CHAPTER ONE

Frank Peterson was kicking hard the moment he took Alice Compton into his new apartment.

Alice's lovely, willowy form hesitated as she turned to face him. Her lovely brown eyes frowned in open indecision. Her unnatural prudishness was already constructing a wall of resistance between them, as if afraid he just might fuck the shit out of her.

This was the only woman he'd ever known since sexual maturity who could stop him short of screwing. Before meeting Alice, he'd never bothered with a female who wouldn't put out at least by the third date.

Love did strange things to a man.

Three months without a real sex-bout made Frank wish Alice was like Joanne – at least at this moment.

Joanne's excited fingers would already be boldly making his throbbing cock naked. In seconds she'd be sucking deliciously on its end. By the time her lips had finished with it, his cum would have been gulped down her throat. That would be only the beginning of an all-night session.

Alice was afraid of sex.

Even Dee Compton, her sister, would be now wiggling the tight, molded cheeks of her young fanny at him; or maybe mini-skirted thighs parted wide enough to see her sensually aroused pussy lips. She was young, eager to learn – eager to do anything.

Barbara, his secretary, loved having it Greek style and her ass really knew how to screw a man's cocked up prick.

But it was Joanne who was best of all, she dug the whole wild orgasmic scene!

All this ran through his mind as he looked lustfully at Alice, who would be his wife after he got a promotion. Any other woman would by now be fucking her future husband.

But not Alice Compton.

They'd just come from a delicious meal, with cocktails before and after. Frank was slightly drunk from liquor and passion and wanted to top the date in the most natural way.

Even Mildred – the middle-aged manager – would be a heavenly hole to screw around in! She'd made it pretty obvious about wanting to take on his hard prick. Connie had laughingly told him she was a lush. Connie should know!

The revealing sight of Alice's swelling, nicely shaped breasts, boldly exposed by the deep, low cut of the neckline sent a throbbing spasm through his cock. Alice had some kind of subconscious quirk that caused her to wear clothes that teased a man's desires.

The pants and shorts pressing around his swollen cock seemed far too tight – as if the cloth had shrunk.

He should rip that dress off Alice, finger or suck or screw her pussy no matter how she fought. If it wasn't because of the love between them, he'd do just that. All the way home Alice had been talking nervously about the apartment in a way that led to an argument over the childishly prudish sexual limits she had imposed upon them.

This had developed in Frank a mental, emotional state of near crazed passion. For the first time in months, Frank wondered how long he could keep from cheating on Alice.

There was so much pussy hanging out to be fucked.

Automatically his mind pictured Joanne Davis' body, nakedly kneeling before him, lips moistly sucking on his cock.

Joanne was one of the most oral females he'd ever known and just looking at her mouth always tempted him. Only because he was engaged to Alice were things kept at a mere teasing, through serious, flirtation. Just the other day Joanne had whispered in his ear, "God, Frank, if you ever need it, I'd do anything to fuck you dry!" That was the way Joanne talked, yet she wasn't a vulgar slut. Oddly enough it had always sounded natural and even delightful to listen to her speak about sex in such a manner.

Images of having her suck him off, then screwing her pussy now drove Frank's sexual needs to the point where it would be impossible to control himself. Even with Alice.

For a moment he almost told her to leave.

Instead, noting the worried frown on her pretty face, he asked, "What's wrong?"

She moved delicate fingers through the short black hair and said, "Oh, nothing, really."

It all sounded very casual, but they knew one another too well.

"...come on. This is silly." Though it wasn't. She'd already noticed his bulky erection. He needed sex, even a mere jerking-off would at least give him relief. But this was as far as Alice ever went.

Slightly angered by the frightened look in Alice's eyes, Frank grabbed for her. She immediately stepped back.

"Damn it! What the hell does that mean? I'm not going to rape you!"

Mentally he added, but maybe that's what you need!

He was literally shaking, actually frightened about what might happen.

No wonder Alice looked scared! A woman learned to know her man.

A few weeks ago he'd laid Barbara, but it seemed like years ago. It was the last fucking snatch he'd had. Later, Frank felt guilty for having taken Barbara. His strange sense of morality would willingly accept as many cunts that willingly gave out, if he wasn't seriously involved with any single woman. While dating Joanne Davis some years back, they'd carried on quite a wild, passionate affair. She'd been enough to blow any man's cock beyond interest in other sex kittens. Not until starting to date Alice, his boss' oldest daughter, had Frank remained loyal to a sexless romance. The result of having fucked Barbara, while wanting Alice, intensified his relationship with the older Compton sister. They'd had a serious talk the next day and he'd learned she wasn't against manually relieving him. But that confession came only after his admission of love.

He had met Alice while casually dating her younger sister, Dee. Bill Compton, their brother, was a stud-artist he'd met at several sex parties. Dee was introduced to him at one. He didn't know her age then, though he learned that her young, ripe body was hot for any kind of sex experience.

Once, when picking Dee up at her parents' home, Bill was introduced to Alice, who had stopped by for a visit. Alice lived at an apartment for singles only. The implications were inviting. Frank's interest in Dee faded and focused on Alice. Even while waiting for Dee, Frank managed to get Alice's phone number.

His first dates with her exposed him to some other young female swingers at the apartment. Connie Brown had offered a sexually pleasing afternoon and he took the day ff to discover what kind of lay Connie might be.

But once things became serious between him and Alice, Frank stopped playing around. Weeks passed with nothing but sexually frustrating dates, then came that one session with Barbara. It was a turning point that locked Frank completely to Alice.

