Monday dawned and found Marc Andrews in his shower. He scrubbed his body vigorously, then relaxed as the hot water pelted his skin and revived his aching muscles. The weekend had been strenuous and sleep had been an elusive thing-but as strength returned to his aching limbs he smiled at the memories he had collected between Friday eve, fling and early that morning, when he had dressed finally, kissed her softly on her sleeping lips, and heard her call out for him from a half-sleep as he left her house.
"One of the better… " he remarked to his shower as he twisted the handles off and reached for a towel.
Marc whistled lightly as he checked Saturday's mail and found nothing pressing. He poured a cup of steaming coffee and carried it up the loft to dress for work. As he slipped into his shoes, he glanced at the appointment calendar on the wide dresser… Dr. Murtaugh, I pm, was noted, and he wondered idly what this second appointment would be like. The first, the preceding Monday, had been largely unproductive, and he hoped that today would prove to be successful… at least in regards to the headaches he'd been having.
As he prepared to leave the apartment, he rang his answering service, noted two calls that had come the day before, then scribbled a note for the maid service… Monday seems to be the day for everything, he thought as he picked up his light attache case and let himself out into the bright Monday morning sunshine. The Porsche was where he had left it Friday afternoon, and as he climbed in the old feeling of security washed over him. The glove leather seats were almost sensuous in the way they seemed to be molded to his body, and the masculine roar of the engine lifted him as he slipped the clutch and backed from his car port.
The drive-from his beach apartment to the offices of Levi son amp; Breen took less than fifteen minutes, and as he pulled into the wide drive that led to the basement parking area, a sudden depression filled him as the sunlight was left behind and the dull echo of the Porsche's engine bounced from concrete to resound loudly and offensively in his ears.
The express elevator carried him swiftly to the fifth floor suite of offices occupied by the investment counseling firm where he spent a miserable thirty hours a week in an effort to appear productive in a totally negative atmosphere. Nodded good-mornings, the ritual wink and smile, and another cup of the firm's lousy coffee had him seated in his office going Over the Dyke's account. By eleven thirty, he had attended the Monday Carnival-as it was referred to beyond executive hearing-taken his pep talk and returned to spend another hour in Dyke's deficits.
At eleven forty, Marc retrieved his car, sped up the ramp and was again lifted as he sped down Wilshire Boulevard A light buffet at Fancy's, a double vodka martini, a Certs, and he was back m the car, driving a bit more leisurely toward the plush office where he would spend the next hour with the quiet Dr. Murtaugh.
The gold leaf inscription on the inner office door read: A. MURTAUGH, M.D., Ph.D. BY APPOINTMENT ONLY. Inside, Muzak soothed the nerves of the harried receptionist who affected a plastic smile and spoke to Marc by name-seemingly proud of her Berkeley Memory. He sat in one of the womb-like leather chairs and glanced through a copy of Psychology Today, smiling inwardly as he scanned the article on autistic children-smiling because he secretly considered most adults autistics in drag.
"Dr. Murtaugh will see you now, Mister Andrews…"
He lay the magazine aside, nodded to the girl who blessed him with another plastic smile, without being able to hide the question in her eyes I wonder what his kink is?
He was tempted to answer her unasked question with the reply: I'm a financial masochist… paying this shrink fifty bucks an hour to prescribe psychosomatic drugs for a psychosomatic headache I've been having. Instead, he returned her smile and told her, "I'd like to eat your pussy…" and kept walking.
The look on the girl's face did not change-as though his words had not registered. As he took hold of the ornate knob of the door, he heard a tiny gasp come from her lips. He smiled and entered Murtaugh's inner sanctum.
Murtaugh stood as Marc entered and gestured to a low recliner to one side; obediently, he crossed the heavily carpeted room and flopped casually as the Doctor followed him to sit beside the recliner in an equally low chair that appeared to be a cross between milking stool and a barber chair. Marc looked at his psychiatrist-she was lovely-but she was not smiling.
"That was a shitty thing to say to Felicia… " Murtaugh told him.
Marc blushed, then-asked, "You heard?"
"Of course… I keep the intercom on any time there's a patient waiting and I'm free."
"That's eavesdropping, Doctor… " he remarked.
