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Part Six.
Andy, thought Tom? A strange name for a young white girl that was in the car, then he twigged with his name being Amos, from a television show. Tom decided to get a better look at her and so gathered up some towels and walked across to the locker as Amos got Andy out of the car. She was about eighteen years old and white as already mentioned, and Amos scooped her up into his arms as Tom opened the locker door and went inside.
Now close your eyes until I say open them.' Amos said and then entered the cabin carrying the girl in his arms. He shut the door easily with his foot and turned on the light, carrying her as if she was weightless. Now keep your eyes closed and kick off your shoes first.' She did as she was told and wiggled her feet till her shoes came off, her eyes still screwed shut. `Now I'm putting you down on the floor, but keep them little eyes closed and tell me what you can feel with your toes.' He lowered her gently till she stood on the floor.
`I'm standing on a bearskin rug. It's all furry.'
Well open your eyes now and have a good look,' Amos said. She opened her eyes and looked at the floor, the bed, the walls and the chair and exclaimed, Fur! It's all fur.' She sank to the floor and squirmed about, rubbing her face against the floor covering. Ooooh,' she purred, and it's all fur me,' she said, making a pun of the word. Amos laughed and pulled her upright without any effort.
`Do you like it?'
`I adore it,' and flung her arms round his neck and pulled his head down and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Amos pulled free.
`I bet your mansion hasn't got a bedroom like this,' he said.
`We haven't got a mansion, it's just a house in Baton Rouge, I keep telling you,' she pouted.
A house with twenty bedrooms is a mansion to me honey,' Amos said, and with your plantation.'
`It's not a plantation. It's a cotton mill,' she interrupted.
`An' those fiel' han's out ev'ry morn' pickin' cotton fer daddy's mill,' Amos laughed.
`Stop it Amos,' she laughed.' Daddy's only got the mill and he employs whites as well in the mill, and on equal terms.' Amos picked her up in his arms and looked her in the face, all serious now.
`And you've never been to bed with a black man before?'
She dropped her eyes and whispered, `No. I...I've been too scared to. Daddy would've killed me.'
Amos carried her to the bed and he sat down with her on his lap. He lifted up her chin with a finger and looked into her eyes.
`Are you sure you want to with me?' he asked.
She held her head up and looked into his face, Yes,' she whispered, I do.' He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead and she gave out a sigh and nestled her face into his shoulder. He stroked the back of her head as he spoke.
`Honey. Did you ever see a black man without his clothes on?'
She nodded and lifted her head.
Once. They caught a nig...a black that had tried to rape a white woman. They stripped and flogged him. I didn't think it was very nice what they did.' They were silent for a moment before she lifted her head up and laughed, And stop introducing me as Andy.' He laughed with her and the serious mood was broken. He whispered into her ear,
`Is my white Southern chicken ready to be fried?'
`Your little Southern chicken is going to fry your balls off if we don't hit the sack,' she retorted. He laughed and stood her up in front of him. She pushed his hands away and undid the buttons of his shirt and peeled it off of him. His black chest gleamed like coal that's been washed from the coal face. She dropped it on the floor and undid the front buttons of her blouse, pulling it free from the waist and took it off and dropped it onto his shirt, her short skirt suddenly falling to the floor round her feet. Because of her height, her breasts looked large but were small and firm as they came into view as the bra also fell to the floor. Well rounded with the nipples hard with her inner excitement and stood before him with just her panties left.
He slowly reached out his hand and completely covered one breast and felt her fast heart beat for a moment or two before letting his hand drop. She then eased off her white panties until they too fell at her feet. Her belly was flat and her mound was prominent with its covering of fine hair.
Off the bed you grinning ape,' she laughed, and let me try it for size.' He stood, towering over her, his power showing at his crotch. Big boy,' she whispered, pressing her hand against it for a moment. He stood aside and she sprang onto the bed, rolled over onto her back and slowly wiggled about. My God, this is sensational,' she said as she squirmed back and forth. Amos had shucked off his shoes and now dropped his trousers and his pants and stepped free from them. She saw his weapon with his ball bag hanging below.
Wow! That's beautiful,' she said. Let's open up the church because I'm gonna play that organ tonight.' She settled herself in the middle of the bed. There's a Southern belle here that needs ringing for I want to hear them balls make me clang.' She held out her hand. Come here you big black bastard and fuck me. I would just love my daddy to see this big black buck climb across his sweet little daughter and screw the arse off her.' Amos knelt on the bed next to her and saw that her eyes were alight with some inner hatred. She took his prick in her hand and held it fast. I want to be fucked and fucked, pumped and bored by this Amos.' He put his hand between her thighs and found her sopping wet, her juices already flowing and he gently rubbed her clitoris. Amos fuck me. Stuff me now. Do it all. I want the lot. Everything, everything. Now Amos, now!' she screamed from between gritted teeth. He swung across and mounted her. With her juices lubricating the way, he went straight in right up to the hilt and she gagged.