Now, Frank realized, this was another turning point.

Looking at Alice, he said, "How long do you think we can go on like this?"

"Please, Frank – do we have to argue about it again?" she pleaded, starting to back away, her eyes on the bulging thrust of his aching cock.

He needed a blowjob, a screwing pussy or fucking ass – anything but the childish, teasing sex-games Alice had limited them to.

His mood was at a peak, impossible to hold off any longer. There were too many women willing to fuck him. Joanne Davis would leap at the chance to screw him silly. Thoughts of Joanne made him realize the advantages of taking her offer. His boss, Roger Compton, Alice's father – a screwing bastard – dug the way Joanne turned on to any man's cock.

These conflicting thoughts were driving through Frank's mind as he stared lustfully at Alice.

If she didn't fuck him, the long dry period without a woman would come to an end. So far she refused with the excuse of waiting until they married. He didn't feel capable of supporting a wife until getting a promotion. Alice would never ask her father for anything – they weren't on very good speaking terms. Old man Compton didn't give a damn about his daughter enough to offer a helping hand to the man she wanted to marry.

But Joanne was something else, and when she turned on full force with his cock, his mind was totally twisted around her lustful sex acts. Oddly enough, it was highly possible for Joanne, as a part-time mistress and full-time secretary, to accomplish what she couldn't as a daughter.

All Frank had to do was ask Joanne. She'd do anything for him. But such a conversation required privacy, and that meant an apartment.

He was exhilarated by what would happen if he actually found himself in Joanne's clutches. She was too much of a woman – coming on too strong.

He'd be laid!

Sudden desperation caused Frank to yank Alice into his anus.

For a moment she hesitated before melting submissively and becoming aware of his cock grinding on her, frighteningly large.

Alice's mind experienced the wild conflict of fear and passion. She realized it was a mistake to come into his new apartment. Frank had simply offered to show her the place.

Yet something inside Alice always had drawn he to temptation, like a moth to light. She'd had to fight to control that side of her nature, the part that continued to move her into a situation where the decision would be out of her hands.

That thought terrified her.

His lips covered hers, gently, then more passionately as they parted. It was impossible to ignore his tongue. She began greedily devouring, sucking almost brutally, hating herself, loving Frank.

It wasn't until she felt Frank's fingers touching her breast, attempting to find its nipple, that Alice's excitement reached the dangerous point.

She had worn a black evening gown, with a built-in bra, cut low in front: a mistake.

It wasn't that she feared Frank. So far he'd respected her, but she felt sick at frustrating his natural desires. They were in love and, considering the moral ethic of the times, should be intimate lovers. But she also rebelled violently to giving herself to any man.

If Frank only knew how much she wanted to marry him and do all the things he so desired, to willingly cooperate in any act of sex. Yet even as his wife, Alice realized it might be impossible to do anything of an exotic nature. She knew all about the other acts – even incest.

Her brother, Bill, had mined all chances of welcoming any mature relationship with a lover.

She suddenly tensed as Frank's fingers lightly discovered her nipple, which lifted under the caress.

"No – please!" she pleaded, attempting to draw away.

Furious, Frank thrust his fingers up under her short skirt, as if attempting to ram them through the thin panties. He was like some total stranger.

It was then she noticed he'd opened his pants. The shape of his large cock arching upwards gave Alice a thrilling sense of rapture. It was a beautiful prick to touch and caress. Her feelings only proved she was, at least, biologically normal.

Maybe, she thought, almost as if praying – with Frank, when he married her – maybe somehow God would lift the block that always stopped her.

How she wanted to touch his cock. How many times, in the bathroom, fingering herself in a mental state of anguished guilt had she thought about it?

Alice was bottled-up by what her brother had forced her to do one afternoon.

For only an instant Alice hesitated to passionately jerk on Frank's cock. First, her mind re-lived that moment when Bill had forced his prick into her mouth and kept it there until he released his cum. She'd never told anyone for the very same reason he'd been able to blackmail her into such a perverse sexual act of incest.

Alice was now panting, almost having an orgasm, her fingers locked tightly about Frank's cock, pumping faster and faster while at the same time her thoughts became tormented with sick memories of forced sex relations with her brother.

Bill had accidentally walked into the bathroom when she was vigorously thrusting three fingers into her tortured cunt, sexually at the peak of orgasm. She didn't even realize he was there until coming down from that climax. What followed was a scene Alice had managed to partly blot out of her mind. The shame of discovery, the fear of what people would say, what her parents would do, was her overwhelming emotional honor. Bill laughingly related how he'd detail every deliciously sexy thing she'd been doing, unless she cooperated with him. He knew his sister too well. And the bluff worked. Having seen her in such a lustfully naked state had aroused him. Bill was just the kind of male beast that didn't care who he fucked – a woman was just cunt to screw or a mouth to suck his prick. Even his sisters were nothing more or less. He'd openly admitted his desire to lay their mother. Thank God it would never happen. This was one perversion that poor lush didn't have.

The only thing Alice really remembered was the emotional shock and shame that made it possible for Bill to force her to give him a blowjob. After threatening her, he'd opened his pants to reveal the first erected cock she'd ever seen. Alice had to go on her knees before him. Bill gripped her head by his powerful hands, telling her what to do. She'd been forced to let him shove his hard prick into her mouth and then he slowly moved in and out between moist lips. He'd forced her to lick and suck him. His cock was held tightly buried in her, pulsing hot, the end thrust deep against her throat as it spurted large amounts of warm jizz repeatedly. It was impossible to keep that cum from trickling down her throat.

