Fast Jimmy's address turned out to be in the same run-down neighborhood in which Jack and Annie lived. Marc was not too pleased about having to go back there, but be was glad that at least his sister wouldn't have to be exposed to the kind of abuse which she underwent the last time they were in the area. Whatever sort of pervert Fast Jimmy was going to turn out to be – and Marc had no doubt in his mind that it was going to be one sort or another – at least it would be Marc's burden alone. He was growing more determined each day to rescue Steffi from the sort of life she seemed to be finding for herself.
Arriving at the neighborhood, he paused before locating Fast Jimmy's building. He was already late for his appointment, but a quick drink seemed to be in order before be kept the date. The area was abundantly stocked with bars, but each looked to be seedier than the one before. Choosing the least offensive looking, Marc entered, bought a drink, and sat at a table to drink it. Watching the people come and go, he thought about the strange turn his life had taken in the last several days. It was as he sat, thinking of these things and getting just a little tipsy, that the redhead walked in.
It was obvious from the moment that she entered that she was looking to be picked up. Her tiny skirt, barely covering her swaying bottom, revealed nearly the entire length of her long shapely legs, and her tight sweater left little to the imagination as far as her full, high bosom was concerned. It was the arrogant and openly sexual look in her eyes that reminded Marc more than anything else of his first meeting with Marcia. This time, he was not looking for sex, but he wasn't so sure that it wasn't going to find him anyway.
The girl looked around at the prospects. The bar was nearly empty except for Marc and a couple of whoreish looking women at the bar. When she caught Marc staring at her, she smiled and sauntered toward him, casual but obviously very determined. Marc sipped his drink and waited to see how he was going to handle this one.
"Buy a lady a drink?" she said simply.
Marc smiled. It was always just like in the movies – at least until he had her in bed. There was no time for that sort of thing now, but at least he could indulge in a little pleasant flirting. Anything to entertain himself before his meeting with Fast Jimmy.
He ordered the drinks and looked the redhead over coolly. He suspected that she might not be the type to go in for light flirting. In a moment, she proved him right.
"Your place or mine?" she whispered hotly into his ear as soon as the drinks arrived, her hand already placed firmly on Marc's upper thigh.
"Just like that?" he asked, a little disappointed at having his flirtation so rudely terminated. The red-head cocked her head to the side and looked him over suspiciously before replying.
"Listen, good-looking," she said. "The way I figure it, we both came here to meet someone, have a few drinks, and go somewhere and get laid."
Marc raised an eyebrow in automatic response to her unexpected bluntness. The girl misinterpreted his response.
"Don't worry, honey," she said, "I don't charge for the finest fuck in town."
The redhead slid her hand up Marc's thigh and into his crotch. She began to firmly massage the bulge which she found there as she continued to lecture.
"You see me come in and you like what you see, right? Good ass and good tits, right? Okay, handsome, so I like what I see too. Why play games?"
She found the top of his fly and quickly unzipped it, sliding her cool hand into his pants. Snaking her way into his shorts, she took a firm hold of his cock, stroking it softly as she resumed her speech.
"Everyone wants to get fucked when the right equipment comes along," she continued, fondling his manhood without taking her eyes off his face as she spoke. "And you, my enormous friend, are gifted with some of the rightest equipment which I have had the pleasure of coming across in an awfully long time."
By this time the girl was squeezing and releasing Marc's swollen organ in a deliciously regular rhythm. Large, firm, and erect as his cock had been from the moment he had first seen her, the smooth sliding of the girl's palm along its sensitive underside as she squeezed was making it even larger, firmer, and more erect with each passing second. Marc knew that the blatant sexuality of the girl's speech was contributing to his arousal almost as much as her actual physical caresses. He wished that the talk could go on longer, but he knew that she had not come to the bar for talk any more than he had come there for sex. But, as long as he was there anyway…
Placing his hand on her bare knee, he began to inch it confidently up toward her waiting snatch. Her thigh felt soft and creamy under his fingertips as they moved toward the hairy center of her lust. Just as his fingers made their first contact with wiry pubic hair, the girl reached over and pressed his hand tightly against her crotch.
"Don't be shy," she cooed, licking his ear wetly as she blew gently into it.
Marc gently ran his finger along the outer edge of her vulva and then, suddenly, thrust it fully up into her cunt.