`Oh God! God, God, God, ooooooh.'
Amos plunged in and out as her hands clawed his back, leaving red weals where she scratched him. Her heels began to drum on the bed as she bucked up to meet him as he drove in and out. She came shatteringly and had her legs clamped to his hips like limpets and kept on digging her fingers into his shoulders. He banged away with his balls smacking loudly in the juice that ran down between the cheeks of her arse. As she climaxed for the second time, his hands went under her shoulders and he lifted her clear off the bed and rammed her down on his shaft as he sent his load high up into her womb. Her head fell back and she ceased moving, just a twitch as he gently lowered her down onto the bed again. Her face was covered in sweat as were her breasts which Amos now gently stroked with his free hand.
Tom had been in a frenzy watching them and had been so excited that he came long before they did and was pleased for himself and them as it had been that good.
She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. You lovely big black fucker you,' she said and closed her eyes again and purred. She stretched out as best as she could underneath him. It still feels big inside. Are you ready for more?'
`You lovely bit of white meat. Of course I'm ready for more,' and he started riding her again, more slowly this time, with deep thrusts followed by short ones, almost withdrawing the head of his cock out of her as the vagina squeezed to stop him from pulling out completely as they rode together slowly. They had all night to ride.
Tom relaxed as it would take him a little time to be ready for more. He went out of the locker and had a quick check round the grounds of the motel to see that all was okay before returning to the locker. He was in time to see her come running out from the bathroom laughing, with Amos chasing her with a towel in his hand. She dived for the bed as he whipped her with the towel across her bum. She yelped and lay sprawled face down on the bed and rubbed her backside.
`That stings,' she moaned.
Stings?' he cried. You damn well nearly cut my pecker off,' rubbing his big black erection.
`Did it really hurt?' she asked.
`Damn right it did,' he said. She bounced up onto her knees and held out her arms.
`Well come here and let me kiss it better.'
He walked over to the side of the bed, his prick swaying ponderously from side to side as he moved. She grabbed it with both hands and pulled him closer to the bed. She looked down at his black tool with its large pink head half showing from its foreskin. She gently moved her hands making the foreskin slide back and forth from the head.
`It's big and lovely,' she said and bent her head and took his into her mouth. That was all she could get in, the head. He stood firm while she moved her head back and forth, working her tongue round it inside her mouth. Her hands kept moving up and down his prick, occasionally pulling his balls up as well. Amos gently pried her loose and her head away from him. His prick making a sucking plop as it was reluctantly let free from her mouth.
`Let's both get some pleasure instead of one,' he said as he stretched himself out on the bed.
Weren't you getting any pleasure out that, for I certainly was,' she said. Mmmmm,' she mouthed as she took him back into her mouth as she moved her body round and straddled him. Her knees either side of his head, her small tits gently brushing the lower end of his rib cage. His hands slid down and cupped them both completely and slowly kneaded them. She gave out a moan and shifted her hips so that her open sex lips went down closer to his face. He then buried his face and sucked on her with his mouth.
They pleasured one another this way for some time as small moans and sighs filled the room. She released his cock from her mouth and gently nibbled her way down the underside of his shaft to his ball sac and then took one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around like a plum. She did take both in but was unable to do anything with them for they filled her mouth completely, so she released them and chewed her way back up his rampant black cock to the pulsating fiery red head. Pulling the foreskin back as far as she could, she then worked her tongue round the sensitive part where it joined the flesh, the G string as it's known.
His teeth had been nibbling at her now inflamed clitoris and his tongue had excited the inner membrane of her vagina, so she pulled free and rolled off of him, panting.
Stay still,' she said throatily. I'm ready to ride.'
She swung herself round and went up onto her knees and steadied herself above the outstanding example of prime manhood that he was now holding erect for her, the big black cock of Amos. Her hand took over as she guided herself down onto the head and then grimaced as she forced the large head of his cock inside and then let go as she slowly began to sink down on it. He moved slightly and she froze.
Don't move you bastard,' she hissed. This hurts till I'm ready.' With her head held back, her clenched teeth could be seen through her partly open lips. With her arms tensed, her hands flat on her upper thighs, she slowly went down. The big black prick of Amos could be seen to disappear slowly, inch by inch to be swallowed up past the lips of her sex. She came to rest on his thighs with the whole length embedded deep within her and her held breath now whistled out between her teeth.
Man!' she breathed, you've sure have got some cock there.'
Her limbs relaxed now and she grinned down at him. He grinned back at her, his hands cupped behind his head so that he could see her properly as she had sat down on his prick.
Missy,' he chuckled, that sure is a tight warm glove that you've put on my lil ol' pecker.' She gave a little bounce. He grimaced and grabbed her hips with his big hands. `Steady, ma balls ain't made of stone.' She laughed and reached behind and underneath her and grabbed them and slowly rubbed them.
