The week passed slowly for Marc following the session with Dr. Andrea Murtaugh, and as the days dragged painfully he felt the frustration building. With the frustration came the headaches, and it seemed that no amount of alcohol or pain-killing drug would chase the ache from his skull-at best, they only dulled it. As Wednesday came and passed he set in motion his plans for the forthcoming weekend and went over his format again. It was relatively simple as plans go, but, having decided weeks in advance on this particular weekend, he wanted to be absolutely sure before taking the final step, from which there would be no return. Two women were involved, and unless he was doubly cautious the entire game could come tumbling down around his head-and Marc didn't countenance failures.
The beach house was located nearly a full mile off the coast drive, semi-secluded, the nearest neighbor was some two hundred yards north, and when Marc checked that dwelling on Wednesday evening, he was pleased to find that it looked tight, with no signs that the inhabitants were due to return any time soon. Hiking on foot from the arterial highway where he had parked his second automobile-a four-year-old Chevy, kept parked in a monthly serviced storage park-he skirted the beach house and approached it from the south. It was the ideal location for Marc's purpose, and he had come upon it quite by accident nearly three months before, while jogging the beach at five a.m. some five miles from his own apartment.
She had been standing on the sun deck, blond, like gossamer in the misty morning. Wearing a white peignoir, she looked like some mystic godess standing with hands on the railing, feet wide-spread, looking toward the ocean. Marc stopped and gazed at the woman's body beneath the shimmering white gown and he knew he had to have her. Her hair was long, falling nearly to her narrow waist, and her full naked breasts pushed the thin material out and up wards as she breathed deeply He followed the lines of her body, and as a gentle wisp of wind curled the hem of her gown about her supple leg, Marc saw
that she had no pubic hair. As he stood there transfixed, his heart pounding in his chest, the blond woman lowered her head until her chin touched her chest. Then the drapes behind her parted and a second person joined her on the sun deck At first Marc thought It was a man-but as he blinked and the form moved closer to the golden woman, he saw it was another female… tall, slender and black. She was naked. The black woman walked gracefully up behind the blond and slid her long arms about her waist, then raised them slowly until both hands cupped those beautiful Jutting breasts Marc looked in awe as the blonde turned slowly to face the naked Negress, raised her own face and accepted a long, passionate kiss as the black woman's hands slipped beneath the peignoir and cupped the naked cheeks of her ass.
Marc turned and jogged back in the direction he had come, his mind afire with the thought of having them together-a lesbian and her lover. As it turned out, however, the information he felt it was necessary to obtain before attempting to bring his fantasy to reality had been more difficult to come by than with previous victims. But, as always, his perseverance had paid dividends-now it was only a matter of hours until he would have his way with both women. He crept closer to the house he had entered on only one occasion, and as he reached the tiered steps that led from the beach to the sun deck, he paused; from the open glass doors above he heard the strains of violin music. He smiled confidently and walked beneath the stilt-raised dwelling and entered the storage shed built directly beneath the living area; here, the electrical service panels for the house were located, alongside the telephone service box Using a small penlight, Marc carefully removed the cover of the phone box and unhooked the voice-activated recorder; then he attached a tiny ear receiver with a volume booster, and the melodic strains of the classical music came to him from the living area of the house. He smiled as the subtle sounds of the two women making love came to him through the tiny listening device he had installed some two weeks before.
Satisfied, he removed the device from the box, fastened the lid, and placed the miniature tape recorder inside his jacket. Cautiously, he left the shed, walked back to the beach and looked up at the glass front of the home. I'll be back," he said softly to the surf, and took off at a slow trot up the beach.
A second stop in a quiet residential neighborhood some miles from the beach culminated the evening's activity. Back at his apartment, Marc settled in for the evening with a glass of brandy, a notebook and the tape from the beach house From it, he garnered the final bit of information he felt was necessary before making his move-and he knew it would be this weekend.