Oddly enough, Bill hadn't done anything other than force her to wash him clean. He'd never tried to have any form of sexual relations with her after that. Possibly because Dee was his counterpart and he directed his incest desires toward her. Alice's sister was a cooperative student. There wasn't anything she could do about the situation. But when Dee asked to move in her apartment, she felt there was a chance of changing the younger girl's moral attitudes. It was a hopeless situation. Alice was on the verge of giving up.

All these thoughts flashed through her mind while still aware of Frank's cock. She loved to feel his cum in her hands. His cock and his stimulation of her clit drove Alice into more frantic jerking on that thrillingly hard cock. It was pulsing, near climax.

Frank's voice was thick with passion when he said, "Alice, please... in the bedroom... please."

He wasn't the kind of man to plead for anything. The torture of that voice stabbed her. For a moment she was tempted.

Then her fingers slowly released his shaft. Dazed, sick at doing so, Alice forced him away from her, rearranging the skirt and upper part of the black gown so that it covered her shapely breasts.

"Maybe I'd better go home, " she said in a startlingly cold voice.

Frank's face blanched and he leaped like a savage animal, throwing her bodily onto the floor, brutally ramming a knee between her thighs before they could close. "Goddamn! I..." His voice choked off, but the look in those wild eyes finished the statement.

For only an instant Alice felt a sense of emotional relief. If he raped her now, maybe the torment that had anguished her with guilt and fears would finally be over.

Alice knew, instinctively, this was the only way she'd ever be able to submit the first time – maybe even as a bride.

Then Frank's voice demanded in a low, emotionless tone, "Finish what you started or so help me I'll rape you!"

Alice felt relieved now. She was thankful that he wasn't going to rape her, yet disappointed that it wouldn't finally happen.

"Oh crap!" Frank cursed.

Without a word he stood up, zipped his slacks and walked out of the apartment.

An hour later Frank found himself sitting in a bar, half drunk. He didn't even remember having driven to the place, which he immediately recognized as a bar in Santa Monica.

Looking down at his drink, emotionally numb to the point where he just didn't care any more, he remembered Joanne's open offer.

It would be cheating on Alice. But did she deserve any consideration?

Frank rationalized that all he'd do was talk, ask if she might be able to find a way to urge – or even force – Roger Compton into giving him a much-needed promotion. The manager's job was up for grabs and Frank knew he'd be able to handle the position – probably better than any other man working for the firm. That would certainly solve the problem of Alice's refusal to fuck; as his wife, she couldn't turn him down. He could live quite happily with that.

As Frank dialed Joanne's number, he knew the woman would lay him. He happily embraced the idea. She'd take the moral decision out of his hands.

So much for love!

CHAPTER TWO

The size of his extended cock thrusting out of his opened slacks sent a well-remembered shiver through Joanne Davis' spine. She felt the first tingling tease in her groin. The sensitive nerves of her full, red lips started to bum with a natural hunger for that meaty crown.

That was Joanne for you. She was always hungry for something.

When Frank had called from a bar, asking if she was free, the throaty reply inviting him over had wordlessly stated she was hot to be screwed.

What now startled Frank was he'd instantly forgotten all problems and frustrations about Alice and what had happened earlier. Time had leaped back three years. It was as if he'd never stopped his highly lustful affair with Joanne.

When he arrived, the minute the door closed, Joanne's voluptuous body clutched frantically to his. The deep, almost orgasm-giving kiss lasted long enough for Joanne's fingers to slip between their bodies. She brazenly pulled on his zipper. Moist lips sucked hard on his tongue, filling her mouth in the same manner she would hungrily gulp his prick like so many times before, her overwhelming hunger for a man's cock and balls now caused her feathery fingers to locate the only object she had ever worshipped with complete passion.

Unlike even over-sexed women, there was nothing subtle about Joanne once she'd broken down all the walls to intimacy with a man – which was usually the first lime out. Frank still remembered how she'd ripped his pants open and feasted passionately on his cock when they were parked outside her apartment during their first date.

"Oh, God, Frank, how I've wanted you like this for so long! You've always been the best!" Her thumb was circling lightly against his cock, her fingers gently squeezing rhythmically. Her swelling, firm breasts heaved in response to the quickly building passion impelling her towards lack of control. Those green eyes signaled that her pussy was screwing-hot.

But Joanne was much too oral.

The room was dimly lighted and the modem furnishing mere hard shadows. Low music, with a gently rocking Latin beat was only neutral background to the erotic caressing of impatient fingers worshipping Frank's pulsing cock.

"You're so fucking hard!" She almost laughed in girlish delight. "So thick, hot and beautifully long!"

Frank automatically slipped a hand down to where the red mini-skirt just covered her crotch. He knew what he would find under the material. His fingertips searched along the naked, moist line of her hot pussy. The lips felt wet enough to easily welcome the biggest cock in the world.

"Finger-fuck it!" Her eyes froze in open rapture on his hard cock. "Oh, screw me like this – dressed. Oh, that sounds delicious."

Then, her tongue running over full lips, she cried, "Crap, you're big. The biggest damned cocked-up fucking rock prick!"

Obviously, his cock was too much for Joanne. She always began licking her lips before sucking a man. Panting, breasts heaving, she shivered all over.

He was suddenly twitching in his own excitement as her gripping fingers raced along the straining pressure of his prick. Her caressing thumb played with the moist crown, which fired him to a point of erotic pain.

