"I'll tell you something, Arnie," said Duke. "You're in for a big surprise." Arnie Bellson had arrived from Texas that morning. He was a drinking buddy, one of Duke's best. They'd whored their way through Dallas nearly every Saturday night for five years after they graduated high school and before they married. And now, as planned, they'd met up in Stockholm for a repeat performance of "dem good ol' days."
"Yeah, man," said Arnie, "show me to ‘em." He rubbed his hands. They both wore their Texas whites as they made their way through the Swedish crowds, passed movie houses advertising strange, lusty adventures, passed book stores with every sort of erotica imaginable, and on their way to the hotel where Mona and Tilda awaited their company.
"Last night," said Duke, "I had myself some ass with these broads, Arnie, that you wouldn't fuckin' believe."
"Alreeet!" said Arnie. He followed Duke up the hotel stairs. In the lobby they found the girls waiting. Arnie whispered to Duke: "You didn't tell me one of them was a nigger, Duke."
"Better than the other one," whispered Duke. "Hello, my darlins," said Duke in full voice as he put his hands out to greet his most recent and favorite hookers. "Hello, hello, hello." He wrapped arms around the girls' shoulders, and, standing between them (and cupping Tilda's right tit) he said: "You remember I told you about the "Grasshopper"?"
The girls locked at each other with perplexed expressions.
"Well," continued Duke, "never mind, because here he is. Girls I want you to meet a real Texan, none finer, my buddy Arnie Bellson." The girls smiled appropriately, knowing full well that their bread was to be buttered, as it were, by four palms instead of two, that is, Arnie and Duke would both be paying. Duke led the way upstairs while Arnie and the girls got acquainted.
And of course, Arnie's way of getting to know a couple of bought babies was to feel up their smooth butts, give them a couple of easy squeezes, and smile as they giggled about how fresh he was. He slapped them on the rumps, one each, as they scurried up ahead of him, through the hotel room door. Duke threw the latch and said: "Yeah!"
They paid the girls up front and Arnie started right out on lovely Tilda. "I hear you like to sit on a man's face and get reamed, honey," he said to the lovely Swedish girl. "Is that right?"
"Yes, " she said. "Definitely."
"Me, too," said Arnie. "So go lay down." He watched the lovely set of tits and the smooth ass, and Tilda's long, lithe body spread out on the hotel bed. "Yeah," he said, rubbing his hands, "now let me get some of that." He jumped up on the bed-nude within five seconds after entering the room-and crouched over her face. She was quick with her tongue, licked his buttocks before he even made himself at home. "Wow," he said, "Duke, you were right. She's hot."
He leaned down and pressed his palms around Tilda's gorgeous breasts. "Oh, sweetheart," he drawled, "this is gonna be sompin'." He tweaked the nipples and sat on his haunches with her tongue up his asshole. "You think you might get my nuts, too, darlin' one?"
She slid down slightly so that she could lick his balls. She spread her tongue out wide and managed a good long swab that sent chills up the Texan's butt. "Nice," he said. "Nice." His joint firmed, extended, grew larger, and he looked down at the girl's trim belly. "There you go," he said, "real nice." He leaned forward and supplied her with his asshole again. "Give me a little more of that cleansing action, eh?"
He felt her long tongue descend his anal track. She worked efficiently to give the newcomer just as nice a rubbing as she'd given Duke McGee. "Yup," he said, "you sure was right, ol' buddy." He smiled at Duke.
Duke, however, was sitting in a chair not paying much attention to what his friend was up to. Mostly he was paying attention to what Mona was doing with his long hog. "Yeah," he grunted, "do it, honey. Do it up right." She was kneeling, nude, between his naked thighs with his cock in her face. She licked the hot pecker, rubbed it back and forth with her tongue, and she plyed it, bent it around and around, but softly, with her long bony black fingers.
"Mmmm," he said, watching her go with it, "take me home to heaven, deare. I'm all yours!"
She worked her face up and down the stiff prick head. It was spongy and filled up for action. He was ready to shoot off, at a moment's notice, but decided to wait until his joint was super hot. He lay back and enjoyed one of the best sucks the whore had yet given. She worked her tongue along the thick stem as if she'd been starved for it for years. She hummed, and she rubbed. She licked. And she sucked. She was every place imaginable with that tongue of hers. There was just no stopping her!