"Mmmmm," was all she said as he began to wiggle the invading finger around in the sweet slush of her cunt. He suspected that she was the type of girl who lubricated herself the moment she fondled an erect cock. He stroked the sensitive membranes of her inner cunt for several moments as she continued her delightful rubbing of his most private part. With one last delicious squeeze, she withdrew her hand and carefully but quickly zipped up his fly, simultaneously sliding her now soaked cunt off of his soggy finger.
"Not here, lover," she said. "Let's go to my place for some heavy fucking."
The invitation was a tempting one, and if his mission at Fast Jimmy's place had been for anyone's benefit other than his sister's he would have dismissed the mission in a second – unfortunately, the call of duty was sounding louder than the call of passion.
Not much louder, to be sure, but louder nevertheless.
"I can't," he began reluctantly, "I…"
"You can't?" the redhead demanded indignantly. "What do you mean you can't?"
"Well…"
"You get a girl all hot and bothered and then you say you can't? What kind of a man are you, anyway?"
"You see, I…"
"Oh, I get it," she said, standing up. "You're queer, right? Well, right on, brother. Power to the cause!"
And so saying, she turned and walked away. Oh well. Marc thought, shrugging his shoulders. Maybe it was all for the best. He finished his drink in one swallow and went off to talk to Fast Jimmy.
Fast Jimmy's building was every bit as decrepit as Marc had anticipated. Once again, he went through the ritual of ringing the downstairs bell, waiting, ringing again, and finally receiving a response. He got in the elevator, pushed the button marked "6", and waited. When nothing happened, he got out of the elevator, looked at the seemingly endless stairway in dismay, took a deep breath, and began to climb. When he reached the sixth floor, he breathed deeply several times and, his composure regained, located the door marked "6C". He rang the bell hard and long in his anger at having to walk the stairs and waited, mentally preparing his speech.
Fast Jimmy, he would say, I don't have time for any bullshit. I understand you know where I can find Michael. Either tell me or tell me you're not going to tell me so I can go do more important things.
He liked that speech. He had always wanted to sound tough.
When the door opened. Marc was greeted by a skinny little man wearing only a baggy pair of pants.
"Fast Jimmy?" Marc asked, suddenly at a loss for words.
"Hardly," the little man answered without grinning. "Won't you come in? I was just leaving."
Marc entered the apartment and stood in the living room in silence as the little man disappeared behind what Marc assumed to be a bedroom door. In a moment, he re-emerged, fully dressed. He nodded briefly at Marc and walked out, closing the door behind him. Marc looked at the closed door for a moment as he tried to understand the scene which he had just witnessed.
The room in which Marc was standing was clearly intended as a living room, but it was not furnished like one – rather, it was furnished more like a waiting room, with couches and chairs lining the walls and stacks of magazines piled on end tables in the corners. Marc examined one of the stacks. The magazines were all pornographic.
Thumbing through one of the magazines, Marc marveled at how sheltered he really was. He thought himself somewhat of a man of the world, but he had to admit that he had never seen magazines quite like these. The pictures and captions were perfectly explicit to a degree with which Marc had been totally inexperienced. He was especially fond of some of the subtler and more humorous items, like the picture of a nude girl sucking off a dog, captioned, "A girl's best friend." Marc found himself thinking about the red-head in the bar and getting quite horny, but he tried hard to fight off the feeling. There was business to be taken care of. He was afraid he was fighting a losing battle when he was suddenly startled by a voice behind him.
"Like the magazines?" it said.
Marc turned around to face a beautiful black woman, smiling at him through her white teeth and her fiery brown eyes. Her hands were placed defiantly on her bare hips, just above the low low waistline of her black leather pants and far below her skimpily cut halter top. For a moment, he wondered if she was going to produce a bullwhip to complete the image.
"Hello," he said. "I'm looking for Fast Jimmy."
"Honey," she said, with just a hint of southern affectation in her voice, "you have found her!"
Marc's jaw dropped open in the classic gesture of disbelief. Suddenly, it seemed to be a whole different ballgame.
"You're Fast Jimmy?" he asked, a bit obtusely.
"If you don't believe it," she answered, "ask the runt that just left. I don't believe he was in here more than ten minutes."