Thursday and Friday passed painfully slowly for him, and Marc found it difficult to concentrate on his work as he thought, time and time again, of the lovely blonde and her black lover. His fantasies ran wild as he envisioned them in a dozen different positions, with him orchestrating the combinations and giving the orders. Two women would not be new to him, hut the black and white combination was-as was the overt homosexual relationship they shared. The black woman's name was Jamie Cox-she was a buyer for a Hollywood firm that specialized in feminine attire, mostly custom-exotique, as it was called in the trade. The blonde's name was Marty Petersen-her occupation was that of designer for the same firm. The women had been living together for only a few weeks, Marc learned from a taped telephone conversation between Marty and a recently designated "ex" boyfriend-a fellow named Tom Louden-who was little short of insane at Marty's move to the black woman's beach house. Marc had further learned that Marty was not the first of Jamie's lovers: prior to Marty, she had lived with two other women; one in San Francisco before she had moved to Southern California, and one just be, fore Marty moved in with her. A routine credit check on the black lesbian, coupled with semi-public records, had given Marc some insight into the women he planned to take shortly: Jamie was twenty-seven, educated in the East, and came from a well-to-do Ohio professional family. Her father was an attorney, her mother a pediatrician. Marty, by contrast, was a native Californian, had attended UCLA for two years before accepting a position with a bathing-suit manufacturer as a junior designer, then had taken the new 'job only a few months before. Marty was twenty-three and came from a lower-middle-class home in San Diego, where she had lived for most of her life.
As the sun Set slowly that Friday, Marc prepared himself. He called his answering service and informed them that he would be spending the weekend in Palm Springs in the home of a friend, but would be unreachable until Sunday night or early Monday morning. Then he drove across town to the lot where he kept his second automobile, parked and locked his Porsche and checked the things he kept locked in the trunk of the Chevy His heart beat rapidly as he went over his plan one last time and the excitement he had felt for the past two days was amplified now as he realized how daring this escapade would be. It seemed that the longer he engaged in his pastime of sex through force, the more daring he became… was it a subconscious desire to be caught? He had posed that question many times in the past, and he recognized the psychosexual implications that arose from the situations he created time after time. Still, he could not quit. He was as addicted to his particular "sport" as any heroin addict to his drug, and the chance of being caught only made the chase more exciting.
Marc pulled the Chevy into the lot of the twenty-four-hour shopping center several miles south of his destination, parked and locked the vehicle, and took off at a brisk stride toward the beach, a half mile away. The beach house was dark as he approached it from the south, and he glanced at his wristwatch as he paused a hundred yards down the beach and looked both ways. The beach was clear, and he kept to the low rise of sand to his right as he approached the house. Climbing the stairs, he went directly to the north side of the house, where a walk led from the drive to the sun deck; he removed the screen from the window carefully, and in less than a minute he was inside a small guest room, the screen replaced and the window locked. Quickly, he made his way into the living room and unscrewed all the light bulbs from lamps and fixtures, then repeated the process in both baths and the three bedrooms of the home. Finally, in the kitchen, he completed his task and made his way back to the entrance hail and
opened the closet door; be pulled the ski mask over his head as a double precaution, then removed the articles he would be using shortly from inside his wind-breaker. As he waited impatiently, Marc felt his hands sweating inside the leather gloves, and he glanced repeatedly at his wristwatch as the minutes seemed to crawl one after the other, slowly, toward the appointed time when he knew the women were due to return.
Then his pulse quickened and he felt a surge of excitement go through his body as the sound of Jamie's automobile came to him from outside the house. The engine revved once, then fell silent, and Marc stepped into the closet and pulled the door closed after him. He heard voices and a light laughter as the two women entered the beach house; then he smiled as Jamie exclaimed, "Shit! The lights are out!"
Marty said something he could not hear clearly and Jamie replied, "The breakers are downstairs… I'll check them, honey. Just relax, it's no big deal… He listened closely as he heard the doors of the sun deck slide open and the woman's firm steps on the stairs outside. Cautiously, Marc opened the closet door and saw the faint outline of Marty standing near the center of the living room. His eyes had long since become accustomed to the darkness and he crept forth quietly, a wide piece of adhesive tape in his left hand. He could smell the fragrance of Marty's perfume as he crept closer, and as the sound of her breathing came to him he reached out, clamped his left hand over her mouth to press the tape tightly, and grabbed her right arm in his hand.
Much to his surprise, Marty did not struggle, attempt to cry out or try to pull away from him. She simply fainted. Quickly, he lowered her to the floor, bound her wrists at the small of her back and slipped a sleep mask over her eyes, tightening the elastic band around her golden hair.
His pulse was racing as he moved his gloved hand over her thigh, then moved it to her breasts to find her braless. He swallowed thickly and forced himself to stand away from her as he heard Jamie coming up the outside staircase again. As she pushed through the drapes, she called out, "Marty? Hey… all the breakers are okay… looks like we'll have to make do with candles until we can get someone…" Marc cut her off in mid-sentence as he reached out and slipped his forearm around her throat and grabbed her arm. "Wha… " she exclaimed, as he tightened his grip around her throat.