"Wow!" cried Duke. "Look at this tar baby go!" He wailed to her to keep on sucking him off. "Don't you stop just because I'm enjoying myself, you hear?" He held her by the head and rubbed her face down at his prick. She rolled her tongue on it, just to be sure there was plenty of lubrication. And before long, Duke's hot hog was so covered with saliva that he looked like he'd just stepped out of a shower of the stuff. There was juice everywhere.
Mona reached her hands up under his butt. She slipped her fingers close to his ass crack. "Go easy on that shit," said Duke. "I'm not sure I'm completely recovered from yesterday, eh?" The black whore continued to gently work the ‘Texan's ass. She had his dick in her face and his butt in the palms of her hands. "Mmmm," she hummed, "nothing like a little suck action to get the screw going."
"Yeah," said Duke. "Go to it honey." He rolled her face along the head of his meat. When he let her go on her own, she slapped her lips around the expanded, balloon prick head. "Uuuuuhhh, good," moaned Duke. "Terrific!"
Over on the bed Arnie had changed positions. Instead of sitting on Tilda's sweet pink face, he was now between her legs eating out her cunt. She was as fresh and wet as a daisy in morning dew. He sucked the hot clitoris that was readily available for his oral delight and he licked the insides of her hot twat opening. "Baby," he said between tongue strokes, "you got what I always dreamed was a good, Swedish cunt."
"You wait till you get this one here on your hog," said Duke. "You think that blonde is Swedish, you wait till you try this nigger out."
"She that good?" asked Arnie, wondering if he was getting his money's worth.
"She ain't that bad," said Duke. Mona was still sucking him off.
"Maybe we should trade off or somepin?" said Arnie.
"Sure," said Duke McGee. "Anytime you're ready."
"In a minute," said Arnie. "I ain't quite finished with this here eat out yet." He looked down at the young blonde girl's pussy. "But almost," he said, noting the fresh ooze leaking from between her hot vaginal lips.
"You take your time," said Duke. "I'm getting me some of the finest blow job Texas is gonna ever hear about. Yessiree!"
With that, Arnie drove back to the pussy in front of him. He searched for and found the luscious sex knob. He turned it back and forth with his long wet tongue. He rubbed his meaty mouth muscle in the girl's pussy, and knocked her out with the passion of his oral delight. "Mmm," she hummed down to him, taking his head in her hands, "you got what it fucking takes, there."
"A tongue, eh?" said Arnie.
The Swedish girl was wildly passionate. She folded her legs and put them up over Arnie's back. She let her feet rest on his back while her joins pressed softly against his face. Then she squeezed, whenever the urge hit her, on his cheeks. She loved the feel of his tongue eating her into ecstasy, and she screamed just that: only in Swedish. But the meaning of the German sounding words was still the same, and obvious.
"Yeah," grunted Duke, "when she yells at you in that there foreign tongue, it means you're doing good by her."
"Oh, yeah?" mumbled Arnie into the Swedish girl's quim. "Well, I sure am happy about that," He continued to stuff her full of his mouth muscle. Soon he worked his hands down her lovely blonde thighs, along her hips, and, blinded by the beaver in his face, in his mouth, he searched for her smooth buttocks. Finding them, he rolled the soft moon flesh in his fingers. He rubbed it, kneaded it, and finally used the space between it. He dug a finger into her butt. "Just to go with that ream you gave me, baby doll. Nothing personal, you understand."
But she squirmed up off the finger and cussed at him, again in Swedish. "Take it easy," said Arnie. "You been paid and all, it ain't like I took something that's not mine." He rolled his eyes and settled her down with a quick massage of her long smooth legs. He rubbed his palms down along her loins and spread out her twat. "Yeah," he told her, as her pussy lips opened for him, "that's a little more like it."
She spread her legs again and this time she kept her butt glued to the bed. For some reason she didn't want the second Texan farting around in her asshole. But it wasn't clear why. A little later, when Arnie had finished, eating her out, he told her to roll over. She said that she wouldn't.
"You got trouble over there?" asked Duke.
"I don't know," said Arnie. "I can't figure it out. She don't want me to send it up her butt. You sure this is the same girl you were telling me about this a.m.?"
"Sure I'm sure," said Duke. "What do you think? I can't tell one Swedish face from another?" Duke turned to Mona. "What's the matter with her?"
Mona leaned up and whispered in Duke's ear.
"I did what?" asked Duke when he heard what she was saying.
She leaned up again.