Slowly, the pieces began to fit together in Marc's befuddled mind. The waiting room, the magazines, the little man leaving abruptly. Fast Jimmy was a…
"But 'Jimmy'?" he asked.
"Born Jemima," the woman explained, "but that name don't make it no more. And 'fast' because I can be."
She looked Marc over carefully, studying him as if he were a museum piece.
"But I can be very, very slow when I choose to be," she said, smiling lewdly. Marc had no reason to doubt her. He decided to get down to business. "I'm here on business…" he began lamely.
"They always are, sugar. Your pleasure is my business."
"I think you don't understand…"
"Oh, I understand," she said. "Why don't we make ourselves comfortable and talk about it?"
Marc decided to stop fighting and surrender to Fast Jimmy's demands. He had to admit that if he was going to talk business with her, making himself comfortable first certainly seemed to be the best way of going about it.
"Okay," he said, "by all means let's make ourselves comfortable."
Fast Jimmy let out a quick, evil chuckle in response to Marc's unexpectedly cool response to her suggestion. Keeping her eyes on his face, she swiftly slipped out of her halter top. Marc gulped audibly as two perfect round breasts popped free. The woman stretched as if glad to be released from her flimsy top as she fingered her chocolate nipples. Marc watched in wordless envy, his own fingertips tingling.
"Now you, baby," she said.
Marc unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor, waiting for her next move.
"Come on," she said, as if to a child who had performed stupidly. She continued to finger her nipples as she brought them temptingly close to Marc's face. "Ain't these worth more than your scrawny chest? Let's see something exciting, sugar. That is, assuming you got something exciting to show."
Marc smiled at this challenge to his manhood. He opened his fly and removed his shoes and socks. "You first," he said.
It was the woman's turn to smile now. "You are a tough one, ain't 'cha? Okay, angel, me first."
Fast Jimmy turned around and, ass swaying invitingly, entered the bedroom. Marc stood still and watched with fascination.
"Come on in, sugar," she said from the doorway, "your Aunt Jemima ain't gonna hurt you. Unless that's what you're looking for." Marc followed her into the room. Fast Jimmy's bedroom was all purple satin and velvet, with soft sensuous music oozing out of a hidden speaker. Lying on the tremendous round bed was Fast Jimmy herself, her chest bare and her knees parted wide.
"If you want my pants off," she said, "you gonna have to come take them off yourself."
Marc's heart pounded as he approached the bed and knelt between the woman's pearled thighs. He opened the button of her pants and unzipped the fly, trying unsuccessfully not to be distracted by the perfect globes which lay just in front of him, the delicate scent of perfume wafting toward his nose. Before he could remove her pants. Fast Jimmy pulled him down to her, smothering his face in her soft breasts. Immediately, Marc found himself closing his mouth over her nipple, sucking and licking like a child being offered the world's sweetest candy. She skillfully massaged the tight muscles of his neck as he savored the incredible sweetness of her tits… her nipples now erect like thumbs.
"Mmmm-mmmm!" she exclaimed, "you are a good one! Let's see what you look like bare-assed."
Moving cat-like, she slithered out from under his oral attack and whipped his pants off. A tremendous erection made itself immediately visible.
"Mmmm-mmmm!" she repeated, licking her lips. "Ain't that a fine-looking banana!"
Before she had even finished speaking, her nimble fingers were exploring Marc's apparatus, gently rubbing his balls and tracing quick delicious patterns under his penis. Grabbing it tightly she began to massage the entire organ, rubbing it back and forth with slow smooth motions of her closed fist. Through his intense excitement. Marc was able to appreciate the woman's professionalism. Before he reached the point of no return, Fast Jimmy stopped her hand movements.
"Maybe you want to see the rest of me before we get on with our 'business'. Have a good look, lover."
So saying, the woman pulled off her leather pants and, springing to her feet, stood stark naked in front of Marc. She was undoubtedly the most sensual woman he had ever seen in his life, Marc sat on the edge of the bed as she began once again to play with her own beautiful breasts, swaying her womanly hips gently in time to the music. She danced as though in a trance, and Marc felt no less hypnotized watching her glide liquidly around the bedroom, jutting first a hip, then a fleshy buttock in his direction. She was standing in front of him now, her tummy rippling in a skillful belly-dance as her kinky pubic hairs wriggled temptingly in front of his face. He reached out, unable to control himself any longer, and placed his hands on the dancer's hips. Suddenly she thrust her pelvis forward, bringing the sweet sexy smell of her cunt right up to his face.
