That fatuous smile. He knew he was grinning like an idiot but couldn't help it. Ridiculous, Boyd thought, bringing the roach to his lips and taking a last puff before he reached out and dropped the stick of pot, so short now that it felt hot to his fingers, into the ash tray at the center of the table.
It was nice, though. He had to admit that the effect was pleasant. His body was so light, so buoyant. He closed his eyes. Faith's voice came to him from afar. A schoolgirl giggle. She was happy. It was good. He wanted her to be happy, just as he was.
How strange. How fantastically odd. Liquid… he was turning into liquid. It was a pleasant sensation. He sighed and let it come. The chair would no longer contain him. All the bones in his body were gone now. Somehow the fluid managed to retain a resemblance of Boyd Dunston, and clung together in a slushy whole.
With no bones to support the oozy mass his body had become, he began to slip from the chair. Like the cartoon cat who is thrown against the fence and flows liquidlike down onto the ground, Boyd felt himself flowing out of the chair. How smooth, how graceful it was. Very slowly he flowed from the chair in utter contentment. His feet stopped under the center of the table. They refused to go any farther, and began to dissolve and puddle. His legs also puddled at that point and joined his now completely fluid feet.
His buttocks passed over the edge of the chair painlessly, flowed easily down onto the floor and were sucked into the puddle he was becoming. Spineless and flexible, his torso slithered snakelike out of the chair and slurped into the liquid mass on the floor. The carpet began to absorb him, his fluid self soaking into the fabric and spreading like ink dropped onto a blotter, fusing with it, becoming a stain, a permanent part of the carpet.
Panic gripped him. His head was still on the chair, balanced precariously on the edge of the seat and separated from the rest of his rapidly disappearing body. The head wanted to dive off the chair and into the fluid that was his body, to become a part of the stain on Lucia's carpet, to remain there forever and feel bliss again and again as Lucia walked over the spot. The head floundered, could not make it, was left behind.
Groaning aloud at the unbearable separation, Boyd jerked open his eyes. He blinked. He was back sitting in the chair. The others were still at the table, grinning at him, giggling. He hadn't turned to fluid at all! It had seemed so real, so real!
Looking from one face to the next, his gaze moved around the table. Lucia sat beside him. Her eyes danced with evil, an awesome and beautiful thing to behold. Bess looked bored. Piss on Bess. Tanya, licking her lips and smiling at him. Lovely. Tanya, exotic Tanya. Dirk, masterful and confident, with his arm about Faith's naked shoulders, his hand cupping her tit. Faith, sighing as she rubbed her neck against Dirk's leather-covered arm, smiling and looking Boyd in the eye. Buck, big black Buck, the jolly black giant. Faith's arm dangled across Buck. Her hand was moving in his lap. Then Harold. Fat Harold, devouring Boyd with his eyes, as if he knew Boyd would soon be his.
Lucia got to her feet. "I think we're all in the mood to see a little exhibition, now. Clear the table, Bess."
The bored expression melted from Bess' face. She jumped to her feet and picked a tray off the floor beside her chair. Moving around the table, she picked up each glass and put it on the tray. Harold's pudgy hand patted affectionately at her butt.
"Stop it, Harold!" she snapped. "I'm really not your type, am I? What's the matter? Boyd got you so worked up that all rumps look alike to you?" She laughed, turning her head back to throw him a mocking look. Then she jerked her body quickly, her swaying tit splatting resoundingly into Harold's face. She picked up the tray, backing away from the table and laughing uproariously.
"Okay, Tanya," Lucia said with a grin. "Feed Faith and Boyd some of that sweet chocolate box."
Her eyes gleaming in anticipation, Tanya stood and ripped off her skimpy sarong. One brown foot came onto her chair, then the other. Careful not to tip the table, Tanya placed one foot at its center and then stepped up. Looking from first Boyd to Faith, then back again, she stroked sensually at her upper thighs and lower belly. Her hand cupped over her cunt and pressed, her eyes closing for a second as she savored the moment.