"Don't resist and you won't be harmed," he told her forcefully.
"Bastard!" she cursed, and brought her right foot down painfully on his instep. Wrenching free, Jamie bolted across the room as Marc released his grip for a second. He moved after her quickly and caught up to her as she stumbled in the darkness and fell sprawling across Marty's bound and gagged form in the center of the room. They fell together in a heap on the floor and Marc found himself pitted against the wiry strength of the angered black woman. He felt her try for his crotch and he winced as her knee almost made it; frantically, he pinned her arms, and as he sat astride her she closed her mouth on his thigh and bit him.
"Bitch!" he shouted, and slapped her with the back of his hand as she struggled beneath him the force of the blew stunned her momentarily and Marc rose and rolled her to her stomach. But the fight did not go out of her even after he had her hands bound securely. She thrashed around beneath him, cursing, spitting and trying to free her hands. Again he slapped her, though not as hard as the first time, and as she paused in her struggle he took hold of her face in his hand and squeezed her jaw painfully. He leaned close to her and said, "Unless you want something really ugly to happen to Marty, you'd better cool it, bitch!" With those words the woman seemed to relax, though her breath continued to come in short, angry bursts.
"What do you want?" she hissed at him as he hauled her to her feet and propelled her through the darkened house and into a corner room devoid of all furniture save a large, furry recliner that sat in the middle of the room. Forcing her down, Marc pulled a sleep mask over her eyes and looped a length of cord from her wrists to the heavy legs of the recliner, thee pulled it tight "What the fuck do you want from us?" the black woman nearly shouted.
"First, silence!" he told her sharply. "The next time you raise your voice I'll send you to a dentist!" He accentuated his words by taking hold of her face in his gloved hand and squeezing. "Second, I want your cooperation… Jamie and as he spoke her name, he heard her sharp intake of breath as she stiffened. "Anything else I want, I'll take… so you might as well get used to the idea!"
"You motherfucker!" she hissed.
Standing, Marc looked down at the woman and he smiled, "Right… I am a motherfucker… and before the night's over I'm going to be a Jamie-fucker!"
"I know who you are!" she replied sharply.
"Oh?"
"Tom… Tom Louden, you sonofabitch? I'll see your nuts in a vise if you hurt either of us-do you hear me, motherfucker?"
Marc laughed low and returned to the living room where he found Marty had regained consciousness. Carefully, he removed the tape from her mouth, and as she drew her breath deeply, he closer his mouth over hers to kiss her. She struggled ineffectually as his hands roamed over her frightened body and as their lips parted, she whimpered, "Wha… what are you going to do to us?"
Marc kissed her again softly and let his tongue play over the edges of her mouth as his gloved hand stroked her full tits beneath the thin material of her blouse. "I'm going to excite you, Marty… and I'm going to do things to you… I'm going to fuck you-eat your pussy and do things to your lover, Jamie… the three of us are going to enjoy a very interesting weekend."
"Oh…" she responded as Marc helped her to her feet and guided her to the room where her lover was bound and blindfolded. He sat her on the end of the recliner and listened as the two woman conversed as he fumbled with the light fixtures and switched one of them on. A soft red light glowed from the wall bracket and cast deep shadows beyond the couch where the two women sat.
Marc pulled the ski mask from his head and then removed his gloves. Slowly removed his clothing, and as the women heard him disrobing, they fell silent. When he was completely naked, Marc stood before the two and stroked his stiffening prick. It was apparent that Marty was the more frightened of the two, while Jamie still displayed some of the bravado she had vented earlier He moved in until his stiff prick was only a few inches from Marty's lovely face; then he reached out and stroked her blond head softly as he rubbed the head of his prick over her cheeks. She swallowed thickly but remained silent. Smiling, he pulled on his gloves again, then left the room quietly. He checked the front door, threw the lock, and hooked the security chain; then he went to the sliding glass doors, slid them shut, and locked them too. He made sure that all the drapes and shades were pulled; then he replaced the bulbs in the kitchen fixtures and found himself a bottle of twelve-year-old brandy in the cupboard. He poured a measure, downed it, then returned to the other room with the women. After he had replaced the bulbs in the bathroom nearest them, he walked into the bedroom the women shared. He found what he was looking for in the wide dresser-and he found, too, a loaded revolver. He emptied the chambers and hid the bullets beneath a pile of underwear in another drawer, then replaced the gun.