Joanne wanted to play out a slow tease, as if savoring the torture before finally devouring the wine of his cum.

Normally her mouth would now be stuffed with his throbbing cock.

Frank's finger entered the dewy place between the extended lips of her moist, sensually hot cunt, quickly pressing the swollen clit. He rapidly caressed it. Her instant, soft moan immediately announced the great pleasure this gave.

"My blouse, " she almost sobbed, still playfully holding his arched shaft, which she fondled relentlessly. Her other hand slithered frantically into Frank's jocks, cupping his sensitive balls, first palming, then eagerly squeezing. Frank knew that in moments he might easily be covering those hands with a gushing cum.

He began lowering the open blouse from her soft, creamy shoulders, exposing cone-shaped big tits.

"Just rip..." She jerked away, sobbing, a gasp of lust coming from parted lips. He stood there crazed as she tore at the blouse with shaking hands. Then Joanne was down on her knees, arms embracing Frank's hips, mouth smothered against his red-hot cock, her tongue licking all its thrusting length.

Then her wet lips cupped the meaty head. Joanne was beyond control. It had always been like that when she had a cock in her mouth.

Moist, silken lips sucked violently on his throbbing cock. First she seemed content to merely devour the fleshy crown, licking the tip from which he would finally offer her willing throat its jizz.

She started gulping as if in a spastic fit. Then, with her head thrashing wildly, her lips clamped tight, becoming a velvet-moistened vice locked around his prick. She was all but chewing on it in an effort to stuff her throat with its bulk.

Her head movement caused his cock to slide wildly in and out of the slippery cushions of those commanding lips.

He was almost certain he'd come when Joanne gulped greedily, swallowing his shaft even deeper. Her silky mouth was now firmly walled against Frank's cock. Keeping him pressed against her throat, she began to suck him harder. They were almost violent tugs on his flesh, the pleasure accented by her wet tongue rhythmically licking the foreskin. Almost slurping, gurgling sounds counter pointed the frenzied action of that oral embrace. Near orgasm, Joanne was desperately attempting to suck the juices from Frank's hard, meaty cock, which cruelly held back the drink she now needed so desperately.

Joanne was at a peak of orgasm, body tense, breasts shivering when she felt the swift, bulging swell thickening his cock. It was time to give her the cum she craved.

Then he felt the flowing river of liquid fire spurting down his cock. The spasms of orgasm moved him violently in her mouth. His hot cunt was shooting in pulsating spurts against the back of her throat, and she gulped it down in ecstatic pleasure.

Joanne shuddered in responsive rapture to swallowing his jism.

Only after several minutes was Joanne able to move. Her lips slowly glided back along the still-erect cock, which she nipped and gently sucked upon when reaching the lip. Her tongue licked lovingly on it, wanting to discover more of the delicious cum; as if fearful she'd be cheated of even one drop.

After a moment, puffing with content, Joanne's lips released him.

"Frank, " Joanne's voice whispered weakly as she stood, "I almost pissed, so help me!" They held one another in a loving tender embrace before she stepped away. A trembling hand urged him towards the bedroom, in which a large, dominating king size bed, sheets drawn back, seemed to invite more wild screwing.

"You taste good, " Joanne announced, eyes filled with seductive tenderness, close to love. "But then, I always did like a man's juicy cum."

Joanne had always loved to talk in the most blatantly crude way about sex. It was part of her nature. Sex talk was to Joanne caressing love-words, almost like those of a great romantic poet.

"I think it's wonderful sucking cum. I can never make up my mind where I want it most. A cock feels so fucking good screwing my pussy, or fucking Greek-style and, yet that hot come taste."

She shrugged, as if frustrated by a lack of words expressive enough to relate exactly how she felt.

Now, instead of talking, Joanne started to help Frank undress. Sensitive fingertips caressed his flesh. It was obvious that Joanne had no plans of giving him even a chance to talk until sexually exhausted. For most women, conversation came first.

Not with Joanne.

When Joanne's warm, naked body merged against his in their first real full embrace, Frank realized how much he'd needed a sexual outlet. Her blowjob had hardly strained his ability to respond.

God, he thought, pleased, it might even be possible to satisfy Joanne's greedy hungers.

"You feel good, this way, too, " she announced, contented against him, letting her thigh thrust between his legs and play sensually on his cock.

Their lips met and the rapid tonguing lifted his cock like a hard, iron pole.

His prick twitched violently as it made contact with the fleecy hair covering her love-cave. The heated moisture and soft, eager flesh was like electric fire breathing against him.

She sensuously moved slightly back and forth so his cock was rubbing between her extended pussy lips. He could stand it no longer and, gripping her hips, lifted Joanne, who moved on tiptoe to help him. His cock felt her moist cunt and easily entered it.

Joanne's legs circled him and her arms embraced his shoulders. Now she made those delicate, delicious movements with his cock inserted deep in her cunt.

"Just come, fast, " she breathed against his lips. Then she dragged his tongue deep into a sucking kiss.

Their bodies driven to a quick peak, they were now rapidly jerking.

Then he felt the pressure, the last moment of swelling before orgasm. Joanne screamed, "Your fucking cock is killing me! I-I'm..." Her throat was constricting and he felt her cunt convulsing. They climaxed simultaneously.

Immediately, eager to rest, they parted and then were lying together. It wouldn't be long before it started all over again.

Frank realized he could hardly wait.

