It took Arnie and Duke McGee a good two days to recover from their adventure in Swedish orgy. The girls had been willing to pump and grind all night long. They'd each of the Texans fucked as long and as hard as they could, and only Duke, barely, managed to fuck all four of the women. Or at least that's what he said the next day. Arnie had his doubts about it, but they figured they'd find out for sure when they met the next night with Mona and Tilda.
"O.k.," asked Duke right off, "you tell us: who fucked you all two night ago?" They were in the hotel room, as usual, and as planned.
"Well," said Mona, slipping out of her skirt, "I think that you fucked three of us, Duke, and that-"
"And Arnie," continued Tilda, "screwed the other three of us."
"Now wait a second," said Arnie, taking off his ten gallon hat and starting with his belt buckle, "there were only four whores here the other night, not six."
Duke started to undress. "What she's trying to say is that we each fucked three different whores, but there had to be some doubling up. Boy, we sure were drunk." He slipped out of his trousers and clapped his hands. "Come on girls, we ain't got all night here."
Neither of the hookers had begun to undress. "What's the matter?" Arnie asked. "Chop, chop."
Mona unhooked Tilda's dress, and vice versa. Soon both of the prostitutes were naked. They sat on the beds waiting for the men to catch up. Once Arnie had put his clothes aside he leapt onto the bed with Tilda. "I want to eat some of that delicious Swedish pie," he told her rubbing his hands along her thighs. "I want to get some of that hairy pussy in my face, baby." She stretched out on the bed. Her long supple thighs, her sweet cherry nipples, and her quick blue eyes and luscious tongue all of this was ready for any sex that Arnie might have had in mind. He leaned down between Tilda's open blonde loins and punched her beaver with his tongue. She whistled in astonishment that he was so easily able to locate her clitoris. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," said Arnie. "I'm hot tonight." He lobbed his tongue in and out of her neat slit. His mouth muscle curled around her clitoris and flicked it. Back and forth the flesh piece slid, gently bouncing with each new tongue stroke. Juice dripped slowly out of her formerly dry twat.
Meanwhile, Duke McGee had gone to work on Mona. Or vice-versa, anyhow. Mona had her hands, those long boney black fingers of hers, wrapped around the base of Duke's hog. She fiddled with the pieces of cartilage that made up the hefty flesh stock's support system. She rubbed her tongue along the shaft, and soon she was sucking away with her mouth around the mushroom cap. If she concentrated on any particular spot on his dick, it was the red spongy tip. Her slimy mouth muscle rubbed and caressed the mushroom crown, working a fresh lather up around the head of the bone, helping the erection toward perfection. °Mmmm," she hummed, doing everything she could to insure a hot bone, "mmmmm." The vibrations stimulated Duke's testicles. Chills followed the direction of the vibrations, curled around his nuts and went up along his spine. When the shiver arrived in his brain, Duke shouted: "Holy shit! Look at tar baby work out!!"
He reached his hands to her head and worked her face back and forth across his stick. Her lips slipped on and off of his rod. Soon, without even trying, Duke had the biggest boner yet. He was ready to go wailing, wherever he could, in the black woman's body. "Come on, Momma Mona," he grunted, "roll over and show me a hole."
Mona understood perfectly. She lifted her face from between his legs and out of his hands. She pressed her mouth to his and Frenched him. Her tongue and his caressed each other. The lithe and slippery mouth muscle of the African whore rubbed smoothly across the Texan's fat mouth muscle. She pushed him back wards so that she could work on his entire body. He landed on his back with a lovely black woman rubbing her cunt on his dick, rubbing her tits on his chest, her hands around his butt. Her long kneading fingers worked the hot ass cheeks, and her sweet wet pussy rolled up and down and across his joint. Soon she opened her pussy and used the juice to lubricate Duke's cock. She rubbed her body on his, enough so that he was getting a great deal of stimulation without doing anything himself. The whore knew her trade well, and she was only too happy to share the benefits with whomever was willing to pay.
"Come on," said Duke, reaching around to feel her buttocks. "Let me have some of that cunt meat now." He massaged her ass cheeks, rubbed lightly with his palms, and then he pushed on her hips with both hands. She rose up over his hog. She reached under, between her legs, and with one hand spread the lips surrounding her vagina and with the directed his prick, into the sap producing hole. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted as the long flesh pole wormed up into her cunt.