Murtaugh's lovely features softened, and a slight smile played around the corners of her mouth, "Perhaps, but often I learn things more quickly that way-hence, a saving to my patients."
Marc laughed lightly and kicked off his shoes as he lay back on the red recliner.
"You feel a great deal of hostility toward women, don't you, Marc…" and it was more a statement than a question.
He took note of the first name implication and relaxed even further. "I hated my mother…"
She smiled, "Really? That's odd, last week when we discussed your family background you stated you loved her."
"I lied."
"And were you lying to Felicia too?"
Mare turned and looked at her, he felt equal to her intellect, but not her sophistication He pictured her sitting there naked, her hands bound at the small of her back begging him to fuck her. He blinked and the image dissolved as she asked, "Well?"
"Ah… no-she's a lovely girl."
"Why did-you try to shock her?"
He sighed deeply and lay back, "Beats the hell outta me, I do things like that quite often…"
"Would you like to tell me about some of the things you do?"
He did not miss the emphasis on the word "things," but he wasn't about to elaborate on them for her-not this soon, at least. He closed his eyes and the old vision came to him-just as it always seemed to come at times of stress, and again the dull ache began at the base of his skull and the fingers of pain reached upward to close about his head like a vise.
"Is something wrong, Marc?" Murtaugh asked, and leaned forward slightly.
"All, yes… my head.. I think I'm going to have one of those fucking headaches again…"
"What brought it on so suddenly?" she inquired, a touch of concern in her voice.
"Thinking…" he mumbled.
"Thinking about what, Marc?"
"Two men… those two men…"
Murtaugh drew her breath deeply, then let it out slowly before she told him, "Tell me about the two men, Marc."
"I… I was about twelve-thirteen… I can't remember… we had a basement in the house… I was down there…" He paused and remembered what he had been doing in the basement. Then he continued: "I had been looking at a magazine-and I jacked off…" He cleared his throat and pressed his fingers to his temples as the pain persisted "I, ah… I guess I heard the noise upstairs first-I thought my mom had gone out and I was frightened she would catch me down there-with my pants down. I hid the magazine and climbed the stairs to stand on the basement landing… and I heard them… "
"Them?" Murtaugh asked softly.
And he thought about that day as he began to relate to her what he had heard and then seen. He had felt the fear well up in his chest as he stood there on the darkened stairs of the basement. The first sound he recognized was that of his mother pleading-begging, and he had opened the door a crack to look into the kitchen of their modest home. He saw nothing, and he crept from the stairs, into the kitchen, and stood by the door that led into the living room. Again, he heard her cry.
"Please… don't not that… for God's sake, not that!" Then he heard a loud slap and his mother's sobs came to him from just beyond the door. Kneeling down, his body tense with fear, he shoved open the door a bit and he saw them-two large men holding his mother between them… they were black!
"Oh, yes," one of them told her, "we gonna do that an' a lot more… you been shakin' that white ass of yours at us for long enough… now we gonna shake somethin' at you!" and they both laughed as his mother cringed. It was then that he saw she was blindfolded and that her hands were bound behind her back.
Marc's first impulse was to run for help, but something kept him Tooted to the spot and he felt his young heart pound heavily in his chest as be watched the men remove her clothing. He had never seen a grown woman completely naked before-and beyond the occasional pictures he came across in magazines, he had no idea what they looked like in the flesh. As he viewed his mother's jutting tits and the dark patch of hair between her legs, he felt his own prick twitch inside his pants. He watched iii awe as the two men disrobed and displayed huge black pricks and, heavy balls. He swallowed drily as they ripped the last shreds of his mother's clothing from her as she struggled, then began rubbing their large black hands over her defenseless body. She sobbed loudly as they cupped her tits and ass, ran their lingers through the hair of her pussy and fingered her obscenely, then took their swelling cocks and began rubbing them all over her body.
"Ohhhh… please… please…," Marc heard his mother cry as one of the men forced her to her knees before him and began rubbing his thick black prick all over her face. The other man dragged a footstool over and forced her to bend forward over it as the man knelt before her. And as he watched, the man kneeling before his mother took hold of her face and squeezed her jaws painfully until she opened her mouth; then he lunged forward with his great, swollen prick and shoved it in. A strangled cry came from her threat as her mouth was filed with hot, black flesh and the man drew his breath sharply as he held her head between his hands.