Finally, Joanne said, "How about pussy-sucking before I really fuck your cock? Maybe you need a little working up to fill those sexy balls."

"Joanne, you're the only woman in the world who can talk like some screwball whore and make it exciting. The only woman I know who doesn't seem cheap or crude or..."

"Fuck you! Come down and suck pussy!" she invited, lying on the bed and parting her firm, smooth thighs, so that the fleecy mound of her cunt was visible, the lips extended and moist. There was no question that Joanne had experienced an orgasm when giving that wild blowjob on his hard shaft.

When Frank approached the parted lips of her swollen pussy, Joanne cried in protest, "Get that damn fucking prick in my face, you crazy nut!"

He swung around until his thighs straddled Joanne's head. Frank's tongue played on her silky stomach, teasing the tucked-in navel, then slowly progressed towards the warm moisture of her aroused cunt. Joanne's fingers started lightly caressing his limp prick.

"Your dick is so red, soft, hot. Oh, so thrillingly big, so much sex-meat." The words began breathing against his slowly responding cock as he discovered her warm, moist pussy lips. Tongue probing deep, searching out her sensitive clit, Frank became totally enveloped in damp lips and squeezing hands. Joanne's mouth started slowly, sensually, lingeringly stroking up and down his cock with her mouth.

It was a signal that she wanted things to last a long time, and Frank became totally responsive to her wishes, letting his lips and tongue move lovingly over her, lightly sucking, gently probing.

After the frustrations caused by Alice, Joanne was an orgasmic Goddess from some mythical land of sex worshippers.

If Alice just wasn't so hung-up! She was totally different from the other members of the family. Frank knew too much about them through her brother. The Comptons were open about sex, though different in some basic ways. The old man, Frank's boss, screwed any woman willing to put out. Joanne had served as a cooperative partner, but that was the norm for this woman. Sylvia Compton had, over the years, become a drunken lush and in revenge for her husband's extra-marital affairs, threw it around at any young man who might be ambitious enough to please her. With that kind of home, it wasn't surprising that their children would turn into sexual odd balls. Bill certainly showed every sign of turning into a worse bastard than his father. Frank felt sorry for Dee, being seventeen and too young to understand what a damn fool she was making of herself. Dee swung in order to learn what it was all about. Only Alice was different, close to being a sick prude.

Such thoughts slashed through Frank's mind like swift snapshots, which he consciously ignored.

Joanne's hungry lips were the only things that made this possible.

As his cock began to swell inside her moist oral embrace, Frank raised his body, anticipating an orgasm.

Joanne wanted to be dominated. She wanted to be the submissive female assaulted forcefully by a man's hard cock. She wanted a male body ramming savagely between her legs.

How long they had been playing at the sixty-nine position, Frank could only guess. It must have been quite a while, because he was ready to come. It was going to be very good.

They were almost wildly insane as their bodies surged together.

"Rape my fucking pussy!" she screamed. "Rape it hard and good with your screwing, fat prick!"

Then he felt her touch his cock and knew exactly how great it really would be. She was the hottest female he'd ever known and at a peak of passion. When Joanne Davis was on that level of stimulation, it took a master to control the sex-bout to follow.

With total modesty, Frank knew he'd learned to be a master – at least with her – from long experience.

What followed left no room for any awareness other than the woman's body under his.

CHAPTER THREE

When Dee Compton watched the two men undressing, both of them gaping at her young, naked body lounging on the long, low, yellow sofa, she couldn't help cupping a hand against the dark brown fleece surrounding her cunt and slipping a finger into it.

The black man, Sam Reed, was dark brown. His Afro hair bloomed out, making his head look twice as large. He was a huge man in every way, with the kind of hard, lumpy muscles of a well-built Negro.

But what caused Dee to wriggle a finger rapidly against her clit was the size of his huge black cock as he pulled his jocks down.

An electric thrill charged Dee. This would be the first black she'd ever had. It was also the first time she would be screwing two cocks at once. Having heard how wild that kind of scene was from other girls, Dee had finally decided it was time to try it.

Sam Reed was recommended highly by Connie, who had quite a reputation all her own. Connie admitted being bisexual. Dee reminded herself to try that lesbian thing with Connie. But right now the sight of Sam's slowly rising cock made her suddenly weak. And burning hot.

"I thought you were like your sister, " Gino commented.

Dee glanced at Gino, a stocky, barrel-chested Italian with jet-black curly hair all over his body. Not only was it difficult to tell where his pubic hair began and stomach and thigh ha ended, she couldn't really be sure where the full black beard and long, thick hair framing his angular face parted company.

But, again, Dee was more interested in the size of his cock, which was already rock-hard, but shorter than Sam's hung, long black one.

I've never had a beard against my pussy! She thrilled at the idea.

Connie claimed that a man's chest hairs were simply ecstatic against a woman's nipples – another experience Dee was about to enjoy with Gino who had a matted chest, whose nipples were almost hidden.

"Alice is square!" Dee announced with contempt. "She finger-fucks herself in the bathroom and feels guilty about that."

Both men laughed, but stood there across the nicely furnished modem apartment, staring at Dee.

Their eyes seemed to have a hard time deciding on what was most fun to look at: her nicely formed, compact tiny breasts or her cunt brazenly exposed widely parted thighs.

Dee noticed with deep pleasure how each man's prick was now fully erect. Sam's was so large that she wondered if it was possible to get her lips stretched around it. The thought almost made her come.