"Oh, I see," he said. Then he looked over at Arnie. "Grasshopper, ol' buddy, it seems we got a problem here, and it seems it's my doin' from yesterday. But Mona says that Tilda there's got a sore butt on account of the severe treatment I dished out for her last night. I didn't know I done that to her, but, well, Mona also says that maybe tomorrow she'll be o.k., but in the meantime, if you'd be interested, she'll be glad to give you her butt to screw. Sorry ol' buddy."
"Ah, sheet," said Arnie, lookin' down at the blonde girl, "that don't matter. All she had to do was say so. I don't care. I'll get her asshole tomorrow."
"See?" said Duke. "Ain't we easy to deal with?" He smiled at Mona and she grinned back. Then she landed her mouth around his dick again.
Arnie started up with Tilda, too. Instead of entering her butt, he went rubbing his phallus along her body He stroked her titties with his long Texas hog, and he rubbed her belly with it, too. Then he slid down along her neat trim thighs, and gave her a good feel of his poker there. His branding iron was about as hot as it had ever been, and he was ready to stamp her with it. "Spread ‘em," he said. "Get ‘em open. It's ridin' time."
The luscious Swede opened her legs. She spread her long blonde loins, and before Arnie went plowing her furrough, he took himself a good steady feel of her soft loin flesh. "Yum, yum, yum," he whispered. "This is gonna be fun, fun, fun." Then he lay down and jammed his pecker half-way into the pussy. "Ahhh," he sighed. "I'm takin' this one home with me."
"Yeah," said Duke, from his corner of the room, "I know what you mean."
Arnie popped his meat the rest of the way down the long flesh corridor. Tight juicy muscles clamped down on his shaft. They massaged and tugged on the head and thick stem. They rolled him, tossed him around, bent his meat this way and that. Some of the action, of course, was from the girl's legs and hips, but it all felt like it was just her cunt. It was as if her pussy were tremendously alive, vigorous, as though the vagina had a brain and life of its own. "Honey," he wailed, "you are terrific!" He slid in and out of her lovely blonde cunt, nailing her time and again to the mattress. Soon he'd drilled her so well that she started oozing all over his cock. "I love it," he told her. "You're good."
"Yeah," she said, "you too." She reached her hands up around his neck and pulled him down close to her face. She rubbed her titties up against his chest and pushed her mouth against his. She French kissed him and made sure that he got an extra long helping of her Swedish tongue. It was one long hot fuck in her mouth, with her mouth, and he enjoyed every inch of her wet mouth muscle. He pressed back hard, with his own tongue, and made sure that she was equally pleased. And, of course, he kept rotating his hips and rolling his pecker deep in her cunt. "Mmmm," she hummed, "you are a big man, Arnie. Very big."
"Whooper, we say in Texas," said Arnie. "They call me the Grasswhopper, really. ol' Duke got the name wrong."
"Oh, yes," she moaned, imitating his American accent in Swedish: "Whoppar."
"Love it," said Arnie. He slapped his pecker in and out of the young whore's hot cunt. There was juice everywhere; and that, more than anything, turned Arnie on. He slid and jammed and poked around in the fresh pussy meat. "Mmmm," he hummed to her face, "you got what it takes, sweetheart. You're all flesh and sex, and x-rated, and all those wonderful things a woman ought to be." She smiled at him and rubbed her big blonde titties from side to side against his chest. "Wow!" he cried. "Those nipples are the best I seen in some time." He leaned toward them, his pecker floating in ooze, and sucked himself a full helping of breast meat.
"Look at him go," said Duke. "Ain't he one of the best you ever seen?" Mona swiveled her mouth on Duke's mushroom cap and espied Arnie's "Grasswhopper" ass bobbing up and down. It was jackhammer powerful, and it kept swinging down, sending Arnie's meat at an easy thirty strokes a minute into the Swedish whore's pussy. "Uunuuuhhhh," she grunted loudly. "Ahhhh." With every new thrust she gasped or screamed. Her passion, too, was mounting.
"Yeah, oh yeah," said Arnie in her ear. "Just keep those hips of yours poppin' and we'll have ourselves a first rate orgasm any minute now."
"Yes, oh, yes," groaned the whore. "You better believe it." She was as hot and bothered as Arnie. She suddenly began swearing and cussing in' Swedish. "Sheet," said Arnie, popping his rod way to the back of her canyon, "I sure do wish I knew what she was saying." Then he let go of his jism. He squirted up the hole, filled it with hot come. She squirmed on his joint, rolled her hips and bellowed with her lungs. "Uuuuuhhh, ahhhhhh, ooooohhhh," she gasped, happy to have the fresh feel of hot pudding flooding her out entirely. "What a fuck," grunted Arnie. "Terrific!"