"Eat some sweet twat, sugar," she said, an edge of sensual hardness creeping into her tone. Marc decided that this was no time to worry about her master-slave games. If the price of being a slave was eating out the panther woman, the brain in his cock told him that that was the role he wanted. Without a second thought, he plunged his tongue into deep, sweet honeyhole.
The woman tasted unbelievably delicious. Marc had eaten cunt many times, usually enjoying it more for the oral satisfaction and for the pleasure it gave his partner than anything else. But this time, he was enjoying the cunt for its own perfect delicious taste and smell. Sweet and sticky, the tunnel through which his tongue slicked its way was coated with tasty warm juices, almost too appetizing to be natural. Marc licked and sucked at the slit, swallowing the passion juices as they continued to ooze from the slippery walls of her inner vagina. He moved his hands around to grab her perfect ass, pressing her crotch even more snugly to his face. It was like the fulfillment of his childhood dream of having his cake and eating it too.
"Enough of that, you cuntsucker," she suddenly announced, pulling his head gently away from her crotch. He swallowed twice to capture all the sweet liquid which had filled his mouth. "Jimmy's gonna dance for you now."
Pulling Marc to his feet, she stood him in the middle of the room as she began to dance around him. The music seemed louder now as her naked form oozed around him, now in front of him, now behind him. She danced close, the tips of her breasts brushing excitingly against his back and chest as she wiggled and squirmed in movements which clearly simulated the moves of sex. He dared not turn around as she writhed behind him now, licking the sweat off his shoulders with a long hot tongue. She dipped lower, barely caressing the taut muscles of his lower back with her fingertips, darting her tongue out to lick the cheeks of his buttocks, her fingers grazing his upper inner thighs as she slid quickly past.
Every muscle in his body was tense with anticipation now as she reappeared in front of him, staring with obvious admiration at the flag-pole which extended stiffly from between his legs. Her fingertips and tongue repeated their teasing act in front of him now, carefully touching and arousing his lower belly and his thighs without quite touching his most sensitive part. He squirmed uncomfortably now as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him and kissed his testicles tenderly before speaking.
"When Fast Jimmy go down on her knees," she said, "you know she ain't about to pray."
Marc's smile of understanding turned instantly to a grimace of pleasure as Fast Jimmy's mouth slid smoothly over the shaft of his cock. He felt the entire length of his organ being enclosed in the hot dampness of her mouth as her teasing tongue tickled the surface of the undershaft, licking especially at that most sensitive point where the head joins the shaft. Her tongue seemed to encircle his organ now as she sucked and sucked on it, drawing it out to its fullest imaginable length. As she sucked dick, her hands busied themselves tracing firm but gentle figures along his inner thighs and rummaging through his curly pubic hairs, occasionally tugging at them in order to achieve a better grasp of his cock in her hungry mouth. As sweet as eating her out had been, having the black beauty sucking his dick was unquestionably a thousand times better.
Just as he feared that he was approaching the breaking point. Fast Jimmy pulled her full lips away from Marc's throbbing organ. She kissed it several times with wet, full-tongued kisses and stood up once again. She grinned and kissed him holly on the mouth, her busy tongue coating his lips with her sweet-tasting saliva. Marc licked his lips, relishing the taste of her kiss, as she pulled away.
"Don't you hear the doorbell, sugar?" she asked. Pulling his mind back to the external world with considerable difficulty, Marc realized that the doorbell was indeed ringing offensively. Fast Jimmy glanced at her clock and put on a robe.
"Paying customer," she explained. "Won't take but a few minutes. The crazy John just likes to watch me work myself over and talk about how it feels. Have a seat. They don't call me Fast Jimmy for nothing."
Marc looked very skeptical as he sat down. Jimmy pressed her lovely boobs against his bare chest and kissed him tenderly.
"I'll make it up to you, angel. Besides," she said as she opened the bedroom door, "you might just like the act."
In a moment, she returned with another slightly built fellow who immediately stared at Marc with distress. "Who's he?" the fellow asked with what seemed to Marc an extraordinary lack of good manners, even considering the rather unusual circumstances.