Standing before the two women he looked from one to the other as he pulled off his gloves and tossed them to the place where his clothing was piled near the door. Smiling, Marc felt his pulse increase as he reached out and hauled Jamie to her feet and removed the cord that had kept her tied to the couch. "You're going to enjoy this…" he said softly as he began unbuttoning her sheer blouse.
"Don't count on it, you bastard!" she told him hotly as she felt the waist of her blouse pulled from her tight slacks. "You'll never get away with this… never!"
In answer to her words, Marc opened her blouse fully and cupped her small, pointed tits in both his hands as he replied, "It really won't matter if I get to do all the things to you I've been dreaming of doing," and he pinched her nipples as she drew in her breath sharply. Her skin was like black velvet, and the contrast of his white hands against her dark brown body sent a new wave of excitement washing over him as he glanced down at the beautiful young blond woman sitting so near. Slowly, methodically, he unfastened tile waist of her slacks, drew down the zipper at her side and pulled the garment to her knees. Beneath, she wore a pair of white lace bikini briefs, and he saw a great mound of wiry pubic hair filling the crotch of the thin panties. Kneeling before her, he drew down her slacks, then lifted one foot after the other to remove them along with the thong sandals she wore. He gazed up at her lovely legs, long and well muscled, to the flare of her tight hips. He ran his bare hands up the backs of her legs to cup the compact cheeks of her ass, and he felt her muscles quiver as he stroked them gently through the lace material of her panties. Then he drew them down, too, and tossed them aside as he stood to face her naked body. Carefully, he took the pair of scissors he'd found in the dresser and cut up the sleeves of the woman's blouse to remove it, so that she was finally totally naked.
"Sonofabitch!" she swore, as she realized what he had done. Then she felt his warm body press to hers as his arms went around her and his stiff prick nestled in the thick hair above her pussy. A chill of fear went through her then as his hands ran from her waist to her ass and pulled her to him tightly. His mouth closed on her throat and she felt his hot, wet tongue as it traced patterns on her smooth skin while his hips ground against hers and his prick found its way between her tightly pressed legs.
"Don… don't… " she whispered hoarsely, "don't do that to me!"
"Are you afraid you might like it, Jamie?"
"Nooo!" she cried, "I… I hate you… I hate all men! All you bastards think about is sticking your prick in a cunt and blowing your nuts! You… you don't know how to please a woman-no man does!"
Marc ran his hands up her smooth back and pulled his hips back until his prick lay nestled against her warm thigh; then he lifted her face to his and kissed her softly on her pouting lips. "You've just never had a man, Jamie… because in most instances, I agree with you… most men are selfish and ignorant in that respect."
She tightened her lips as she felt his mouth on hers, then she responded with, "And I suppose you're different!"
He laughed softly as his hand moved, flat over her jutting tits and he felt her nipple stiffen slightly "I'll let you be the judge of that, Jamie…"
Marc pushed the woman down until she sat beside her lover, and he reached out to touch Marty's mouth. He ran the tips of his fingers over her lips, then moved his hand to her throat. She whimpered quietly as she felt his fingers release the fastener beneath her long blond hair, then pull down on the zipper, opening the back of her blouse. Marc hauled the frightened woman to her feet and picked up the scissors and began snipping the material of the sleeves.
"Please," she begged him as she felt the garment being cut off her trembling body, "don't hurt me God, don't hurt me!"
"You do as you're told, Marty, and no one will be hurt," Marc replied, as he snipped the final piece of material and removed the remnants of her blouse. He looked at the, blonde's jutting tits-the nipples were firm with small aureoles of a darker pink flesh. He lowered his head and licked one and then the other. Marty whimpered again as his tongue came in contact with her flesh, but she did not try to pull away from him as he sucked one of her stiffening nipples into his*arm mouth and laved it gently with, his tongue. As he sucked her tit, Marc let his hands move to the woman's waist, and he released the fabric belt that held her slacks tight above her hips. He freed the single button at her side, then pulled down the zipper before her to pull down both slacks and panties, and he gazed at her smoothly shaven pussy. Forcing her legs apart, he kissed the hairless pubic mound and let his tongue push between the folds of her pussy lips. She stiffened at his touch and Marc looked up to see a grimace on her face as he licked her pussy. Forcing her to sit on the edge of the fur-covered couch, Marc spread her knees wide and lowered his head again. As his mouth closed over her hairless cunt, the girl moaned and he sensed her breathing pattern change as he burrowed into the soft wet flesh of her cunt with his tongue. At the first sign of her responding to his caresses, Marc pulled back and stared at her-her mouth was open and she was licking her lips as she rolled her head from side to side. Her golden hair cascaded over one shoulder to cover her jutting tit, and she was squirming uncomfortably as his mouth left her cunt.