They sure do feel like stones.' She let go of him and placed both hands flat on his stomach and started lifting her arse up and down, very slowly, only a few inches at a time. This reminds me of when I lost my cherry,' she said, still slowly moving up and down on the black stalk. It was a big black horse, same colour as you. It nearly split me in half just sitting astride of it. I had my feet hooked in the stirrups and was only holding him on a loose rein when something startled him. He took off like the wind.' Her movements on top of Amos started increasing. He flew across the fields with me, having lost the reins, just hanging onto his mane. Every time my arse hit the saddle I felt that I was cutting myself in two. I was wearing white riding pants and with the pain, I felt I was getting wet. I could see that the crotch of my pants was being stained red. Following the pain came the excitement, I was only thirteen at the time. I'd played with myself before but that was nothing compared to what I was feeling then.' She was moving up and down a little faster now. `The feeling inside of me was getting bigger and bigger as the horse raced along. He then jumped a small ditch and as we landed with a thump on the other side, my fanny bored into that saddle and I poured my lot out into my pants. Blood and come made a sticky mess that I bounced around in. I was delirious with the pain in between my thighs coupled with the wondrous burning relief that I felt deep inside of me. I laid forward in the saddle and rubbed myself as hard as I could and met the rising saddle with my mound.' Her hand was now rubbing her Mount of Venus as she went up and down faster. Amos' prick was still rock hard and her juices could be seen smearing it and running down into the hair round his balls. She moved faster, her breath coming in gasps.
`I lost count of how many times I came and lost some of my senses too, because when the horse baulked at a large fence, I wasn't aware of it and lost contact with both horse and saddle. I just know that the whole shit was knocked out of me when I hit the ground. I exploded inside as well, just like I'm gonna do in a minute.' She was going into a frenzy. Plunging up and down, waving her head from side to side as she pumped herself on top of Amos. He started to meet her by raising his hips, grinding up and squashing her sex lips in a splatter of juices. He held her fast as she bucketed about as she orgasmed and her coming poured out, mixing with that of his that he was jetting up into her at the same time. She suddenly then went limp and fell forward onto his chest and his arms went round and he gently rocked her.
Tom cleaned himself down after fisting his prick in time to them, shooting his load as usual all over the wall. He had taken his trousers off this time before he started and when he was cleaned up, put them back on.
They had separated when he looked again through the window and she had just started to caress the limp tool between Amos' thighs.
It's all messy,' she said. Let me clean it up.' She rolled down and using her tongue, started to wash him just as you see a cat do to itself. She gave out little moans as she ran her tongue down the length of his prick and spoke in between licks. I wish my daddy could see me now. He'd die of a fit. His sweet little girl, licking and sucking this big black cock, mmmm.' She gave him a playful nip with her teeth. I wish we had a camera. I'd take a picture of me doing this and send it to him. No! Even better.' She bounced up onto her knees and squatted back on to her heels. She leaned forward earnestly towards Amos who lay back contentedly. What I would like,' she said continued, is to have a photograph taken with you stuck right up inside me. Another man, also black, stuck in me from behind, and a third, black too, standing in front of me and I would be sucking his prick. Have a big mouthful of it and then another man playing with my tits,' she rubbed hers to illustrate, `while two more jerked off and their seed splattering all over my body.' Her eyes were alight with the vision she'd conjured up, her mouth bearing a grim smile.
`You shore hate your daddy, don't you,' drawled Amos.
I hate the bastard's guts,' she said fiercely. Him that was always preaching to me. Telling me how he was going to marry me off to a fine Southern gentleman. He'd bring one of these fine Southern gentlemen home who would be as old as he was. They'd get blind drunk and then he would leave me with this fine example of chivalry saying that it was his kind of Southern hospitality, and off he'd go to fuck his little black wench. While I then would have to fight these old men every time. My clothes were usually torn to shreds and I would sometimes catch a black eye when they raped me. But daddy got his cotton mill in the end. What did I get? Days in bed recovering and one visit to the doctor for an abortion.' Her shoulders shook as she started to cry and Amos pulled her down and nestled her in the crook of his arm. His big black hand soothingly caressing her bare back as she sobbed into his neck. `I only managed to get away from him a few days ago,' she got out between sobs.
How did you manage that?' Amos asked softly. You'll feel better with it all spoken. I'm a good listener.' Her sobbing slowed and she moved in closer to him and pulled his hand up to a breast and moved it around so that he was rubbing it slowly as she spoke.
It was about five days ago now, I think,' she sniffed and moved the back of her hand across her eyes, wiping the tears away. I was in the kitchen when the grocery boy came. He was a young Negro, about my age.' She glanced up at him shyly. I'm eighteen now.' He smiled down at her as she continued. Well, he was just about to put the groceries on the table as the bag split. Some of the things fell onto the floor and we both bent down to pick them up at the same time and banged our heads together. I fell backwards onto the floor myself and as I did so, my dress came up to near my hips and you could see my panties. I lay there rubbing my head and laughing. The boy rubbed his head and started to apologise and began laughing too. He knelt down to help me up. The trouble was that he'd knelt between my open legs and was just reaching forward when daddy came into the kitchen. I can imagine what it looked like. Me lying there with my skirt up to my waist and the boy down there already between my legs. Christ! The bloody noise he made.