"Friend of mine," the woman explained. "I get so excited working myself over for you that I need someone to fuck the shit out of me after you leave. It's your fault for getting me so hot, you know."
The little man smiled and nodded his approval of Fast Jimmy's obviously absurd explanation. He sat on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, as the panther let her robe fall to the floor in a puddle at her feet. As close as he had been to her just a few moments before, Marc could not help but gasp anew at her sensual beauty. She lay back on the bed again, her thighs spread wide to afford her voyeuristic client a flawless view of her damp treasures. Both men stared intently as she began her monologue.
"Well, well, well," she began, "here I am alone at home in bed. Wonder what I'll do with myself tonight. Imagine. Horny as a bitch and no man around to help me out. Think I'd settle for a woman at this point."
"Can't imagine why I'm so horny tonight. It's not like I didn't get it good this afternoon. Mmmm-mmmm, did I ever get it good. I swear, I thought that man was going to split me in half the way he kept on pushing and pushing that thing into me like he wanted to see it come out of my mouth."
She was softly stroking the outer lips of her vulva as she continued to talk. The little man's hands had dropped to his lap. Marc could not see what he was doing, but he had a very good idea. It was something that he was very tempted to do himself.
"I don't know," she went on. "I just don't seem to get satisfied the way I used to. Once upon a time, a man shoved his thing up me in the morning and I could wait easy until the next morning to get it again. Now it's hell to have to wait a few hours. Looks like I'm hooked. A regular nympho, a sex fiend, a full-time, gotta-have-it, cocksucking, asslicking bitch. I just don't know what I'm going to do, I think I'm starting to feel them withdrawal symptoms already. Looks like I'm going to have to do myself up if I'm going to get any satisfaction tonight. Mmmm, that feels nice."
Suddenly, her attention and that of both voyeurs seemed to shift to the finger that was so gently caressing the outer lips of her vagina.
"Real nice, touching myself this way. A man is good, but when you come right down to it, you gotta do it yourself if you want to do it right. A man will fuck you good and hard, he'll push that thing up your cunt until you're ready to scream for mercy, but he don't give a damn about whether you come off at all. All he knows is he's got two balls full of come, and he wants to put it to you rough, make you squeeze it out of him, make it squirt out so's he can get his rocks off. Don't matter none to him how you feel, as long as you take the pressure off his balls."
She seemed to be stroking herself a little more firmly now as the little man began to tremble in his seat. Marc was fascinated by the way his arm was moving up and down in his lap.
"And a man don't care none about where he comes off either. He'll come in your mouth, between your tits – if you're good enough, that is, and you better believe that mine are good enough – up your ass, anywhere. No matter to him. If you know how to squeeze him right, you know how to stroke his cock just right, when to rub it hard and when to just sort of tickle it, he's gonna come off good and hard and you better believe I mean good and I mean hard. And he's not going to give one good Goddamn whether you like it or not. That's just the way it is with a man. I don't blame the sons-of-bitches. I think I'd be the same Goddamn way if I could. If I could get my pussy around some good strong cock, I'd slide up and down that Goddamn pole until I was too greased to shimmy up again, and I wouldn't worry for a minute about whether or not the bastard was going to shoot off or not. No sir, I would take it for what it was worth, and no questions asked. That thing gonna shoot that hot jissum up my cunt or not, don't make no difference to me."
The little man was shaking violently. Marc strained his eyes trying to decide whether the woman's fingers had passed into her body or not.
"Of course," she reflected, "that ain't entirely true. It do feel awful good to know a man's shooting that stuff up into you. Like when he's inside you, and you start contracting them muscles, and you figure it feels so good for him and you know it feels so good for you. Then, next thing you know, you ain't doing nothing voluntarily and them muscles is clutching and pulling on him all by themselves, and you're both breathing kind of hard, and he's saying 'Jesus!' under his breath, and your mind goes all blank, and there ain't nothing in the world anymore except your sweet twat and his big fat meat slamming into you, filling you up, making your body all tight and ready. And then it happens. He starts jerking and holding you real tight, and pumping that hot jism up your cunt, sort of swallowing it all up like you're dying of thirst and it's water or something. Then it's your turn to start spasming all over, and your body goes out of control and you start grabbing onto him and holding him real tight and calling him darling and lover and all kinds of other things – you're just so grateful he's a man shooting that good hot come into you. That's when you know how wrong your mama was when she told you 'watch out, sugar, they only want one thing'. They only want one thing, but you is going to be only too glad to give it to 'em."