"Yeah," sighed Duke, reaching up and grabbing her breasts, "that's the way to rub my Texas dick. Now you're talking." He held onto the black boobs and squeezed them. He rubbed the cherry brown nipples and the silver-dollar caps. He tweaked them and moved down to take big handfuls of the smooth titties. "Mmmm," 8he hummed, continuing to roll on his erect phallus, "your meat is especially big today, Mr. Duke."
"Yeah," said Duke. "Very big because you got such wonderful boobs and such fine soft titties. Big because your cunt is so greasy, tar baby. You got everything nice that a big oil millionaire Texan like me wants. You understand."
"Very much," said Mona. "I understand well." She reached down and rubbed her hands into his chest. She worked the muscles in his shoulders and the smooth flesh of his belly. She reached for his hips and adjusted her slippery box on his meaty phallus. When she came down again the fit was even tighter. She worked her pussy back and forth, up and down, around his joint to be sure that there was no portion of fat phallus unused. It was an especially nice thrill for them both. "Uuuuuhhh," she moaned from time to tune as the meat drilled high in her twat. "I love the feel of your Texas hog in my cunt, Mr. Duke."
"Good," said Duke McGee. "Good for you." He crammed up high in her black honey well, searched in there with his flesh quill for fresh slimy ink. "Mmmm," he hummed back to her when he found lots of juice and plenty of muscle power working his mushroom head, "that's the way I like it, tar baby. You keep that up and I'll give you extra money tonight." He continued to fuck her while laying on his back.
Under the constant rubbing of Arnie's tongue, Tilda's cunt had begun to seethe with gush. She rolled her willing twat across his mouth, accepting every slurp of his tongue. She juiced profusely, especially when her clitoris received adequate, if not better than average, tongue stimulation. Soon, however, Arnie grew bored with merely a Swedish pie. He wanted a Swedish blow job to go along with it. So he had Tilda spread her beautiful long body under his. He lay down across.her smooth flesh and filled her twat with all the tongue she could possibly use. And Tilda, as was expected, wrapped her lips around his joint. She pressed her tongue into his rod, rolled it up and down, and soon she had his balls and his dick covered with juicy saliva. She used her tongue the way a painter might use a brush for doing background work: wildly, long strokes. filled with plenty of saliva to coat the entire area. She worked and sucked and licked to make sure that Arnie got the kind of header she knew he wanted.
"That's it!" he hollered, quite satisfied with the work on his joint. "You got me going now, Tilda, honey. You just keep that up and we'll be well on our way to heaven in no time at all!!" He began swaying his hips. He bounced his cock in and out of her face. His mushroom head slipped with a slight tug on every stroke to and from her lips. He banged her face the same way he would have fucked a hot wet cunt. He used her mouth to penetrate with. He jammed her hard and long, gave her a good helping of his jumbo-sized meat. There wasn't much she could do to resist the fierce piercing in her face. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted as the thrusts doubled up, hitting one after another in her mouth. "Oooohh, aahhhh." She breathed between long sloppy licks at the jamming organ.
"Just another minute or two more," said Arnie, talking into her wet pussy. "You just let me get another feel of your legs and your cunt, and just a little more banging in your face, and… " But all of that was unnecessary.
Because in the next shot to Tilda's mouth, Arnie began to juice and sprayed his come all around Tilda's face. -He squirted her in the forehead and along her shoulder, and some of his jism managed to make it down her throat, but only by accident. He'd started jerking and twisting his hips so violently that it was nearly impossible for the hooker to keep track of his phallus. But the ride was no less good, for all of that, for Arnie. He moaned and groaned and grunted in her cunt as he spread semen juice all over the Swedish girl's young, supple face and chest. When he was done he rolled out from between her long, soft blonde legs and stroked her cunt with his middle digit. "You know," he said simply, "this is one hell of a pussy here, and you give a fine header, Tilda. Really fine."
Duke McGee was similarly involved with Mona. He had his giant Texas hog deep in her cunt, only instead of her being on his waist, sitting on his meat, he had her on hands and knees. His powerful stroking action originated behind her legs and thrust up under her pelvis into the meaty slot. The pubic hairs rubbed at the side of his joint adding special sensation to the fuck. "I love screwing you, tar baby," he told Mona. "It gives me the kind of fuck I should have been getting all my life. I don't know what exactly it is, baby doll," he moaned between strokes, "but your cunt is something all together different than anything I ever found in Texas. I fucked a lot of whores there, too. I fucked Mexican whores and Spanish women, and I screwed my brains out with a lot of number one Indian ladies, too. None of ‘em compare to the fuck you been handing me these days here in Stockholm."