With her eyes still closed, Tanya asked, "Which one first, Lucia? The Southern gentleman, or his lily white lady?"
Fascinated, Boyd watched as Tanya turned toward him and slowly sank her middle finger up into her pussy. It came back out just as slowly, glistening now with a coating of her slippery, clear fluid. Again she inserted the finger into herself, this time cooing Boyd's name as it disappeared.
"The Southern gentleman's too eager," Lucia chuckled. "See how he's licking his lips? Feed his lady first. Faith has never tasted cunt, have you, baby," Lucia asked, turning to see Faith's reaction.
The sight made Lucia howl with glee. There sat Faith, her face clearly showing terror at the prospect of putting her mouth to the Negress' crotch. She shook her head and tried to rise. She couldn't get to her feet. Every time she got her butt off the chair, it plopped right back down. But her hands were under the table, one wrapped tightly around Dirk's hard cock, the other gripping Buck, as far as possible. She could not or would not release their organs, even as Tanya knelt and struck her cunt-slick finger into Faith's open mouth.
"Lick it clean, Scarlet," Tanya taunted, twisting and wiping her finger on Faith's tongue.
"Noo," Faith moaned, jerking her head to the side. Both her hands came from under the table and shoved at Tanya's hand.
Everyone thought it was funny. Even Boyd couldn't restrain himself from joining in the loud burst of laughter.
"Hold her," Lucia hissed.
Buck and Dirk stifled their heehaws and each took one of Faith's upper arms, sitting her firmly back down into her seat. They held her there as Lucia came around the table and stopped directly behind Faith's chair.
"Pretty girl… pretty girl," Lucia murmured, stroking the palm of her right hand over the back of Faith's head. "I could come to love you, Faith. I may take you away from Boyd completely and let you live with Dirk and me. You can sleep in the middle. We'll both make love to you every night. Would you like that, baby? Would you?"
"NO!" Faith screamed. "You're insane… completely insane!"
Fingers gripped into Faith's hair and jerked her head roughly back until she was staring up at the ceiling. Lucia's face came over her, a wicked smile playing at her lips.
"We'll see, baby," Lucia said, "we'll see. You're made for sex. Before this party is over you'll find that out. We're gonna turn you on, doll. All the way on!"
The smile faded from Lucia's mouth. Her tongue licked at her parting lips, moistening them as her face descended closer and closer to Faith's.
Unable to move anything but her legs, Faith watched wide-eyed as Lucia's moist, red lips came ever closer to her mouth. The tip of her pink tongue licked nervously at her own lips. Lucia meant to kiss her, Faith realized. Lust glittered in Lucia's half-closed eyes as Faith looked pleadingly up into them. "No, Lucia… no please don't," Faith asked timorously.
Lucia ignored her pleas. She brought her lips lightly into contact with Faith's, rubbing gently from side to side, brushing Faith's lips with her own. "Yes, Faith… oh, yes, baby," she whispered, her lips flitting in a butterfly-like caress as she formed the words with her mouth against Faith's.
Then Lucia could stand it no more. She groaned aloud and opened her mouth wide, covering Faith's mouth entirely with her lips. Her hand shot up and fingers pressed at Faith's chin until her mouth came open. Lucia jabbed in with her tongue, tasting the sweetness of Faith's oral cavity. She licked at Faith's tongue, the walls of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, sighing all the while and rocking her face with her eyes clamped tightly shut.
At first Faith remained passive. There was nothing she could do to prevent what was happening to her. But she didn't have to like it, and was determined to show no response whatsoever. It was perverted for one woman to kiss another like Lucia was kissing her. It was wicked, unnatural. She shut her eyes to it.
The tongue kept at her, caressing her tongue, her cheeks, darting about inside her mouth, the face rocked on above her, soft and velvety. Lucia's perfume caught in her nostrils as she drew in a breath. Soft lips, soft face, erotic scent, small darting tongue that continually caressed the inside of her mouth. Perverted? Was it really? Yes. But nice… nice.