"Suck it, bitch!" he ordered, and shoved more of his prick down her throat. "Suck it 'til it comes in your, mouth!"
Marc stood transfixed as his mother took more and more of the stiff black thing into her mouth and gagged. The man pulled back slightly as she did, and Marc's mouth dropped open as his mother moaned. The glistening shaft was withdrawn from her obscenely ovaled lips, but rather than attempt to pull away, she licked out with her tongue, then moved her head forward as her mouth made a sucking noise. Behind her, the other man was kneeling, and he had, his hand between her legs stroking her pussy as he rubbed his great prick over her ass and thighs.
"Man… looks like she sucked one of them, before…" the man kneeling said as she twisted her head and took even more of the huge black cock into her mouth.
"Uh, huh!" the other one groaned and shoved his hips forward. "She do know how to suck a man!"
Marc watched then as the man kneeling behind his defenseless mother rubbed his swollen cock between her legs, nudged her pussy with its shiny, wet head, then pushed forward to bury his prick in her cunt. Marc had expected a scream of pain to come from her throat, but instead she merely moaned softly, kept sucking, and appeared to raise her ass up a bit as the man behind her took hold of her full hips with his large, black hands. Marc felt the mixture of fear and excitement as he watched the two men fucking his mother in mouth and cunt at the same time, and, without being fully aware of the act, he freed his penis from his pants. and stood there stroking himself as he watched. His excitement grew as he saw the glistening pricks with-drawn time and time again to be thrust deeply into her, and, as she began to writhe beneath the dual fucking, it was obvious to Marc that his mother was not being harmed-she was not in pain-she was actually deriving some sort of a sick pleasure from the things being done to her.
"Oh, Lord!" the man in front of her said as-he pulled his prick out to the swollen head and the woman licked him furiously and tried to swallow him again. "Oh, Lord! I'm gonna come… she's makin' me come… Jesus… Jesus Lord!" and Marc watched in open awe as the man's legs shook violently and his prick jerked and spasmed as he shot his load into her sucking mouth. His body quivered as he held tightly to the sides of her head and she continued sucking long after the globs of hot come had been taken into her mouth and swallowed. Finally, he pulled his wilting prick out of her wet mouth and gasped for breath as she cried out.
"No… don't… come back… Ughhhnnn… yes fuck me… fuck my cunt… I'm coming… I'm going to come… Oh… Ohhhhh!" And behind her the large Negro fucked her exposed cunt mercilessly as his fingers dug deeply into the soft flesh of her hips and she writhed beneath him. "Yesss… Fuck… fuck meeeee!"
Marc felt his prick jerk in his hand as his mother stiffened and she and the man fucking her cried out in unison. He watched them shudder and he wondered at his mother's words-she had been begging them to fuck her! He could not believe his own ears, but seeing her twist and writhe sensuously beneath their hands and their spurting pricks it was not to be denied. He felt a sudden shame and now he was glad he had not run for help-what would anyone think if they had witnessed what he had just seen? It was too much to think of and, as he licked his dry lips, Marc felt his own juices rising. He saw the man pull his prick out of his mother's cunt slowly, and the contrast of her pink pussy lips against his great black cock excited him even more. He had never fucked a woman and he could only imagine what it might feel like-soft and wet and warm…
And as he gazed at the unbelievable scene, Marc was unaware of the Negro who had shot his load of come into his mother's willing mouth. The man had walked to the sideboard in the dining room and was pouring himself a drink from the bottle Marc's father kept there… and he saw the kitchen door move. Quickly, he shoved open the door from the dining room to the kitchen and saw Marc standing there, his bulging prick clasped tightly in his band.
Marc cried out in fright as the man's hand closed around his neck. He kicked and he struggled, but to no avail, and he was dragged into the other room and deposited roughly on the floor near his mother. He looked up at her naked body with a tear-filled eyes as the two Negroes glared down at him with a menacing look in theirs.
"Looks like we caught us a peepin' Tom," the man told his friend.
"Yep and he's seen what we look like…" the other remarked.
"Maybe ought to pinch his head off… "
"Please Marc begged, "I… I won't tell anybody… honest!" the two men laughed and as Marc's mother came from her stupor, she licked her lips and raised her head. "Marc… is that you, baby?"