"You dirty no-good fucking black bastard, trying to fuck my daughter in my house." He grabbed up something and belted that poor boy right round the head. He fell over me and daddy kept hitting him as the boy tried to get away from the blows. I was there, trying to struggle my own way out from underneath. The boy's knee was on my skirt and it tore as I pulled away and it came off. Then daddy made a grab for the boy but caught my shirt instead. Such force he was using, ripped it right off my back. I wasn't wearing a bra for it was too hot then, besides, I don't need one, do I?'
She gave Amos' hand a squeeze that was still rubbing away at her tit. `They stand up alright without support. Well I was knocked flat onto my back again as the boy fell once more, though this time, his face was now down between my tits and daddy went berserk. He near killed the boy, kicking him out of the house. The boy fell down the steps with daddy shouting rape after him as I struggled up to my feet. Well I was up on my feet when daddy came back into the kitchen. His face was bright red, his hair all over the place.
`You...you...you whore!' he shouted at me. I had one arm across my breasts and was trying to pick up my skirt when he hit me. I went flying backwards into the hall and I quickly got up and tried to run as he came chasing out after me and tried to grab me. His hand only hooked into my panties and of course, as I moved forward, they tore and he had them in his hand and I was now naked. I ran into the lounge with him chasing me but there was no way out of there so I had to turn and face him as he came through the door.
"No black bugger's going to touch my daughter," he growled and I shouted back at him, still trying to cover myself.
What about all those white buggers you let rape me?'' I cried. He hit me again then and I fell backwards onto the rug.'' She rubbed her hand across the fur covering of the bed they were lying on. `It felt like this but much coarser. His shirt had been ripped in the kitchen struggles and I now saw a strange look on his face as he looked at me lying naked there on the floor. I know now what it was, it was lust. For two years now he had been giving me to men who could help him get what he wanted and it was just then that he saw exactly what he had been giving away. He tore the rest of his shirt off and pulled the belt free from his trousers. He came and stood over me waving this belt.
"Don't ever let me see you looking at another nigger and never let another of those black bastards into my house again." Then he hit me. He belted and belted me with that leather strap. It was fortunate that he was so angry that he hit the carpet most of the time, but all of a sudden, he was on top of me.
His mouth was on my tits and one hand trying to get up into my box. I tried pushing him off and then made a mistake. I lifted my legs to try and push him with my feet. In a flash his hands had my knees far apart and I saw his fat prick. It was an ugly one compared to yours Amos. It was bent and the end was knobbly and a sickly looking red in colour. He lunged forward and stuffed it in me. His slobbering face was just inches away from mine and it made me feel sick. He bounced away on my stomach and I could feel his fat prick moving in and out of me.
He started grunting and in between these grunts said, "Can't get you with child," and suddenly pulled out of me and squashed his prick between my stomach and his and sent his load all up my front. He came a lot and what a bloody mess I was in. He lay there for a few moments on top of me as he struggled to get his breath back.
I was going frantic. First all of his filthy friends and now him. My own father! My arm went back and caught the cord of the table lamp. I pulled it off the table onto the floor and picked it up and bashed it onto the back of his head. As he cried out and jerked up, I hit him again and caught him clear round the side of his head this time, just above his ear. He went out like a light. I managed to get upstairs and tried scrubbing myself clean under the shower before I got dressed, resolved to running away. I threw a few things into a grip and went back downstairs. I looked into the lounge to see if I had killed him. Fat, white and lifeless he looked but he was still breathing.
I think I could have killed him and gotten away with it, but I then had a brilliant idea. So I went back up to his room and collected all of his clothes that I could find. Even those that he had been wearing. I took them all out into the back garden and dropped them on the ground and took the lid off the cess pit and kicked the lot down into it. I didn't leave one stitch of male clothing in the house, nor any of my dressing gowns or nighties. I even went back in and ripped out the telephone wires, picked up my bag and fucked off to the bus station in town.
I changed directions about three times and about six different buses before I met you in the diner. I'm glad that I stopped there for I liked the look of you the moment you walked in. I would have died if you hadn't of spoken to me, but you did and now here we are.' She sat up and rubbed her hand across his chest as she gave him a smile which he returned as his hand came up and began to caress a breast. They looked like they were ready for another session for Amos was rising up fast.
Tom wasn't ready for any more so he pulled the curtain across the window saying, `Fuck away Amos, it's all yours.' He locked the door of the locker and walked across to his own cabin and was soon in bed and asleep.
Things had quietened down now and Tom hadn't had any reason to call on the sheriff for some time now. The motel was quite established and there were not many nights when it wasn't fully booked, and this day was no exception. He'd had a restless night which was usually a sign that something different was going to happen and he just hoped that it would be something good and not a disaster.