Suddenly Faith's tongue began to answer Lucia's. She licked back at it, at the rough top, at the smooth, silky undersurface. It was good, a sweet tongue, pleasant to the taste. A tremor passed through her body. How thrilling it was to kiss Lucia! She wanted more of her… more. A guttural moan coming up from her throat, Faith formed her lips around Lucia's tongue and sucked harshly. She drew it deeper into her now willing mouth, caressing it, loving it. She had it all now. The tip of her tongue played back and forth at the frenum under the base of Lucia's. The tip of Lucia's tongue licked at the back of her throat. How wonderful to be kissed by Lucia. As far as Faith was concerned, it could go on forever.
Then it was ending. Lucia was pulling her mouth away. Faith groaned a protest as Lucia's tongue slipped out of her mouth. She opened her eyes. Lucia was smiling down at her. "Again," Faith pleaded. "Kiss me again."
Lucia dropped her head and planted several little pecks over Faith's face. "See, baby? I know more about you than you know about yourself. I'll love you some more later. It's time for bigger and better things, now."
The clutching fingers released her hair and Faith felt her head being pushed upright again. Her chair was jerked back from the table a little way. Lucia's hands came to her head again, pushing it forward and down toward the table.
"Now, Tanya," Lucia urged. "Feed her, now."
Tanya was on her back. She scooted out till her ass hung at the edge of the table. Her feet braced beside her brown buttocks for a second, then she changed her mind and drew up her thighs against her chest.
Faith watched the dark cunt lips relax and open as Tanya settled into a final knee-to-chest position. Red-tipped brown fingers stroked around each side of the brown ass. The fingertips hooked dark outer lips and pulled open Tanya's cunt as Faith's face was being pushed against it. For a fleeting second the inside of Tanya's cunt was visible. It was blood engorged and red-looking, just like a white woman's when she's sexually aroused. It startled Faith. Somehow she'd expected it to be black on the inside, too.
It covered her mouth and nose, feeling all warm and moist and slippery. She'd expected to get sick at her stomach with the first contact. To her surprise, Faith found it pleasant rather than sickening. Tanya's organs were not at all dirty or foul smelling. She liked the aroma. It was a musky, womany smell. She liked the feel of such softness covering her mouth. Her tongue went out gingerly, lapping up inside Tanya to explore the taste.
Lucia pulled Faith's head away from Tanya's cunt. Looking down into her eyes, she asked, "Well?"
"Turn me loose," Faith requested softly.
Immediately Lucia let go of her head. "Hands off, boys," she told Dirk and Buck. "I think Faith's ready to join the party all the way now."
The restraining male hands fell away. Faith made no effort to rise from her chair. She gazed hotly into Tanya's pussy, her hands coming up to reach out and touch it. Her left hand stroking lovingly at Tanya's upraised thigh, she traced up and down the dark slit with the fingertips of her right. Such perfect smoothness! Tanya was every bit as delicious feeling as Faith was herself. Often she had wished she could bend her back enough to kiss her own pussy. She'd tried, but it'd proved impossible.
Now here was Tanya, beautiful from head to toe, with her pussy right in Faith's face and just begging to be kissed. It seemed so natural. Faith sighed and leaned forward. Pursing her lips and closing her eyes, she planted a tender kiss in the very center of Tanya's lovely brown cunt. With the fingers of both hands, Faith pulled open the soft cunt lips. She stuck in her nose and inhaled. There was nothing chocolaty about Tanya's smell. It was woman scent – heady, exciting, scrumptious!
Her hands trembling with eagerness, Faith cupped Tanya's hips and moved her mouth into position. She whimpered, then opened her mouth and covered the dark pussy completely. It was the most thrilling thing Faith had ever done. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Her pulse pounded at her temples. Not content with tasting Tanya's outer cunt alone, Faith extended her tongue slowly up the girl's vagina.