"I feel the same about you," grunted the black hooker. "I mean this has been a very pleasant week for Tilda and I."
"Good," said Texas Duke McGee, sloshing his cock again and again in the young woman's pussy. "That's good, ‘cause I am going to see you get properly rewarded for all you been doing for me any my buddy, Arnie." With that he pulled his hog out of her wet cunt and slipped it up along her ass cheeks.
"What now?" asked Mona, shaking her butt.
"I just want to get another quick feel of these soft moons, honey. That's all." He rubbed his pecker along her ass cheeks. He enjoyed the slide between the slippery walls of her butt. Then he started working his way down, holding the whore's butt open. He used his palms to massage the ass cheeks apart. He rubbed his phallus up and down on the crack. Finally, pulling the sphincter open with one finger, he decided it was time to enter. "You get ready, black Mona. I'm gonna give you the old American shove in the asshole, honey. You smile right nice so you can enjoy every minute of it, tar baby." With that he jammed his huge Texas prick right down her shit tube. He didn't give her much warning, really, just shot down the tube with a big toothy grin on his face, filling the whore's butt with his hot greasy hog. He reached around in front and took hold of her pussy with both hands. He located her clit and scrubbed it with his fingers. He pushed it like he would have popped a pimple, from both sides. The thing went sliding back and forth between his needling fingers. Soon he shot a finger all the way up the front entrance to her body. He reached his other hand up front to her face and stuffed her mouth with his long boney finger. She sucked on his digit, rolled her cunt on his finger, and kept her butt swaying back and forth with his big white dick buried in there. "Mmmm, good!" hummed Duke McGee. "I got ‘myself a nice piece of ass going here. Ain't gonna be able to get no one, no how to believe this luscious story. How they gonna believe us when we get home to Dallas, Arnie? You think we should take pictures or something?"
"No way, no how," said Arnie, his head still in Tilda's lap, "do I want pictures of this shit. You know what my wife would do if she even for a minute thought I wasn't here on business? If she had any idea at all that I was out rompin' it up with a Swedish twat and an African Princess?"
"Yeah," said Duke, his pecker still firmly lodged up Mona's asshole, "I suppose you're right. It might be beat just to fuck these babies and forget ‘em."
"For sure!" said Arnie. "Call it fuck and dumb fuck at that, and then get rid of ‘em forever. Course, you and I can get mighty drunk every now and then and talk about the good old days in Sweden, eh?"
"There we go," said Duke McGee. He wasn't referring to the idea of pictures. He was talking about the sweet, warm chills that were passing up and down his boner as he ejaculated into Mona's shit rump. "Mmmm," he grunted. "So very nice, baby doll. Just right."
He yanked his rod out of Mona's smooth cheeks. "Take a look at that," he directed her. She leaned down and inspected the meat. "So?" she asked. "So suck it," said Duke. He grabbed her head and forced her mouth down to his pecker. So suck it right up and make sure it's good and clean when you're all done." He let loose of her head.
She went about the job of eating off every bit of juice and jism on his rod. She sucked him clean as a whistle. Soon he was bouncing high with a new erection again. "Look at that thing go," he said with enthusiasm. "She makes me hard in a couple of seconds."
He pushed her down on the bed and rubbed his wet, saliva coated phallus from side to side along her legs. He worked up to her titties and banged away for a quick feel of her smooth chest. Soon he pressed both of the big boobs from the side against his rod. He worked the soft mammaries into the shaft of his joint. He pressed the head, using his hand, against her nipples. Then he pressed the same hog area against her chin. She sucked the meat into her mouth and pressed her tongue across it, just to make sure he was getting the right kind of stimulation just about everywhere. "Oooh," she moaned after he pulled his slopping joint out of her face, "I love to suck you."
"Yeah, sure," said Duke. "Good." He rubbed the hot pecker along her face and into her cheeks. He went down along her shoulders and returned to her breasts. He loved the sight of his pink greasy hog rubbing against her smooth black flesh. He could feel her soft nipples hitting his nuts or rubbing against the underside of his joint. It made him happy to know that he'd paid his money and taken his choice in this manner. He was getting the kind of hot sucking and fucking and rubbing that he'd wanted since the day he left Texas two weeks before. He was getting his real Swedish vacation, the kind, of two weeks that he could remember for just about forever. And it didn't really matter if he had to go back to running oil wells and living, in a big house that he hated or playing with his wife's titties that were pale and sloppy now. It didn't really matter if he was never happy again, just so long as he could remember this one quick rub against black Mona's chest.