"Do you like that, Marty?" he asked softly as he ran his tongue into her ear and closed his hand about her tit. She shook her head in answer and he moved his other hand to her cunt to insert just the tip of his middle finger. "How about this, baby tell me you don't like this… " And he stroked her clit gently as she squirmed, pushing her body into his hand as though trying to force his finger more deeply into her clasping pussy.
"Ohhh… " she moaned slowly and Marc saw Jamie stiffen as she heard her lover's voice signal her rising passion.
"Leave her alone!" Jamie cried suddenly, as Marty moaned again. "Do anything you want to me, but don't stick your filthy prick in my baby!"
Marc laughed. "Hear that, Marty? She doesn't want you enjoying yourself-she wants it for herself… "
"Lying bastard!" Jamie shot back.
"Ohhh, nooo…" Marty groaned, and shoved her hips forward as Marc inserted a second finger into her wet cunt. "Don't stop… so good, feels soooo good… yes, God, yes!"
"Marty!" Jamie exclaimed. "Don't let him do it to you, baby! Please… I'm all you need… remember how it was with Tom? He hurt you-all the time he hurt you… you told me so!" she pleaded with her blond lover.
"Uhhhhnnn… you… you were wrong, Jamie… this isn't Tom-God, no… it isn't Tom!" and she sucked in her breath as Marc licked out with his tongue and touched her lips. Immediately, she responded and took his tongue into her mouth as he fingered her hairless cunt obscenely and rubbed the flat of his palm over her stiff nipples.
"Oh, Marty!" Jamie cried as she realized the woman was responding to the rapist. She struggled to stand up and moved her body against both Marty's and Marc's. Marc pulled back and saw her standing there panting, her mouth open wide as she rubbed her thick patch of pubic hair against the blonde's naked shoulder. He stood and whispered in her ear.
"Has she ever sucked your pussy?"
"No!" The woman shot back: "I… I've never let her… I was afraid… that is, I… "
Marc gathered, the lovely black lesbian into his arms and crushed his mouth over hers. As he did, he felt her hips push against him and her tongue left her mouth to enter his. He caressed the full, tight cheeks of her ass as she moaned quietly and pressed her naked body to his, her small firm tits smashed flat against his chest. As their lips parted, Marc spun her around and stood to one side as he forced Marty's head forward slightly. As her nose touched the thick, black thatch of the other woman's mons, she pulled back suddenly as though shocked and she cried out, "Nooo!"
"What's the matter, Marty?" Marc asked her, "You like to have your pretty pussy sucked, don't you?"
"That… that's different…" she blurted out, "I'm not… not a…"
"Lesbian?" he asked, and forced her head forward again. Without urging, Jamie thrust her hips into the girl's face and spread her legs. Marty struggled for a moment, but as Marc knelt beside her on the bench and his hand closed around her puffy pussy lips, the woman groaned and opened her mouth slightly as the black woman ground her hips forward into her face. Marc saw her tongue go out and touch the pink lips of Jamie's exposed pussy; she retracted it, but as Marc pushed her head forward again, she opened her mouth wide and seemed to give up all pretense of struggle. She began sucking the black woman's cunt just as he knew she would. Standing, he moved behind Jamie as she writhed under Marty's sucking mouth. He took hold of his throbbing prick and guided it between her ass cheeks and into the wet warm nest of her lower pussy. He felt Marty's tongue as he shoved forward, and as she licked the head of his prick he looked up into the antique mirror to his right. The sight of the blond girl eating the woman s cunt as he stood pressed at her naked body from behind sent a surge of excitement through him. He moved his hips slowly back and forth and felt Jamie responding to the double caress. His prick slid wetly into the fleshy channel of her pussy to be laved hotly by Marty's tongue. He slipped his arms around the black woman's body and placed one hand on the back of Marty's head; his other hand found Jamie's firm tit and he squeezed it as he felt her push back against him, then forward against the blonde's sucking mouth.
"Jesus!" Jamie exclaimed, "She… she's going to bring me off!"
"Tell her!" Marc commanded. "Tell her what to do!"