Her finger was definitely up her snatch now, and it slid smoothly in and out as the little man squirmed. Marc couldn't understand how he could sit so close and not rip his pants off and take her violently on the bed.
"Now, when a lady does herself," she explained, "why, that's a whole different story. A lady don't want to feel superior to herself or think she's some big-deal conqueror or no kind of horseshit like that. No sir, a lady just wants to make herself feel good, and there ain't nothing makes a lady feel good like sliding her finger up her cunt until she comes."
She stopped and looked at her finger as if she had just now noticed that it was squishing up and down between her labia.
"My word," she said in mock astonishment, "l seem to be doing that very thing to myself at this very moment, don't I? I suppose that I should be ashamed of myself, but it sure do feel mighty good. Mmmm, yes sir, it sure do feel mighty good. I wonder how it would be if I just pushed up a little higher… oh my, that is nice… I wonder what… my my, how that little clit of mine can stand up, I swear, just like a man's cock if I didn't know better… I think I'll try rubbing… oh God, that's nice… that just makes me feel so good all over… I'll just take some of this here wetness and get my finger all smooth and greasy and then I'll sort of rub that clit of mine awhile… oh Lordy Lordy Lordy… mmmm!"
She lay there in silence for a few moments, her fingers deep into her snatch, moving busily, as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, seemingly putting herself into a trance of sexual ecstasy. The little man was bouncing frantically on the edge of the bed. Marc was sweating profusely and banging his fists against his knees in his effort to control himself.
Suddenly, her back began to jerk violently, her hand moving back and forth in her crotch at a tremendously accelerated pace.
"Oh God!" she screamed hoarsely, "so good! So Goddamn fucking good! I'm coming… Jesus, I'm coming… Mmmm… mmmm… mmmm… AAAHH!"
All was still. The little man seemed to have undergone his release in perfect synchronization to that of the woman, and both of them were breathing heavily as the moment slowly passed. Marc was horny out of his skull.
And then, as if it were part of the established ritual, the little man got up, reached into his pants pocket, and withdrew a wallet. He chose a bill and placed it carefully on the bed next to the woman's still figure. Taking a deep breath as if to steady himself, he nodded politely at Marc, opened the bedroom door, and walked out. A few seconds later, the outer door slammed shut. No sooner did that happen than Fast Jimmy opened her eyes.
"Ain't that something," she said simply.
Marc stood up, gazing at the woman on the bed in awe. His penis stood out tremendously in front of him.
"Ain't that something!" Fast Jimmy exclaimed, changing her emphasis as she studied Marc's impressive erection. "Now where were we, sugar?"
"Just like that?" Marc demanded, unable to believe that she was willing to pick up where they had left off as if nothing had happened in the interim.
"Listen, lover," she explained, "business is business and pleasure is pleasure. Besides," and Marc almost thought he detected a blush behind the black skin, "I wasn't hardly lying about the things I said, I do have a voracious appetite."
Marc approached the bed. He was in no mood to question the truth of the woman's claim.
"You better believe that I am as ready for that thing of yours as I am ever going to be," she said as she shifted to a new position on her hands and knees. She futted her sweet black ass out towards Marc before she spoke again. "Mount me, my stallion," she commanded.
Marc lunged forward, his more than ready cock plunging easily into Fast Jimmy's well-lubricated slit. It was amazingly wet inside, and Marc's cock slid immediately to the hilt. As he entered the soggy tunnel, he wondered just how real her masturbatory scene had been, but before he could say anything about it, the beautiful panther issued her next command.
"Too damn slippery in there," she said, "suck out some of them juices so I can show you what real friction is about."
Marc reluctantly withdrew his cock and lowered his mouth to the woman's cunt. Her kinky pubic hair was matted with sweat and cunt-juice. Marc put his lips to her slit and began to suck out her juices. They mixed with the salt of her vaginal perspiration this time, but they were still as sweet and appetizing as they had been before. When she was dryer – although still far, far from dry – Marc licked the inside of her cunt gratuitously. She purred softly as he briefly rolled her clit around between his tightly closed lips.