"Oh, baby," she sighed up to him, "I love the feel of your cock on my body. Makes me feel so fucking fine! I love it."
"Great," said Duke McGee. "I'm gonna go rubbing in your twat again, lust for the fuck of it, eh" He went sliding down her belly and didn't give her much chance to prepare. He popped his pecker into the hole and quickly began rubbing in and out. He felt the juice from her slippery insides spreading along his pole. He also felt the wonderful grip of her slippery twat muscles going to work on his shaft. She worked her insides the way an athlete holds a tennis racquet. She was tight and slippery, ready for every thrust. He snaked out her cunt as long as he could, jamming and running his sword this way and that, bending the pussy tube to fit his special Texas needs.
"Fuck," she moaned, "I love that hog meat, Duke. I loved it fucking me. Take me with you when you go home. Take me with you to Texas."
"Well, well, well," snickered Arnie. "What do you think of that?"
"Shit, tar baby," said Duke. "We can't take you to Texas. Besides, while I got my joint in your cunt is no time to be talking that particular kind of business. You ever see the likes of these whores, Arnie? Take her with me home? Ha, ha, ha, ha. That's the funniest fucking thing I ever heard." Secretly he liked the idea, was flattered by it, but when it came time to be ramming his rod so that he could get his rocks off, that was the thing of prime importance. He jammed down deep, supplied her with all the hot cock he had, and put the idea of love in Texas out of both their minds. His stroking power took care of all of that. He worked his joint deep into her pussy, so deep, that she began to scream and wail: "Oh, fuck! Shit! Fuck me with that mighty prong!"
He rolled his big pecker from side to side in Mona's long tube. Then he felt someone at his rear. He looked back, and, to his surprise, discovered young Tilda reaming out his asshole. She had her sweet narrow tongue gouged into his butt. She was licking and cleaning him out as though she were a bunghole specialist. She licked up and down his crack. She spread her tongue across the buttocks and made sure to cover as much of the ass groove with hot meaty tongue as possible. She used her hands to separate the cheeks. Her tongue took care of everything else.
She'd started up high, at the base of his spine. She brushed downwards to cover the entire space of the groove. Then she pushed her tongue against the balls of his ass cheeks. She rubbed her lips against the fresh buttock feel, and finally, she dove into the hot, anus muscle. She spread it out and curled her tongue into the tube below. "Mmmm," she hummed, sucking on Duke's bunghole, "nice."
"Yer telling me," said Duke, who was still hammering his cock into Mona's black pussy. "I love fucking, you know that, and this here ream in the butt makes it all that much better." He rolled his hips from side to side and then settled into a steady punch rhythm. He banged Mona with his flesh prong while Tilda reamed his asshole with hers. "I love it," he screamed. "I love it!"
Mona reached around the Texan's neck and pulled him down to her face. She stuffed her tongue up into his oral cavity and toured the inside of his mouth. She French kissed him long and hard. Her tongue was wide and sloppy and wet, along with her thick lips. Duke enjoyed it all. He splayed his tongue across her lips, and then across her mouth. He licked her sweet soft skin. And all the time that he was getting this wonderful treatment the tongue in his ass continued to ream his butt out. "I can't believe how wild these Swedish cunts are," he grunted.
Arnie looked on from the sidelines. He enjoyed watching the hookers do an A-1 job on his good buddy. Because he knew that he would be next in line. After another few strokes, Duke began to come. He shot his juice-it was obvious by her wails-up into Mona's pussy and rolled off.
When he had slid out from between the two women, Duke said: "Now that wasn't a bad luck at all!"
Arnie stood up. "Now Mona," he said, "go wash off your pussy and come back here pronto. I want to make sure I get my fair share of that hot lusty lay action you still got in you, eh?" She hustled off to the bathroom. "Hey," said Arnie. "You too, Tilda." He clapped his hands. "Chop chop, we ain't got all night." The Swedish girl followed her black friend to the john.
"Well," said. Duke, scratching his crotch, "what do you think?"
"I think we struck it rich, ol' buddy. These two hookers are the best I ever seen."
"Yeah," said Duke, "I know what you mean."
They had separate beds, and they were stretched out on them. "O.K., listen," said Arnie, "who do you want when they come back?"
"Tough question," said Duke. "I guess I'll take Tilda. What about you?"
"Hey! There ain't but one left," said Arnie with a snicker.
"Yeah," said Duke. "But Mona, she counts for two, eh?"
"Right," said Arnie. "I know what you mean."