The secretions from the vaginal wells collected on Faith's taste buds. How sweet! How utterly delicious! She probed up the dark, velvety tunnel until her tongue felt chafed by the sharp edges of her lower teeth. When her taste organ could reach no farther, Faith licked around and around, lapping at Tanya's insides until she had to swallow.
"Ohh, baby… baby," Tanya sighed, as Faith pulled her mouth away and swallowed the cunt juice. "That was divine!"
Looking up into Tanya's face, Faith licked at her lips and smiled. "Oh, yess," she agreed. "It was!"
"Love me some more… just like you did," Tanya urged hotly.
It was exactly what Faith had in mind. She bent her head and brought her mouth back to Tanya's saliva-wet vulva. Her tongue lashed out and eagerly licked up between the slick cunt lips. She found Tanya's excited clitoris at the top folds of her opening and flicked it back and forth with the tip of her tongue. The inner lips came next. She licked all around the sensitive elliptical hole, not giving a damn if what she was doing might be considered perverted or not.
"Well, Boyd? What do you think of that?" Lucia asked.
A grunt was his only answer. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Once, on pass down in Mexico, he had seen two women make this kind of love. But they had gone about it so businesslike, so matter-of-factly. But this was his wife! And she was not just pretending, she was putting her all into the lewd act. Faith was passionate as hell. Tanya, too. Both of them were totally absorbed in what they were doing, loving every minute of it!
Boyd sat there trembling, watching as Faith's hands stroked the heaving brown belly. White fingers found brown tits, closed around them, squeezed urgently. Then Faith began massaging Tanya's breasts as her mouth worked incessantly down her cunt. Soon Tanya was moaning constantly and writhing about on the table, with Faith's mouth and hands following and fondling, seemingly anticipating every move.
Tanya never yelled out or announced her orgasm, but it was plain for all to see. Her face contorted first, her eyes clamping shut and her lips drawing back over her teeth. Then her breathing turned to gasps and sighs. Her body began to tremble and tense. Then, all in one movement, her hands gripped into fists, she threw back her head and elevated her shoulders from the table, her legs flopped down around Faith's head and locked her pleasure-giving mouth tightly to her cunt, her stomach muscles began rippling spasmodically, and her breathing sounded like someone dying of asthma. She shuddered and gasped at the end, then collapsed like a soggy hunk of bread.
As soon as Tanya's legs fell away from Faith's head, Lucia urged her up and took her into her arms. "Turn her around and let Boyd eat her before she cools down," she said to Dirk, talking over Faith's shoulder. Then she hugged Faith to her and kissed her cunt-slick mouth without bothering to wipe off Tanya's juice.
Faith was ready for anything. She eagerly took Lucia's probing tongue into her mouth and sucked it. It seemed so natural to put her arms around the woman and return her embrace. Their tits mashed together. The leather bra felt cool and strange as it pressed against her. But it was nice, caressing. Hazily Faith recalled Lucia telling her that she loved the feel of leather on her bare skin. She'd have to try it herself. The skirt rubbed against her bare stomach. Oh yes… a leather outfit was definitely the next item on her wardrobe list!
"Trouble here," Bess called. "Boyd doesn't want to eat cunt."
Lucia patted Faith affectionately on the bare ass, then left and went around the table. She got two quirts out and gave one to Bess. Both women began thrashing at Boyd with the quirts, Lucia all the while demanding that he go down on Tanya. In less than a minute he saw it her way and was hurrying to put his head between the Negress' widespread thighs. He went at it with gusto, licking and slurping as if it was the best tasting thing in the whole world.
"You see that he keeps at it till Tanya hollers uncle," Lucia admonished Bess.
Harold came up behind Boyd and stood behind his chair. The sultan's costume was now discarded. He had a tube of surgical jelly in one hand and his stiff dick in the other. He looked imploringly at Lucia.
"Dirk," Lucia said, nodding to Harold, "you and Buck pull Tanya part way across the table. Bess, see that Boyd keeps his mouth on her cunt."