He sobbed and nodded as he got to his knees and threw his arms about her. The two men watched as mother and son both sobbed loudly and she begged them, "Please-don't hurt him, he's just a boy he's my son, my only son!"
Pointing, the man who had caught Marc peeping laughed aloud, "Well, he may be a boy, lady… but he shore has got a man's equipment!" and both he and his friend laughed again as they saw Marc's penis still protruding out of his fly, pressed now against his mother's naked thigh.
The two men stepped aside for a moment and held a whispered conversation. Then, the one who had caught Marc smiled and walked to stand over mother and son, his great black prick dangling from his hairy crotch. "We decided… seem' as how you seen what we look like, we figure we need a guarantee you won't do no talkin', boy…"
Marc sniffed and looked up at the man as he felt his-mother tense. "G… guarantee?" he questioned.
"Yep… stand up, boy." Marc did as he was told and the man led him aside. Out of earshot of his mother, the man told him in low tones, "Bet you never had a real piece of ass, has you, boy?" Marc felt his face burn and he hung his head as he replied with a negative shake. "That's what we figured and we gonna do somethin' about that…" he said mysteriously.
And before he could protest, the other man grabbed his arms and the one doing the talking ripped open the front of his pants and pulled them to his knees. A great fear coursed through his young body as he was led to his mother, and he watched fearfully as one of the men helped her off the low stool and laid her on the floor. He forced her legs apart and smiled as he saw his come oozing Out of her wet cunt.
The man looked at Marc and simply nodded. The other whispered to him, "You is gonna fuck your momma, boy… " and he squeezed his arms tightly behind him, "If you don't, I'm gonna pull that little pecker of yours out by the roots an' make you eat it! You understand?"
Marc looked at him and swallowed thickly, then he nodded his head and glanced at his mother lying on her back, her legs splayed obscenely. "Aw… awright… " he said slowly. The man released his aims and whispered, "Give us a good show, boy and we'll let you stick it in her mouth, too… just shove it right up her pussy and shoot your load!"
As his arms were released, Marc felt a new excitement course through his trembling body. He kicked off his torn pants and took hold of his still-hard prick. He glanced from one man to the other, then knelt between his mother's legs. He looked down at her gaping pussy and he saw the man's come dribbling from it. His young prick twitched in his hand as he sucked his breath and bent over to rub his prick around the hair of his mother's cunt.
"Please… " he heard his mother begging, "Don't make him watch… he's just a boy… have mercy, please!"
Both men lay down on the floor beside her and as they fondled her tits, one of them kissed her, then said, "We ain't gonna let him watch… we gonna let him fuck you!"
"Nooooo!" Marc's mother wailed, and as she did, she attempted to draw her knees up. As she did, Marc fell forward and his throbbing prick came in contact with her wet pussy. A thrill went through him as he felt the folds of flesh part, and it seemed as though his prick was sucked into that hot, wet place as his mother thrashed around on the floor beneath him.
"Fuck her, boy! Fuck her good!" the man ordered, and placed a strong hand on his upraised ass. Marc needed no further encouragement as the sensation of his mother's cunt was transmitted to his brain. He was actually fucking her! And as the two men held her down, he began a slow up and down motion with his hips.
"Mom… momma… I'm sorry," he sobbed as she raised her knees and he plunged deeply inside her. "I'm sorry-they-made me… they made me!"
And his mother sobbed too as her son's prick fucked lewdly in and out of her helplessly exposed pussy. "Bastards!" she swore. "You fucking bastards!"
Then, as he began an instinctual rhythm, Marc found his hands drawn irresistibly to his mother's heaving tits and he squeezed the soft fleshy globes as new thrills raced through him. He felt her nipple stiffen under his palm and as he moved his hand to look at it, he felt a hand on the back of his head. Suddenly, the stiff nipple was in his mouth. He sucked it wetly and licked out with his tongue as his mother writhed beneath him and he heard her whimper, "Baby… my baby… Oh, my baby!" and it was then that Marc realized his mother was no longer struggling against the men who had held her, but she was pushing back with her hips, and her legs had gone about his Waist to pull him closer to her as he fucked her rapidly.