"Very good," she said, as if grading him in her capacity as a professional. "Now, let's try a little dick before we get down to business."
Marc removed his face from her good-smelling crotch and again plunged his erect phallus between the warm, tight lips of her vagina. It went in a little snugger now, and they both gasped aloud with pleasure as he once again penetrated her to the hilt. He moved back and forth roughly now as her nails dug into the flesh of his buttocks, pulling him tightly against her, her strong thighs pushing urgently against his.
"I do believe that you are doing something right," she announced unnecessarily as they continued to pound flesh against flesh, cock squeezed tightly in grasping cunt.
Marc thrust forward, his cock gliding easily through the wetness of the woman's vagina. She seemed to be holding on to him tightly now as he shoved it forward, pulled it back, and shoved it forward again, time after time in perfectly timed thrusts that seemed to fill both of them with indescribable pleasure. After jabbing it rudely up her snatch several times, Marc realized that his puny efforts were no longer necessary. Fast Jimmy had taken control, fucking herself on his erect cock, pushing her lust-filled body down hard onto it and pulling expertly on it on the upstroke. He relaxed his efforts as her clutching cunt took over the entire workload, allowing him to surrender to the pure perfect pleasure of being expertly screwed. Now he had only to enjoy the throbbing readiness in his balls and the sweet delight of having his cock rubbed and sucked into the great cunt-mouth. It was an opportunity that he was only too glad to accept.
"Come, damnit," the black angel hissed. "I want to feel that good hot come squirting in. Supposing I try this…"
Fast Jimmy reached back and slid one of her long fingers along the surface of Marc's perineum, that sensitive area between his anus and his balls. The gentle stroking of her fingers, nails gently raking first the outer surface of his anus and then gently scraping the skin of his scrotal pouch, was just what Marc needed to be pushed beyond the limits of his masculine endurance.
With an animal grunt, he began to spasm wildly, his cock jerking inside her, hot streams of fresh white come shooting madly up into her cunt. His orgasm was just the impetus which she needed to launch into her own. No ordinary woman, Fast Jimmy had no ordinary orgasm – rather, she exploded in spasms of ecstasy which put Marc's impressive climax to shame. Her bouncing snatch pulled on Marc's penis as if holding on for dear life, taking him with her on her wild orgiastic journey. When it was at last over, she lay trembling and puffing, unable to catch her breath after what was undoubtedly the most dramatic female orgasm Marc had ever witnessed.
"Not bad, sugar," she said, grinning. "Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Marc shook his head in renewed awe. The woman was amazing. He opened his mouth as if to speak, and then chuckled aloud at the overplayed words which he realized that he had to say.
"About Michael…" he said.
"Michael?" the panther's dark side seemed to turn a shade darker at the mention of the name. "You a friend of his?"
"I'm just looking for him," Marc answered truthfully.
"You're not a cop, are you?" she asked, somewhat ridiculously under the circumstances.
"No," Marc answered simply, "Jack was supposed to have called you…"
"Oh," she said, a look of sudden understanding appearing in her eyes, "you must be Steffi's brother!"
"That I am," he replied, feeling a bit proud.
"Well let me tell you about that bastard Michael. I owed the son-of-a-bitch some money, he comes in here, I don't have it yet, he says I better fuckin' have it in forty-eight hours or he's going to break my fuckin' neck. I say okay. Any other dude, I throw him the hell out. Michael's crazy. He'd kill me, I know it, and he knows I know it. I don't know why your sister cares about that cat, but let me make it clear to you that I personally do not give a damn what happens to him, and believe me it's not just the money – however, I do have a pretty good idea of where he'll be tomorrow night. Folks down the block are having an orgy, and that is one scene that Michael will dig on every time. I guarantee, you want to find that motherfucker, that's where you'll find him tomorrow night."
Fast Jimmy told Marc the address and Marc made a careful mental note of it, kissing her on her thick lips in gratitude. He began to look around for his clothes as the woman continued to stare at him. "Hey lover," she said. Marc looked at her quizzically.
"I'm horny again," she pouted. Marc looked at her for a moment in silence. They laughed hysterically as he jumped onto the bed and began again to fuck her in profound blissful ecstasy.