"Ughhhhnnn… Oh, baby… suck my pussy! Let me feel your tongue inside me-lick my clit, baby lick it good… Oh, yes… fuck me, you mother-fucker! Stick your prick in my cunt while she sucks me… please, God… give it to me!" and she shoved backwards with her hips in an effort to force his throbbing prick into the wet-folds of her clasping pink pussy.
But Marc had other ideas-he withheld himself and pulled back slightly as she managed to force just the head of his prick into her cunt. He rubbed his hands over her belly and tits and raised one hand to her mouth. Jamie sucked his fingers and ran her tongue over the palm of his hand as her body stiffened and she arched her back. The shudder began deep within her and as she whimpered Marc knew that her orgasm was not far away.
"Suck her cunt… lap her pussy… give her what she gives you, you little bitch… make it good for her!" he told Marty as she worked frantically at the black woman's cunt.
"Yessss!" Jamie cried out, "Gonna make it coming… Oh, God yes! I'm commmmming!". Her breath came in short, sharp rasps as the girl sucked her pussy. "Ughhhnnnn… -. Ohhhhh, God… Suck me…suck meeeee!"
Marc held her writhing body to his as she thrust her hips forward, and her hands balled into fists at the small of her back, against his stomach. As she shuddered one last time, Marc pulled her away from Marty and forced the blond girl back on the recliner. He spread her legs to either side of the narrow couch, then pulled her down until her ass was positioned just a foot from the end. He led Jamie to the end and brought her to her knees. She understood immediately and dove for the blond girl's hairless cunt.
"Ohhh!" Marty cried as Jamie closed her mouth over her cunt lips and began sucking her furiously. Marc watched, his throbbing prick standing out straight from his body, twitching of its own volition.
He looked down at Marty's full, sensuous lips and he climbed astraddle of her chest. Lifting her head, he rubbed the glistening head of his prick over her face and lips. She fought him momentarily, but as he held her head firmly in his hands she stopped and licked out experimentally with her soft, wet tongue.
The instant it touched the head of his sensitive prick, Marc felt a chill; then he shoved forward with his hips and the girl's mouth ovaled obscenely as she took half its length into her throat. She sucked him warmly, wetly as Jamie sucked her pussy from a kneeling position on the floor. Marc felt his own juices rising, but he was not about to let himself erupt so soon. The fun and games had just begun and that they were both cooperating so early was merely an added incentive to make it last. He had anticipated far more resistance than he had encountered from the lithe Negress and her response to his subtle caresses told him that he would have her begging before long. He pulled his prick out of the girl's mouth until only the head remained, and he told her, "Lick it lick it all over."
Marty obeyed, and her hot tongue swirled lavishly around the head of his swollen prick as he pulled back further and further. As he pulled his prick out all the way and it flopped from her chin to her throat, she moaned and rolled her head from side to side. Climbing off her, Marc went to Jamie and knelt behind her. The sight of her bound and blindfolded body excited him, and as he ran his hands over her smooth, black skin, a shiver of sensuous pleasure went through her. He crouched behind her and looked up at the hair-fringed pussy lips that gleamed pinkly between her dark legs. He raised his head slowly, licking her thighs, and then his mouth came in contact with her cunt lips. She shuddered slightly and moved her ass against his face in a silent gesture of submission. He tasted her juices and laved her cunt wetly with the fiat of his tongue. Raising his head slightly, he found the puckered ring of her ass-hole and he heard her gasp loudly as he took hold of the smooth, firm cheeks of her ass and pressed his thumbs to either side of that tightly clenched orifice.
He licked out with his tongue, then forced it into her ass-hole.
"Oh, God!" she cried loudly, raising her face from Marty's hairless cunt.
"Noooo!" Marty cried, "Don't stop… God, I'm almost there!"
Again, Marc forced his tongue into her ass-hole and he tasted the faintly acrid moisture gathered there. She thrust her ass backwards and into his face as he licked her wetly and moved his hands over her hips in soft caresses. Then he raised his face and. found her with her head turned to one side, lying nested atop Marty's cunt.
"Do you like that, Jamie?" he asked as he kneeled closer to her and rubbed the head of his prick between the cheeks of her ass. He reached between her legs and stroked her cunt with just the tips of his fingers.
"Ohhhh… God!" she responded. "Yes… yessss! Touch me… Rub your prick all over me… lick my ass hole… make me come… God, I've never felt this way before.. never!"
"Please!" Marty begged, and drew up her knees as Jamie rubbed her face over the girl's shaven cuntal area, "Suck me, Jamie… make me come, toot" She whimpered softly, and added, "Don't leave me hanging like this!"