"Yes… yesss…" she moaned. "Do it, baby… do it to your mommy fuck me Oh, God, Marc! Fuck me!" And Marc thrust more deeply into his mother's cunt as she gasped for breath and the men at her sides rubbed their newly swollen pricks over her burning flesh. Marc felt himself coming and as the sensation began to wash over him, he threw his head back and cried out. The wave of orgasm took him and he felt his prick jerk spasmodically deep within his mother's cunt as she arched her back and pushed against his grinding loins. He gasped for breath as the first spurt of his hot come splashed inside her clasping pussy and he felt her shudder as she, too, achieved a second orgasm. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her tits is she bucked against him and, as the contractions passed, he felt dizzy and suddenly a little frightened… he had fucked his own mother! But… but she had told him to… told him that she wanted him to… and Marc was confused. Then, he felt the man on his right lift him from his mother as she fought for breath; he sat on the footstool as the man lay back and rolled his mother atop his black body. He blinked as the man shoved the head of his swollen prick into her cunt, and the other man climbed between their legs and I shoved his stiff prick into her ass-hole.
"Oh, God!" Marc heard his mother cry. "Jesus, yes!" she cried again as she was impaled on the two stiff pricks while her son sat shivering only a few feet away his still-stiff young prick clasped tightly in his right hand.
"And then what happened, Marc?"
Marc sat bolt upright on the recliner as Dr. Martaugh's voice brought him out of his stupor. He realized he had told her the entire story-something he had never shared with another human being-and as he gazed at her blankly, he heard her question again. He hung his head and realized he had a gigantic hard-on. Clearing his throat, he lay back and told her, "I… I watched them fucking her… the man on the bottom took hold of her tits and rested his arms on his elbows… it sort of raised her up and the man behind her shoved his prick all the way into her ass-hole… "
"And what did you feel then?" Murtaugh asked softly.
He swallowed drily and shook his head as be replied, "I… I don't know… shock… excitement… fear-all those things."
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I, ah… I got up and went to her-she seemed to be crying out for more-you know, like she was really digging having two pricks in her at the same time…"
"And?"
"I… ah… I began rubbing my prick over her face-she couldn't see, me-she was blindfolded-and all of a sudden, she opened her mouth… she cried 'Baby,' I think… and she began sucking my prick."
"How did that make you feel?"
"How? Jesus! It felt good… " he blurted out.
"What I meant was how did you feel about putting your penis in your mother's mouth, Marc what were your feelings about what was happening?"
He shook his head, "I don't recall… I remember pulling my prick out just as I came and I shot all over her face… "
Dr. Murtaugh had listened intently as her patient recounted the traumatic experience of seeing his mother raped by two forceful Negroes, than told of his own involvement and of the incestuous acts that followed. She glanced at the bulge in his trousers and leaned forward to lay a hand on his arm.
"Are you arouse'd now, Marc?"
He looked up at her in surprise-it was not the sort of question one would expect from one's psychiatrist. He followed her gaze to the crotch of his pants and nodded dumbly, then he said, "It… it always does this to me when I think about it."
She smiled and squeezed his arm as she asked, "And your headache?"
Marc had forgotten it… it was gone, pressure had vanished the moment he became involved in relating the story to her. He shook head, a look of astonishment on his face as he plied, "Gone,… the damn thing's gone!"
"Perhaps it would help if you were to relieve yourself," Dr. Murtaugh told him.
"Re… relieve?"
"Masturbate,… "
"Here-now?" he asked incredulously.
She smiled indulgently and stood up from the oddly shaped chair. As she crossed to the mahogany hutch near her desk, she told him, "Why not-after all, I am your doctor, Marc…"
She returned momentarily and handed him a soft towel. He took it sheepishly and shook his head. "I… I don't think I could…"
"I do believe you'll feel better-you've all that energy built up and-unless you vent it somehow, you may well have another headache."
"I… that is, Jesus… I just-can't take my prick out and whip it in front of you!" he told her and threw the towel to the floor.
Murtaugh smiled and licked her lips. She reached forward, picked up the towel and scooted her funny chair closer to the recliner."Come now, don't be child like… " and before he could reply she reached over and pulled his throbbing prick free from the confines of his clothing.
Marc stared at his psychiatrist in disbelief as she took hold of his throbbing rod and-began stroking it slowly in her soft hand. "Jesus…" he swore, and swallowed drily as he felt the pulsing of the blood in his prick. "Jesus Christ!"