Gino's erection was smaller and seemed a perfect cock to fuck her fanny. Both men would easily find plenty of pleasure in her tight snatch. Dee had learned a long time before, from her brother, Bill that a woman's cunt could stretch around any cock, no matter how thick.

Bill, who was now twenty-one – though only nineteen when teaching her the facts of life – had the moral ethics of a male whore. But that figured, considering their parents. Alice was the only square.

"Well, " Sam asked, in a voice that sounded slightly embarrassed, or at least unsure, "what now?"

Sam's thick, large lips parted wide across big teeth. "Sometimes I figure whiteys are pretty dumb!"

Gino glared at Sam. "Keep it cool, friend!"

Gino seemed to have all the elements of very dangerous hatred, though the two men were the best of friends.

Dee quickly said, "Look, the only emotions I want fired have to do with your fucking cocks! Come over and let me get a good look."

"Wanna compare?" Gino asked.

Shaking her head, Dee merely retorted, "I've done that already. I want something much more than that! As far as your cock and balls are concerned... that's why you're here. And we don't have too much time before Alice comes home."

Dee stared anxiously at the two men, realizing they had a few hours to fuck her good and hard. A shiver of excitement slashed up Dee's spine.

Sam was almost a foot taller than Gino's five-foot-six-inch frame, and all ebony, smooth, rippling muscle. Gino's hairy form made it difficult to tell for sure which was more muscular.

Muscles meant a lot to Dee. Most of all, those like the two big cocks before her.

"You're really something!" Sam said.

"So are you!" Dee replied, "and coming here on such short notice, too." This conversational tease excited Dee.

Gino, slightly irritated, remarked, "Look, Baby, so we cat around almost every night and you just happened to make things easier for us and..."

Dee didn't like Gino's attitude and said, "I wanted a party with two studs – you're lucky Connie picked you!"

"That depends on how good you are!" Gino snapped.

Dee and Sam laughed at that, especially when Dee rubbed Gino's balls with the palm of her hand. Then she grabbed Sam's bulging black cock, caressing it sensually between thumb and fingers.

That broke the ice. It was a conversation with Connie Brown, which took place earlier at the poolside, which inspired Dee to ask if the woman knew anybody who might be willing to come over with a friend and give her a three-way party. They had talked about the different studs around. At one point Connie commented that Bill and Dee were really swinging people.

Dee told how her brother had always wanted to screw his mother as an example of his liberal sexual attitudes.

"He'd screw a man's ass if it wasn't the only thing he's really against. Even mention fags and Bill goes into a fit, " Dee related.

"I'm not bothered about that, " she later admitted when Connie said how wild it was to turn-on to any sex experience.

"I'll bet you that brother of yours would turn-on, too. Maybe, " Connie said, "I'll prove the point!"

Dee wanted to know how, and was told about the dildo Connie always carried in her purse.

"Never know when I'll need it, " Connie said. They'd gone up to Dee's apartment, then, and she had played with the magnificent fake penis, even sucking on it. Connie offered to give Dee a real thrill, but was turned down.

"Later, sometime, " was Dee's reply. "Right now I could use some real pricks!"

Connie put the dildo in her purse and said, "Maybe I'll have some fun with Bill using it! I think he'd get bombed being sucked off while a dildo is in his ass hole at the same time!"

The conversation led up to three-way sex. When Dee asked if Connie could arrange a sex-party with some studs, the woman nodded, but said, "I kind of like the idea of screwing Bill's ass."

Connie called Bill's work. A short conversation set up a date with him or later that afternoon. Once Connie hung up, Dee started pushing her about three-way sex parties. "I know a couple of studs maybe they're free, " Connie said. Dee pleaded, now sexually aroused by the idea of having two cocks all to herself. Connie pointed out that the best chance was Gino and his partner, Sam – a Negro – as if this might turn her off. Dee was ecstatic at the chance to screw a black cock. An hour later things were all arranged. When the two men arrived she was naked and told them to strip.

"Like me?" she asked.

"You sure have nice breasts!" Sam commented. "I love small ones."

"Enough to fill a man's mouth, " was Gino's judgment.

All the time Dee was thrilling to their hard shafts, which were pulsing in response to her gentle caressing.

Dee wondered aloud, not caring if Sam might possibly be insulted by the remark, "Is it true Negroes are better than whites?"

Her statement was aimed more at Gino. It seemed fun to get the two men in a competitive mood. And it was fun to taunt them. She began more lustfully stimulating the two men, fingers wrapped firmly about their cocks, almost jerking up and down on those swollen shapes.

She noted the thicker length of Sam's cock. Gino's was short enough to swallow to the point where his balls could be also pulled into her mouth. She loved sucking balls. Sam's was just too long, but wonderfully thicker.

She pictured an erotic fantasy. It would be thrilling to have both of those cocks in her mouth. It was impossible. But it was possible to have one there and the other screwing her cunt. Dee wished there was some way to have a third prick fucking itself in her anal cave.

Dee suddenly laughed, realizing the shock in Alice's face if she happened to see her at that moment Alice would probably have a heart attack!

"What's so funny?" Sam wanted to know.

"I was thinking about sucking both of your pricks at once!" Dee said.

"Christ!" Gino exclaimed. "What a groovy cat she is!"

Sam merely chuckled, and said, "How about trying mine for size?"

"It's so thick! Maybe too big, " Dee teased. The whole scene was really turning her on.

"Mine isn't!" Gino offered, obviously wanting to be sucked-off.

"Easy, boys, I'll drink both of them. But first I want a double-cock meal. Come into the bedroom. I can't take this any longer!"