Marc leaned forward and whispered softly into the Negress's ear, "You've got. her begging, baby bring her right up to the edge, but don't let her make it… inst lick her clit until she screams!"
Jamie turned her face and licked out with her long, soft tongue. It parted the folds of the blond girl's pussy lips and Marc saw in the diffuse red light, the erect nub of flesh hiding there. It seemed to be palpitating as the woman writhed beneath the black woman's teasing tongue and lips. The scene was so totally erotic that Marc knew he would not be able to hold back once he shoved his prick inside either of the women, and he wasn't yet ready to end their first game He moved back and bent over again to stick his head between Jamie's soft thighs, and he licked the entire length of her pussy and continued back to her ass-hole as she moaned and teased Marty with deft flicks of her tongue and soft nibbles with her teeth. As he licked her ass-hole, he reached up and inserted his middle finger in her tight cunt and forced his thumb into her rectum He watched as the muscle clenched and seemed to tuck inward as he forced more and more of his thumb up her ass. She moaned loudly as he withdrew it and it made an obscene popping sound as the sphincter closed Kneeling again, behind the black woman, he rubbed the head of his prick between her legs, then looked down as his throbbing member rested between the cheeks of her velvet ass. He let a gob of spit drop to her ass-hole, and as it ran into the pinched crevice he worked the head of his prick into her. It was so tight, Marc felt it pinching like a hot mouth on the flesh of his prick. He took hold of her hips and forced entry to the second ring of muscle and paused, not wanting to hurt the woman. But as he paused, running his hands over her ass and hips, Jamie suddenly shoved backwards and let out a loud cry as she forced the length of his prick into her hot ass-hole.
"Arghhhhh Ughhhhnnnn… God… Oh, my God!" she wailed, and felt herself filled with his throbbing prick. Then she began to rotate her hips as Marc withdrew his prick until just the head of it remained inside her. She gasped for breath as she buried her face in Marty's wide-spread-pussy and the sounds of her sucking mouth came to Marc loudly as he thrust forward again and felt his balls slap the backs of her satin thighs. "Ughhhnnn… fuck me!" she moaned, "Fuck me there… fuck me in the ass!"
Marty heard her and cried, "Jamie! What what's he doing to you, baby?" and she raised her blindfolded head off the couch as Jamie's mouth left her cunt again.
"Tell her!" Marc commanded.
"Oh, God… Oh, Jesus, baby! He… he's fucking me in the ass… his prick is inside me… all the way up my ass-hole! It… It's heavenly! I've never… Ughhhnnn… God, I've never been fucked there before… fuck me…fuck me you motherfucker!" she wailed.
Marc clasped her hips tightly and as she thrashed beneath his thrusting prick he leaned over her and filled his hands with her firm tits. The nipples were as stiff as fingers, and as he cupped them she writhed even more frantically in an effort to get even more of his prick up her ass. Marty whimpered and scooted down, then Jamie returned to her cunt and the girl sobbed loudly.
"Oh, Jamie… yessss… stick your tongue in… lick me… God, I'm going to come… don't stop now, baby… please… let me come!"
Marc saw the blond woman as she raised her legs lewdly and spread them for her lover. He saw her naked cunt as Jamie closed her mouth over it again and sucked in the puffed ups of her pussy. As he stroked her deeply in the ass, he felt his own juices rising, and as the sensation built and began to wash through his legs, he pulled his prick out suddenly.
"Noooo!" Jamie cried as he left her empty. "Don't stop-come in me-shoot off in my ass-hole!"
Standing, Marc lifted the black woman to her feet and she fell against his sweating body and sobbed loudly. He raised her face and kissed her and Jamie returned his kiss passionately, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she ground her pelvis against his stiff prick. As their mouths parted, Marc fondled the cheeks of her ass and asked, "Am I just out to pleasure myself, Jamie?"
"No, no… God, noooo!" she cried, and sought his mouth again as her chest heaved.
"Sit on her face, Jamie," he told her in low tones, "let her bring you off m going to fuck her in the ass while she eats your pussy!"
"Yesss!" the black woman cried and allowed herself to be positioned over her blond lover, facing Marc. She lowered herself down, and as Marty realized what was happening, she arched her neck and opened her mouth just as the dark patch of pubic hair covered her face. "Ohhh… baby, suck it… suck your momma's pussy! Yesss!" she said, and writhed atop the woman's face as she ground her cunt obscenely against her mouth.