He rolled off of her, pulled his pecker out of her, rubbed her titties a couple of times, and then he panted on his back: "Duke, I got to hand it to you. When you go whorin' you go first class."
"Sure, buddy," said Duke. "What'd you think?" Duke smiled and told Mona to hop off his joint. She pulled her face out of his crotch and he got up without waiting for her to move. He stepped over her and sat next to Tilda. He rubbed her thigh and patted her belly. "You like this one?" he asked Arnie. "You ought to go drill her." He thumbed over his shoulder at Mona. "She's got something special in there. I don't know what it is-maybe it's thirty weight or something-but it's God damn good."
"In a minute," said Arnie. "I got to catch my breath, get myself together." His pecker was hard but not ready for more action just yet. "I think I'll just watch you for a while, eh?"
"Sure," said Duke. "Any way you want it." He pushed Tilda over. "You get your ass over there, baby. I got some fucking to do with Mona now. Know what I mean?" Tilda slid over on the bed. "In fact, you two go on over there and give me and my Swedish slave some room here, eh?" Arnie picked up Tilda and rested her on her feet off the bed. "Out of your way, sir," said Arnie.
Duke called to Mona, "Come on baby," and he spread himself out to let her have plenty of room to work on him. "Here you go," he said as she slithered over to the bed. "Just the cock you been missing for thirty seconds." She piled down on his meat. Her mouth was everywhere at once. As soon as she had him hard and ready, she tongued his belly and worked her way up his chest. She stopped at his manly nipples and sucked them up into her face. She rubbed her lips around them, and then she went to his face where she gave him a full helping of tongue meat. She French kissed him like that for about five minutes, which would have been too long had she not simultaneously: rubbed her hands in his crotch, fingered his butt, massaged his thigh with her pussy, leaked on his rod, and, finally, pulled his joint up inside her body. "Ahhhh," said Duke, "that a way!"
She sat up and rolled her hips so that he would have his meat bent in every dimension imaginable. It was a super feel for his fat hog. ‘Mmmm," she murmured, getting a good thrill for her hot pussy, "this is nice, Duke." He reached up and grabbed her hot, hanging mammaries. The pendulum breast flesh responded with hot chills that ran around in circles on her chest. "Look at this girl go," said Duke. "Ain't she sweet?" He jammed his hips upwards and his phallus pierced the whore's sweet insides. "Ooooh, God," cried Mona. "I love, it. Fuck me hard!"
He wormed his way out of her cunt, pulled her down on the bed close to him. He rolled their bodies together and ended up on top of her. His pecker went jamming into her pussy, and she screeched again. "Oh, yeah, Duke. Love me!!" He wailed away in the black woman's cunt, and soon he was juicing all over the place. He pulled his spent phallus out of her cunt and she grabbed for it "I got to lick it clean," she said, suddenly frantic. Perhaps, thought Duke, it was her specialty, some sort of trade mark. He let her at it, though, and not reluctantly.
She was all over his hot wet hog with her hungry, slippery tongue. She splayed her tongue out across the head, and then she went sliding down to take better than average care of the base of his meat. She tongued his balls, too, and licked out his loins. Finally, she made sure, as she rolled him over and rubbed his buttocks, to spread his ass cheeks and clean out his ass groove. To finish him off, she licked out his butt. "I just want to be sure," she said. "that you remember tomorrow where you got this fabulous treatment. "You know what I mean?"
"Sure, baby," he said. "Of course. I won't never forget this fucking and licking and eating we been getting from you two. You're among the best we ever had. Ain't that right, there, Arnie."
"You're not kidding," said Arnie. Tilda was licking his cock. "I mean," he added, "this is the way it ought to be in America. Just like this. Lots of fucking and sucking and plenty of whores doing us up just like this. Stead of sneaking around to secret joints, you know," he continued, "we ought to be able to meet a couple of broads, pay ‘em what we want, and go and fuck ‘em. Least you know they're clean over here, eh?"
"Right," said Duke. "And now for some more of that clean fuck action. You go douche yourself there, tar baby, and come back and sit on my hog, eh?"
Mona got up off the bed, went out for a minute and came back clean as a whistle. "I'm ready," she said, sneaking up alongside Duke. "Are you?"
"When was Duke McGee ever not ready to do hot fucking and eating? You answer that one, tar baby, and I'll give you a fuckin' oil well!" He laughed. "Now get down here, and you spread those gorgeous legs. We got some more screwin' to do. Ha, ha, ha! I love it!"