It was in good spirits that he carried out his daily chores and by the early evening, had rented out all but one cabin. This was soon to be taken for he had a phone call from a man wanting to rent a room and Tom was only too glad to say yes. He hadn't asked for any specific cabin but all that was available was the leather one, number three. Tom could hear that from where the man was phoning that there was a party in progress and so assumed that the man wanted an excuse to leave early so he got the cabin.
It was then about eight o'clock and Tom, after switching on the no vacancy sign, fixed himself a light meal in the small kitchen at the back of the office. Though this had been designed originally as a cabin, it was now the office with some slight changes. No bed for a start or dressing table closet or bedside tables, but a counter a few feet in from the door. Behind this was a table that doubled up as a desk and a filing cabinet. The bath-room hadn't been installed for it had been made into a small kitchen and instead of a door off to one side, it had a big open archway in the centre. So when standing at the desk, you could see the sink at the back and the window that had a venetian blind instead of a curtain.
But every first Saturday of the month, the office became a small poker room. The school, well it was a proper school during the day, but in the evenings, it became a college of evening classes for advanced pupils. It was some of the teachers, well four to be precise, that booked Tom's office, for their game of cards.
Tom's desk, dining table, became, when it was turned over, a card table for the underside had been covered with green felt. He brought in extra chairs and even laid on some light snacks and some booze in the kitchen for them. It was more than poker they played some nights. They sometimes got one of the female students to come over to make the sandwiches and serve them with their drinks after they had got started and Tom wondered if they would have one of them over this coming night. He got the table and chairs sorted out, the makings for the sandwiches and plenty of ice.
Just after he had finished, the teachers and professors' arrived. First there was Mr Alberts. His subject was history and he looked as though he was part of it as well. About fifty years of age, short and quite thin with not much hair on his head, but had blue twinkling eyes that still had the sparkle of youth.
Styles was a professor of English, around forty and short like Alberts but quite fat and gave a very jovial showing as to how Friar Tuck of Robin Hood fame must have appeared. A large round face with three chins, no neck to speak of and a body that looked almost round. All he lacked was the tonsured pate and cassock. Professor Jenkins was a rather morose looking sobersides of a man that taught Maths. Tall as Styles was short and thin as the other was fat. His head was square as was his chin and he was all angles, just as though he'd been made up from the subject he taught. He even wore square rimmed pinze nez glasses to finish off the effect and did indeed look his forty years. The odd man of the group was Mr James. A youngster by comparison to the others, only being twenty eight years of age. An average looking man that would pass un-noticed in a crowded room of three people. Crew cut style hair but sombre old fashioned clothes.
Tom had put out cards, chips etc, and as well as beer in the fridge, there were three bottles of Scotch in the kitchen with the tray and glasses. The players after saying their hellos to Tom, mixed themselves their first drink and sat down to play cards. Tom left them to their game and took out with him the key to the last cabin that had been booked over the phone. He wouldn't then have to interrupt the game when the last guest arrived.
Tom had just reached his own cabin door when a car pulled into the lot and parked. Tom started to go to the car but the man was quickly out and met him before he got too close to it, but he'd already made out the fact that there were two people still in the car. The man took the key and thrust some money into Tom's hand and said that he would sign the book in the morning. Tom shrugged his shoulders and while the man returned to the car, moved towards his own cabin but then changed his mind for he wanted to see who exactly was going to be in cabin number three.
He was settled comfortably in the locker with the curtain drawn back when the cabin door opened and two young women about twenty five years of age and the man, around the same age, entered the cabin. No baggage was carried in with them Tom noted. The women just carried their purses. The man had evidently been told about the motel before, because he fetched three glasses from the bathroom and knew where the small supply of liquor was kept as all the special cabins had. He took off his jacket and poured out drinks for them all as the women were making appreciative noises about the cabin's décor being all done over in leather. The man slumped into one of the soft leather chairs with his drink and the two women sat on the leather covered bed and sipped at their drinks.
What a drag that party was,' the man said. He was looking at the woman to the right. I said to Joan before we left home that I hoped that we would see a friendly face there tonight.' The other woman nodded and Tom noticed that this nodding woman wore a wedding ring on her left hand and he looked at the other woman's hand to see she wasn't wearing one.
I'm glad you were there Ann,' Joan said. Though we've only spoken a few times before, you seemed to be the one friendly face in that sea of strangers. The noise and the heat, and John said, Ann looks lost here as well. Ask her if she'd like to get away for a quiet drink somewhere else.'
Well I'm glad that you rescued me from that old fogie,' Ann laughed. I couldn't stand him. I'd gone with Julie but she got latched on to one man's arm and looked like clinging there all night.' They finished their drinks and John got up and refilled the glasses. Joan stood up too and shrugged off her jacket and threw it on the bed.