Marc went to the end of the couch and lifted Marty's legs until they pointed straight up; then he slid into her and propped her leg's over his shoulders. He looked down at her shaved cuntal area and saw, just below, the darker pink flesh of her puckered ass-hole. Hunching forward, he pressed the head of his prick against the tight anal ring and he heard the blond woman groan loudly as he entered her. He watched her ass-hole flower open to accept his throbbing prick, and the flesh of the outer ring was pushed inward as he shoved forward again.
"Ughhhhnnn!" she groaned; as she felt her virgin ass-hole being filled with -the man's prick She bad listened as Jamie had begged him to fuck her there, and with her passion at its peak she, too, longed for a man's prick. Now she had it, and as she felt the second ring of muscle stretch open, she moaned loudly and filled her sucking mouth with Jamie's cunt. She had wanted to do this for so long, she thought as Jamie ground her hips and she found the black woman's clit with her tongue-she felt so totally obscene that all her prior inhibitions were dissolved as waves of sensuous pleasure washed over her body. She longed to take hold of Jamie's small tits and her ass, but bound as she was she could only want. She felt the prick withdrawn then from her ass-hole and she felt as though she were actually having a bowel movement. Then she was filled again and the first pain she had experienced upon entry passed. She felt the man's bands on her tits as she bent her legs backwards and forced more of his throbbing prick into her ass-hole.
Marc shoved his prick deep into the blond girl's ass-hole and felt her wiggle beneath his thrust. He took one hand from her tit and moved it down the supple plane of her belly until his thumb found the hairless folds of her pussy. He stroked her turgid clit until she lifted her hips from the couch and attempted to force his thumb into her cunt. He sat still as a sudden wave of sensation passed over him, and he looked up to see Jamie with her teeth bared, her back arched and quivering as Marty sucked her furiously. He reached around Marty's legs and pulled the black woman forward, and as his mouth found hers he felt her body stiffen and she cried out as the first wave of orgasm washed over her.
"Iiiieeeee… Ohhhhh… God… Jesus, God… suck me… I'm… ughhhhnnn… I'm coming… coming… Commmmmihnnnggg!" and she sucked Marc's tongue into her hot mouth as she shuddered violently atop her lover's face.
At that moment, Marc felt Marty's body go rigid and he thumbed her clit even faster as she, too, shuddered and gave out a muffled cry, her mouth filled with Jamie's hot juices. "Yufff… Ohhhh, yufff… commmming… Oh… Oh…ohhhhhh!" Her legs flexed about his shoulders and she raised her lower body from the bench to bury his prick deeply in her clasping ass-hole. As her tremors passed, Marc fought the desire that had been building in him since he first stuck his prick into Jamie's clasping ass-hole Now, as the wave came again and Jamie collapsed forward, her head on Marty's heaving belly, he felt the first of his juices boil up, and as the hot semen burned his prick he pulled it out of the woman's ass-hole and shoved his prick forward to nest in the folds of her naked pussy. He erupted violently and sent a great gob of hot come splashing onto the girl's belly and Jamie's face. She felt it hit her lips and she groaned loudly as she opened her mouth and a second glob splashed against her face. Marc took hold of her head and shoved his spurting prick forward. Without hesitation, the Negree took the head of his gushing prick into her mouth and swallowed as he poured forth his juices. Gently, he stroked in and out of her hot, sucking mouth as she milked the last drops of come from his swollen prick, and as the contractions passed and she continued to lick and suck, he felt a sudden warmth for the lesbian. He lifted her sweating face from Marty's belly and kissed her softly on the lips. He forced his tongue into her mouth and tasted his own semen as she swirled her tongue around his and sobbed as her body returned to normal and she became aware that she was being kissed by a man.
"You… you're too much!" she exclaimed as their lips parted. "Just too fucking much!"
"Ohhhh… God… I can't breathe Marty moaned, her face still covered with Jamie's hot crotch, dripping now with her vaginal juices.
Marc smiled and kissed her again, "You're not too bad, yourself, Lady… " and he stood to help Jamie off Marty's body.
"Drink… need a drink…" Marty mumbled, as Jamie slid to the floor beside the recliner.
"God… me, too!" the black woman muttered. "Cold… something cold… wine in the refrigerator…"
Marc looked down at their bodies, glistening now with sweat in the diffuse red light, and he smiled. "At your service, Ladies… at your service," and he pulled on his gloves before leaving the room.