Without a word they settled down on the large bed, with Dee in the middle. Dee was actually trembling. She knew so little about all the forms of sex, but was dying to learn, and fast!

"Well, boys. As they say, it's time to shit or get off the fucking pot!" Suddenly Dee felt embarrassed, and aware of her lack of experience in swinging.

The expressions on the two men's faces revealed they were both pleased and surprised to the point of delighted shock. Neither knew she was under age, but that probably wouldn't have mattered.

Looking at Sam's huge erection, Dee recalled the first cock she'd sucked. Her brother had come into bed with her when the rest of the family was away and started talking about sex as he'd done many times in the past before this time, though, she'd only played with his hard, jerking it off. When he suggested she try blowing him, Dee was a little shocked, but then thought the idea interesting. She did everything but let him come in her mouth. Later, they'd done sixty-nines until both experienced orgasm and she'd learned to actually thrill to the taste of cum.

Now Dee wondered if a Negro's tasted any different and immediately decided what they would do first.

"I'm new at this, boys, " she admitted. Dee had been fondling them, while they had caressed her breasts. The nipples hurt.

"But I know what we're going to do first time around!" she continued in husky passion, her eyes lustfully feasting on Sam's prick.

She felt awkward and knew the words were coming out all wrong, but also realized it wasn't important.

"I want both of you at once, but I drink Sam's first. You're afterwards, Gino, " she promised, giving his shaft a playful squeeze. "You know how I can suck Sam and have you fuck my pussy?"

"Baby, if you weren't so wildly sophisticated with those hands, I'd think you were a virgin!" Gino said.

"What's that?" she laughed, leaning over to give his cock a voluptuous sucking kiss.

"How do you want him in you?" Sam asked.

She greedily feasted Gino's hard, white cock, then released it. "I'm going to smother my face against that cock of yours, Sam!"

"On your back, Sam, " Gino rasped. "I'll ride her fanny."

"Pussy!" she corrected as Sam stretched out on his back, hands behind his head, a very contented face grinning in open pleasure. The man's thick thighs spread wide, his lengthy shaft standing up almost like a pole, peaked with a big, black top-hat of flesh. It was the tiny tuck at the moist tip that fascinated Dee. But she thrilled to the rigid, arching cock with a crinkling coil of flesh under the crown. He'd obviously been circumcised. Gino hadn't. Dee would find pleasure using the Italian's foreskin almost as much as sucking Sam's crown. She began shivering in uncontrolled excitement.

"Get to it, honey, I want your cute little fanny! I'll give you something to remember the rest of your life!" Gino exclaimed.

"Don't Greek me this time!" she warned. "I want that later!"

She was panting, against the black, bulging crown of Sam's shaft.

Hands lifted her ass as Dee slipped her arms under Sam's thighs in order to hold and caress that huge cock while straining her lips about its wonderful crown. Dee's tongue ran anxiously over her lips at the first touch of Gino's cock. The hard thing slipped between her thighs.

Now Dee's hands surrounded Sam's shaft, covering what seemed less than half its length.

"Be slow, " she warned Gino. "Don't fuck it in until I'm coming on Sam's prick!"

The way Gino's cock started sliding along her pussy lips, gently caressing them, convinced Dee he knew exactly what she wanted.

Now she made a big production out of looking at the hole at the tip of Sam's shaft. She felt a mild sense of worship while considering the beauty of drinking Sam's cum. Her eyes were frozen to the entrance of that long, hollow cock that ran down so deep into the knotted balls far below.

Impulsively, mildly surprised since it hadn't been what she'd expected to do, Dee's lips lowered and gently kissed Sam's balls. Then, lips parting, she sucked gently on them.

"Oh, beautiful, " Dee murmured. Lips running up along the thick, rigid cock, her tongue started licking violently upon reaching the foreskin. Then sucking gently upon the flesh, Dee lost control.

She hesitated only one instant, then covered the black flesh, lips mouthing it, tongue worrying the tiny hole, her teeth nibbling tenderly.

At the same time she was aware that Gino's cock was playing subtly with the entrance to her cunt.

Her lips impulsively sucked Sam's cock, and she licked more rapidly.

God, she thought, what a mouthful!

Then she lowered her head, letting that huge piece of meat slide in until it almost gagged her. She was vaguely aware that more shaft was nakedly innocent of her embrace. This created a spasm in the depths of her womb, just thinking how it would feel completely enveloped – almost like penetrating right up until it was stuffing her throat.

The erotic fantasy created another spasm, driving her nearer to orgasm. At the same time, Dee's lips began to suck intensely on the cock. It immediately rippled. She felt the warm cum, or so it seemed, travel up through the thick rod and then shoot out like liquid bullets.

Automatic convulsions caused her to swallow, gulping down the surprisingly large amount of cum. It continued to spurt in quick, rapid waves.

Dee wasn't even aware of the thrusting hardness ramming like a piston in her cunt until Sam's shaft went dry. Insanely responding to the orgasmic taste of the man and the hard, powerful screwing of Gino's cock inside her tight, young pussy, Dee voluptuously sucked Sam's still-firm prick.

Dee experienced more than two orgasms before Gino lifted. She compressed her lips about his prick. She lovingly mouthed and kissed that beautiful cock.

"She's great!" Sam exclaimed, ginning, but obviously still horny. "Man, Gino what a blow-job!"

Gino, though, was, for the moment, spent out, lying prone a little away from them.

Dee glanced at Sam's big erection, eager for him to use it in her.