`I'm going into the bathroom to freshen up. Would you like to come too?' she asked of Ann. She nodded and took off her short bolero style jacket and picked up her small bag and followed Joan into the bathroom.
Tom sensed something and shot along to the other curtain and pulled it open and viewed into the bathroom. Both of the women had opened their bags and Joan had just finished washing her face and was gently applying some fresh make-up, very lightly. Ann was washing and as she dried her face and hands she said, `When you said that we would go somewhere for a quiet drink, I didn't think it would be in a motel room.'
Oh, we always do that,' replied Joan, dabbing her lips with a tissue. When we go out to a party we always stay at a motel for the night. We have a baby sitter that sleeps over at the house as we don't like creeping in at sometimes five o'clock in the morning. We'd rather have the rest of the night to ourselves and go home at a decent time in the morning. The baby sitter gets the breakfast and all that. It works out fine.' Ann was doing her face at the big mirror, looking straight into Tom's eyes though she couldn't see him. Joan kept up a rattling conversation, `now don't be shocked, but confidentially, John said to me at the last party we saw you at, now there's a lovely young woman. She could talk intelligently, didn't get drunk and had a wonderful figure and it was one woman that he wouldn't push out of bed. He said that, really. I laughed at him and it made me envious of you.' Ann had coloured up a bit.
You shouldn't be envious of me,' she replied. You've got a perfect figure yourself and have great beauty as well.'
`Well John was struck by you and that's why he asked if you'd like to come for a drink with us, and I wanted you to come as well.'
They finished doing their faces and went back into the bedroom. Tom caught John speaking to them as he pulled the curtain closed on the bathroom window.
`Well have you been chewing over your mutual friends at the party?' Tom moved back to the bedroom curtain and pulled it aside and looked into the room. They were talking and drinking and the conversation slowly worked its way round to sex as Tom guessed it would eventually. They talked of the erotic arts, the Chinese prints, the Karma Sutra and other forms of sexual literature. John's tie and shoes were off. Joan was curled up on the lower end of the bed and Ann was propped up on the leather pillows.
Joan stretched herself out across the bed and yawned, her blouse tightened across her chest and they could all see that she was not wearing a bra for the nipples were firmly outlined through the thin material. She sat up and put one of her hands over one of Ann's as she looked at her face.
Well I think it's time for bed.' Her voice went softer as she continued. Would you like to join us? Please don't be offended but John has said that he would like you to share our bed and I would too. I think it would be a wonderful way of us really getting to know one another. As I said, please don't be offended by our offer for neither would we be if you said no. John would drive you home and we could forget these last few minutes, but I myself would like you to say yes.' She gave Ann's hand a gentle squeeze. Ann, slightly red in the face, had obviously expected some kind of proposal, looked down.
I...I...don't know what to say,' and she gave a little laugh. I should...well I feel a little flattered but...well...I...,' she gave a quick nervous laugh. She tossed her head so that her hair swung about her face. Oh hell, why not,' she smiled. I like both of you very much, but I...I...er, haven't...I don't know...,' her voice trailed off.
Don't worry Ann darling,' Joan said soothingly. Neither have I before.'
John, who had been gazing about the room with that air of abstract boredom that plainly showed he waited desperately for the answer to be yes. He beamed at them both now and silently raised his glass and toasted the two women. Ann saw the gesture and raised her glass with a shy smile and Joan picked hers up with a grin and drank. John got up and turned off the main light, leaving on one small glowing lamp by the bed.
`Make yourselves comfortable girls while I have a wash,' he said and went into the bathroom and closed the door. Joan left the bed and started undressing and draped her clothes over the back of a chair just leaving on her brief panties.
Come Ann,' she said. Don't be shy now. I'm sure you've got a perfect figure. One to be proud of.' Ann gave a nervous laugh and swung off the bed and quickly shed her clothes leaving her panties on as Joan had.
You've got a much better body than I have,' Joan said admiringly. Look. My legs are stumpy compared to yours and your tummy's flatter than mine. And just look at these breasts! They droop so, not as fine looking as yours are.'
To Tom they both looked the same and were really very nice to look at and they both also had good figures. Joan was making Ann feel better and more confident by her chatter.
And just look at my bush,' Joan said as she slid her panties down. All tangled again. I trim it regular but it still looks like a wild garden.' Ann now slipped down her panties and stepped out of them. You look perfect in all ways Ann,' exclaimed Joan and took her hand. Come look,' and opened the closet door right back so that they could both see themselves in the full length mirror fixed to the inside of the door. `You look just divine.'
While they were partially out of sight of the bathroom with the closet door open, John emerged just wearing his shorts. He pulled back the bed covers and dropped his shorts, his erect cock bouncing high as it came free, and got into bed and made himself comfortable in the middle. The two women turned and stepped towards the bed and John gave out a low whistle and Ann coloured again as his eyes roved over her body.