Dr. Murtaugh squeezed her knees together and stroked his prick up and down, and, as his breath came more shallowly, she reached forward to lay the towel over his stomach. Marc closed his eyes as the woman fondled the head of his prick then stroked it more strongly. He knew it was happening, but he still could not quite believe it. And though he was nearly exhausted from his weekend's escapade, he knew his orgasm was but a stroke away as he heard her soft voice and her other hand closed warmly over the swollen head of his prick.
"Come in my hand, Marc… keep your eyes closed and come in my hand… it's your mother's hand and she's jacking you off… the Negroes have left and it's just you and her… she wants your hot come… just you and her… she's naked and you're loving the touch of her hands on your prick… come now… she wants you to… I want you to come, Marc… "
Marc felt his prick swell and as the first contraction hit he drew up his legs and grabbed her hands to hold them tightly about his spurting cock. He sucked his breath as his semen gushed forth to fill her soft hand and to run between her fingers He felt it running down the-sides of his jerking prick as she squeezed him tightly.
He lay there gasping for breath as he felt the soft towel wiping him clean; then his softening prick was tucked inside his pants and he heard her stand up and cross the room. From afar, he heard water running, then a door closed and she spoke to him from behind her desk, "Same time next week, Marc?"
He sat up and found his mind and body totally relaxed. He straightened his tie and picked up his jacket from the back of the recliner. "Next week… he said slowly and tried not to look at her as he walked toward the door. Her voice stopped him as his hand closed around the cool metal knob.
"Marc… do you really blame yourself for what happened to your mother so many years ago-is it your fault your body responded to her body? There was a long pause, then she told him, "Have a nice week, Marc, I'll see you on Monday."
Marc fled the office and avoided looking at the lovely receptionist in the outer office. He found his Porsche and ground the gears as he pondered her parting questions, and he wondered. He saw the sign ahead and he pulled into the parking slot and jammed the brake pedal to the floor as he experienced an overpowering thirst. The sign read: COCKTAILS.
The moment Marc Andrews had left the reception room of Dt Murtaugh's offices, Felicia pressed the button that locked the outer door and stood from behind her desk and straightened her short skirt. She opened the door to find Andrea Murtaugh sitting behind her desk, a satisfied expression on her beautiful face.
"That was some session, Doctor!" Felicia said as she crossed the room to sit on the corner of the desk.
"You really shouldn't be listening, darling-if anyone ever learned… "
"I'm cautious, Andrea you don't have any more appointments this afternoon… " She smiled, "And I kept the door locked."
Andrea smiled indulgently at her pretty receptionist. "Well, did you enjoy it?" she questioned.
The girl laughed lightly, "I doubt that the American Psychiatric Association would approve of your particular brand of Gestalt and Reality Therapy but it's exciting as hell!" And as she spoke, she raised her skirt and spread her legs slightly, "I've been positively gushing, Doctor!"
Andrea looked at the full, smooth thighs, then let her gaze travel to the woman's nest beneath the shadowed hem of her skin. "How can I tell?"
Felicia stood and in one swift movement dropped her skirt and stood gloriously naked from the waist down. She spread her legs obscenely and said, "See for yourself…"
Andrea leaned forward and reached out to rub her hand over the girl's naked hip. As her fingers came in contact with the smooth, warm flesh, she felt a slight chill go through her body and she shivered. "God, but you're beautiful!" Andrea said huskily as she ran her fingers through the dark patch of pubic hair and found the girl's cunt lips parted and moist. "And you are wet, darling…" she added and reached Out to pull Felicia to her.
Felicia looked down as Andrea rubbed her face over her lower stomach, then nuzzled her pubic mound softly and sighed. "Suck me" Felica said, "eat my pussy for me, sweetheart… give me a come like you gave him… stick your tongue in my pussy and lick my clit… " And as she spoke, Andrea looked up at her wistfully and sighed again as her hands closed around the full cheeks of the girl's ass.
"Oh, Felicia… God, how I love your cunt!" Andrea moaned and buried her face between the girl's wide-spread legs.