"What are we going to do about this?" Sam inquired in a cocky, mocking voice.

"Thank God my sister doesn't come home until later!" Dee laughed, stretching long legs out towards Sam. She leaned back as he pulled Dee forward until her head rested at the foot of the bed.

Sam sat up and then stretched over Dee, his groin lightly brushing her pussy. Then the big, thick lips covered one breast as she gently racked her hips back and forth under his big, black cock.

Now it was Dee's turn to submissively enjoy being taken by a man who was almost frighteningly huge.

Those meaty, moist, sucking lips were thrilling in a totally different way. He tongued and sucked with such animal skill that Dee knew it would be possible, under other circumstances, to enjoy such foreplay for a very long time. But they were already at a peak where such torture would be too much.

Dee wrapped his large cock with her trembling thighs, squeezing the hot, bulky prick, then twisting and rolling back and forth. It was tugged and pulled deliciously; a pulsing live thing clinging to her flesh.

"Keep that up, Baby, and I'll... come all over you!" Sam warned.

"Then fuck me!" she offered, thighs parting. Dee's legs spread wide, and buckled. Then Sam shifted until the point of his fat cock touched her cunt. Dee embraced his muscular legs with hers.

The action pulled his cock against her clit. Immediately Dee knew even this limited penetration would be enough to top anything she'd ever experienced before in her young life. But, then, she'd only knew five other men this way.

His cock rotated inside Dee, and knowing how that would drive her to a fit, she arched, her legs tensing.

Dee's lips parted in a scream that was ecstatic. It felt like he'd torn her apart, as if his cock was ripped through the lining of her womb. This was the wildest thing she'd ever known.

Then, as he slowly withdrew, agonizingly caressing the sensitive nerves around her clit, Dee felt as if she was going to drown in the overwhelming ecstasy. Then he was slowly entering again and, she realized it was only the beginning. Each penetration and withdrawal produced more and more pleasure until suddenly her cunt contracted in helpless orgasm. She seemed to flame and her blood vessels seemed to erupt. She was only half-conscious when Sam's cock went crazy in rippling climax.

In that dazed awareness Dee had one last moment of total ecstasy.

She was asleep even before Sam's shaft withdrew for the last time.

Dee stirred a long time later, reaching out, hoping to find a man next to her.

Then the sound of footsteps brought her to immediate mental alertness.

Alice had returned from work!

Panic set in, then Dee quickly covered her naked body with the sheets and blanket.

Alice stepped into the room.

"Sleeping on your day off? So early?" There was a slight sense of disapproval in the woman's voice.

"Why not?" Dee inquired, suddenly worried that her sister might guess the truth. Then to throw her off, Dee added, "Think I had me a couple of hot pricks fucking around my pussy?"

"God, Dee, how can you talk like that?" Alice exclaimed, slapping her purse on the floor.

"So. What if I had?" Dee inquired, now self-confident.

Alice stood, frowning, her short black hair framing a serious, but sensual face. The face of a virgin, disapproving the very concept of sex.

"What would you do?" Dee demanded, sitting up, letting the blankets fall, exposing her breasts.

"You're naked!" Alice observed in a cold voice, her brown eyes narrowing.

Dee laughed, letting it sound light, casual. "Come on, Alice. You wouldn't believe me if I said there was a big, hot Latin stud and a huge, juicy black prick banging around my pussy all afternoon. So don't look so shocked!"

"You're disgusting!" Alice smirked. "You shouldn't even talk that way."

"Why not? I've seen some of the real juicy books you read!"

Alice turned away, flushed with embarrassment.

"You're too young to read..."

"You must be kidding! Most girls my age are experienced women! Anybody your age is sick if she hasn't been screwed half a dozen times by a..."

"God, Dee! I won't let you talk that way!" Alice shouted.

"Kick me out? I know you better, Alice. You let me move in because maybe I'd change my ways and become a prude like you. Well..." Dee let the words fade, stopping a sudden burst of insults. Shrugging, she lied, "I've been trying to be the way you want."

Alice now began to smile.

"I know. Sorry. It was a bad day at the office. A lot of typing and things."

Dee couldn't help saying, while getting out of bed, turning in such a way so her pussy was bidden from Alice's view, "But, just for kicks, what would you do if I'd had a man up here?"

"Spank your bottom!" Alice announced as Dee rushed past, heading for the bathroom.

"You wouldn't dare! You're not responsible, anyway!" Dee fired back over her shoulder.

"Maybe not. But don't let me catch you!"

Dee washed so there wouldn't be any evidence of the two men's come to suggest what had actually happened. When she left the bathroom, Alice was in the kitchen fixing dinner.

Still irritated, Dee joined her sister and started to set the table. She asked casually, "How're things with you and Frank?"

"Fine, " Alice answered in a guarded, voice while turning hamburgers over in the skillet.

"Have you let him do it to you, yet?"

"God, Dee, what business is it of yours?"

"Just wondering. He's great, you know."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Alice's face contorted into a grim frown as she placed food on dishes.

"Of course you do. I met him first and know what he's like."

"I don't want to hear anything about it, " Alice said. "What Frank did before we started dating is one thing... I'm not interested in the details. And what happens between us isn't anybody's business. So, just drop the subject!"

They ate in cold silence, though Dee found it amusing that she probably knew more about Frank than Alice did. There was little doubt in her mind that he hadn't screwed Alice. She felt sorry for Frank, but that was his sad bag. When he got fired of waiting, she'd willingly let him screw her pussy any time.