`Hasn't she got the most perfect figure John? Better than mine,' said Joan. He sat up in bed and held a hand to each of them. Ann tentatively took his proffered hand as Joan took the other and they walked round to their respective sides of the bed as he pulled them towards him. Joan climbed in one side of John and Ann slid in on the other. Her face coloured more when the covers were lifted for to get in properly and saw his erection hard and lying up on his stomach. Ann pulled the covers up but it wouldn't come far enough up to cover her breasts.
`Ann, you look wonderful,' John said.
Joan leaned across his shoulder and said softly to Ann, `John is very gentle and understanding.'
John looked at Ann as she lay full length in the bed, the cover only coming up as far as her midriff. Her breasts were very firm and the nipples were red and rigid and she had a hesitant look on her face as John looked at them.
`Kiss me Ann,' he said very softly and bent his head towards her. Her arms tentatively went up to his neck and she closed her eyes as they kissed. He kissed her gently and passionately and made it a long kiss before their lips parted, her eyes now open wide.
`He kisses well,' Joan said from the other side of the bed having watched them. Ann pulled his head down for another kiss and this time her body moved as they did so. John's hand went to her breast and with his palm, gently rubbed the taut nipple with a circular motion. He moved slightly to her side and slowly pressed the other breast tighter to his chest and his hand then moved down her body, pushing the bed cover at the same time so that his fingers could be seen weaving their way through her fine pubic hair. The hand came to a stop on her mound but the fingers had moved out of sight but they could seen to move as he pushed them between her thighs. The kiss held as she opened her legs and his fingers slipped inside the wet lips and gently probed the vagina and clitoris.
She broke off the kiss with a gasp for breath, beads of perspiration on her forehead and between her breasts for his hand was still moving inside her and she was becoming aroused. Her hand went down and grasped his erect prick and held it firmly as she squeezed and moved her hand up and down on his shaft.
John's head went down and his mouth was firm on her breast as he sucked and nibbled on the nipple and she gasped again as his hand began to move faster and she too began to move hers the same. He swung a knee across her leg and forced her legs to open wider as Joan eased off the bed cover further down for more freedom of movement as John now lifted himself in between Ann's now open legs. He paused for a moment looking down at Ann and as he lowered himself down towards her, Joan took hold of his erection and with her other hand, opened the lips to Ann's sex and guided John's tool inside.
Ann had stiffened at the feel of the extra hand touching her but relaxed as she felt the head of his cock enter her wetness and begin its slide up into her. She grunted as his full weight descended on her and her arms went up round his neck as he levered himself up onto his elbows but with them now joined together from the waist down. He smiled down at her and she smiled back as he began to move and she moved too in time to his rhythm. His cock was sliding in and out of her, giving her some exquisite pleasure and felt Joan's hands begin to caress her breasts and could hear her crooning about how wonderful her tits were. Ann gave herself up completely to the erotic sensations that she felt. It was with grunts and cries of pleasure that they both had their orgasm at the same time, him shooting his load up inside as hers were released to mingle with his.
John knew she had come because of the increase of slipperiness of the inside of her tight little cunt that held his prick so firm. She knew his load had entered her by the sudden increase of size of his cock head of the prick embedded deep inside her as well as the small shudders he gave along with his grunting.
Joan was rubbing herself between her thighs as she rubbed Ann's tit and though she didn't climax, she was wet enough and now ready for anything. John finished his shafting of Ann with a few quick strokes and then pulled out and rolled off of her and laid his head down onto one breast. She gave out a little cry as he withdrew and as he laid his head down on her, she gently stroked the back of his head, her eyes closed and a dreamy expression on her face.
`I hope you two haven't forgotten that I'm still here?' Joan asked. Ann's eyes flew open, her face colouring again for she had forgotten in the excitement of her orgasm. John lifted his head off Ann's tits and smiled at Joan as he rolled off the bed and stood up and gave himself a stretch. His dick was now limp hanging between his legs and he walked over to his clothes and found a cigarette and lit it.
`You're no good for me now, are you?' Joan said.
`Give me a few minutes and I will be,' he grinned back at her. She pouted her mouth at him and turned on her side and looked at Ann.
How was it?' queried Joan. He was gentle wasn't he?' Ann nodded dreamily.
It was so nice, so nice,' she murmured. I haven't felt so...so...satisfied for such a long time.' She nestled back contentedly.
That's two out of three satisfied so far,' Joan said. I've got to wait.' She placed her hand tentatively on Ann's flat stomach. May I touch you Ann?' she asked. I've never touched another woman before.'
`Neither have I,' Ann murmured as she nodded her head. Joan moved her hands up and cupped one breast.
Your body is so firm and smooth,' she said as she rubbed the breast more and shifted her body over the short space between them till their bodies were touching. May I kiss you?'