Felicia gasped as she felt the other woman's mouth close over her pussy. She placed her hands on the back of her head and pulled her gently as she felt Andrea's tongue search the moist folds of her cunt to find the sensitive nub of flesh there. "Ohhhh baby… suck it… lick it… that's soooo good!" Felicia told her as she raised her hands and slowly unbuttoned her sheer blouse, then slipped out of it and tossed it aside. Squeezing her own tits, Felicia writhed under the experienced mouth of her love, and she felt her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as the woman's mouth took her to the supreme height of erotic stimulation as she ground her pussy into Andrea's face.
"Ummmm… yesss… Oh, Andrea… please… me too, me too… let me have you… I've got to have you!" she whimpered and leaned forward in an attempt to get her hands on the other woman's body.
"The couch!" Andrea said breathlessly as she stood and began stripping off her clothing and Felicia crossed the room to the recliner, a look of impatience on her lustful face. Quickly, the woman disrobed and joined her lover on the low, contoured recliner As she lay down beside her, Felicia threw her arms about her neck and crushed her mouth to hers. Andrea felt the girl's tongue as it pushed through her lips and teased her with short jabs. She ran a hand over the girl's thrusting tit and pinched the nipple gently, then continued down, over her smooth stomach, and let her hand close over her trembling mons. She inserted a finger into the soft wet folds of the girl's cunt and stroked her gently as Felicia retracted her tongue and sucked Andrea's into her hot mouth. Finger fucking her rapidly, Andrea felt the girl's hand go between her thighs and, as the fingers found that magic spot, Andrea groaned loudly.
"Yess… yes, darling! Do me… fingerfuck me… let me feel your fingers inside my cunt… Oh, God… how beautiful! How fucking beautiful!" she cried out loudly.
Then, as their passions rose, Felicia pushed Andrea back, twisted and lowered her exposed crotch over the woman's face. She felt Andrea's hands go about her to pull her down. As her mouth came nearer Andrea's cunt, she whimpered as her own pussy was sucked lavishly and the hot tongue sent flames of desire coursing through her lusting body. With a sudden cry, Felicia buried her face between Andrea's thighs and she thrust her tongue deeply into the sweet wetness of her cunt. She sucked, licked and writhed atop the woman as her own cunt was lapped furiously and Andrea's hands dug into her lush hips and ass.
As Felicia felt herself coming, she squeezed shut her eyes and envisioned herself pressed between two sweating black bodies as they fucked her viciously with long, thick pricks. Then there was another… in her mouth… and it was spurting, gushing, throbbing, and she cried out as the other two pricks erupted in her cunt and ass-hole and sent her over the threshold of sanity for one brief instant.
Andrea felt herself coming and sucked her lover's cunt with abandon. She raised her head and stabbed her wet tongue into the girl's clasping ass-hole and, as she stiffened and cried out, Andrea too reached the final step of the spiral and felt herself tumble over the edge and into that velvet void of sheer sensation. She twitched and writhed as Felicia's juices poured into her mouth, and she felt her own juices flowing from her spasming cunt as the girl above her grew rigid and sobbed loudly, her body wracked with sensation.
Then it had passed for them and they lay quietly in each other's arms, stroking the soft flesh of breasts, thighs, buttocks, and licking out finally for one last taste of each other's sopping pussies.
Felicia sat up and looked down at her lover. She wore a subtle smile on her face as she opened her eyes to find the girl looking at her. "Matter?" she asked softly, and reached out to caress her jutting tit.
"You jacked him off!" Felicia said, and they both laughed.
"That just now dawned on you?" Andrea asked.
"It just penetrated, darling… how could you?" she asked with mock hurt on her face.
"Quite simple, actually… I just took his stiff prick out of his pants and whacked it a few times-and blooey! A hand ful of come!"
"What did you do with it?"
"I licked it off my fingers… that's what I did with it, silly."
"How gross…" Felcia remarked, and made a wry face.
"Wait until you see what I have in store for our emotional repressive next week… it will really turn you on, ba-by…" and Andrea smiled mysteriously as Felicia's hand cupped her sensitive mons and stroked her gently. "I am going to cure Mister Marc Andrews…"
"Careful you don't catch something in the process, darling," Felicia cautioned, "You might get to licking that stiff prick of his."
"Liking and loving are neuroses of a different nature, sweetheart you I love!" and she pulled the girl down to kiss her fully on the mouth as Felcia wormed a finger into her sopping pussy.