Ann with her eyes open now, nodded and met Joan's lips with her own and they kissed fiercely and passionately. Their bodies moved tighter together as John sat and watched them through half closed eyes as the smoke curled up from his mouth. Joan rolled back to the middle of the bed pulling Ann on top of her, their lips still glued together as they continued the kiss. Their breasts were flattened out against each other and their legs entwined as they brought their mounds together and started rubbing them against each other. Ann broke free from the kiss and arched her back high and Joan's head came up and her mouth fastened hungrily on one of Ann's breasts and they rocked like this for several minutes before Joan fell back, panting.
`Can I show you what John does to me sometimes?' she asked. Ann fell forward and nodded and she rolled off Joan who swung herself round on the bed and opened Ann's thighs with her hands and buried her mouth into Ann's cunt. Ann gasped and put the edge of her hand into her mouth and writhed at the touch of Joan, not with disgust but with pleasure and gave out a loud purring noise past the edge of her hand. Joan sucked and bit, tongued and probed and did more to Ann than what John had ever done to her. She lifted her head after several minutes and grinned back at Ann.
`That's what I try and get him to do, but he's only a man and it's very difficult to explain exactly how it should be done. Did you like it?'
Like it?' exclaimed Ann, it's...it's...oh, do it again,' she pleaded.
`Will you do it to me at the same time?' Joan asked. For an answer, Ann started to lift Joan's leg across her and Joan helped and straddled her and bent her head down again into Ann's box. The classic sixty nine position. John watched them, life slowly coming back to his prick on watching this performance. Tom also watching, was bashing his meat again. Both the women bucked and writhed on the bed and gave themselves up to the mutual delight and both rocketed out their orgasms and cleaned each other as they came. Then sated, Joan rolled over and they both lay there gasping like fish out of water, head to tail on the bed. John now stood up and clapped his hands in applause.
Wonderful,' he said. Wonderful. But I think you forgot that I was still here. Can I join the party?' Joan gestured weakly.
`Climb aboard the sex express,' she said.
`And have fun on the ride,' finished Ann. Joan turned round on the bed and John climbed in between them again.
`As much as I enjoyed watching you two beautiful girls having fun, it was still too quick for me to rise again,' John said. With a mischievous grin, Joan sat up.
`I know how to raise the dead,' and she winked at Ann before she lowered her head and took John's semi flaccid prick into her mouth. In its limp state she was able to get her mouth completely over it, her lips pressed right down to the root of his shaft.
`Mmmmm,' she mouthed, breathing through her nose. With his cock stuffed in her mouth, she gave the impression of having a meal as she chewed it. She had to gasp for air as his cock started getting rigid and forcing her to relinquish it bit by bit. Her head was slowly being forced back by his growing tool. First the root was showing and then his prick just seemed to be growing out from between her lips until all she had inside was the head held firmly between her teeth.
He squirmed with both pain and pleasure as her teeth scraped over the uncovered head of his cock. With a sigh she released him completely and his fiery red headed prick stood up for their inspection.
There,' she retorted. I said I'd make the bloody thing rise up.' She bent down again and fastened her teeth to the root of his now rampant cock. `Come and join me Ann,' she said through her cock filled gritted teeth.
`I...I...never...Oh what the hell, there's not much left I haven't done,' Ann said and bent her head to the other side of John's cock and fastened her teeth opposite Joan's. With their noses touching, the two women worked their teeth slowly up his shaft till their lips met at the top of the glowing red beacon that was now throbbing and really pulsating. They kissed with their lower lips resting on the top of his glowing prick.
Hey you two,' he called. It's ready now.'
They broke the kiss and Joan rolled over onto her back and parted her legs for John to swing himself between her thighs as she used her fingers to open wide the lips to her wet sex.
Now John,' she panted. Now. Fuck me, come on and fuck me now!'
He fell forward holding his prick with one hand to guide it into her and released it as he entered her. He slid down until he was on top of his wife, the full length of his prick inside her now. She started moving first with her hips twisting at the same time as she moved back and forth on the bed, her arms around his back.
Harder,' she urged him in a fierce whisper. Hurt me. Push it harder. Fuck me harder. Harder!'
Yes John, harder!' Ann exclaimed who was bouncing on the bed alongside them, as excited as they were. Fuck her. Fuck her harder!' Ann's own fingers were well up inside herself, working away and bringing her up to a feverish pitch in her excitement. John strained and strained, ramming himself down harder each time he went forward into Joan. His balls slapping at her arse as he pounded away. Ann's other hand suddenly encircled his balls and followed his movements in and out, cushioning the slap and gently massaging them as he drove his prick as deep as he could into his wife Joan. Ann felt his balls twitch and pump as the hot sperm shot out of them and the hardness of them go softer as they emptied. This actually being able to feel this eruption of seed gave Ann an orgasm, hers coming at the same time as Joan and their noises of their coming mingled in the air. The three of them fell back exhausted on the bed.
Tom cleaned himself up and prepared to leave. He guessed that they would soon revive and start again, but in the meantime, he would go outside to catch his breath and then look in somewhere else. As he closed the curtain he heard Ann speak.
`I'm glad I said yes and stayed.'
`So are we,' one of the others answered.