Jay Lawrence carried Anne Harlow Lawrence through the threshold and deposited her sexy and horny body on the couch.
She couldn't believe they were finally married; she, the very black model of Miss Hall's Agency, and he, the very black insurance investigator. Who would have thought they'd finally tie the knot after all the, hounding and trouble Jay's ex-girl friend, the very black Dawn Sands, had stirred up. Anne hated that fucking bitch with a passion, and now, with Jay her husband, she wouldn't have to worry any more.
"Damn, but I got a hard-on already!" he chuckled. "No wonder it's so easy on your wedding night: you don't have to worry about getting it up and making sure it stays up."
"That's my job," Anne winked, kissing his chocolate face. "To make sure it stays up, I better get down on it."
Jay hurried out of his clothes. He wanted to shove his black cock into her cunt so bad that he could feel the beads of cum at the tip of it. And Anne knew that with his huge dick she may end up doing a little pole-vaulting tonight.
"I can tell the atmosphere is all set for sex," she whispered. "All I've heard on the way up here has been moaning and groaning in this apartment building. What did you say it was called?"
"Mad-hatter Place. And well-named. Talk about weirdo's. There's Ron Cameron on the second floor, a horny little bastard. He's got a different girl in his room every night. And down the hall, there's Kathy Phillips, a physical therapist at the hospital; she's got her boy friend, Tony, over three times a day. And one thing's for damn sure, they ain't playing checkers. And on the fourth floor, there's Eric Taylor, who's a writer, who keeps some rich broad on the side. I don't know who she is, but I can tell she's loaded because of the furs she's got on her back. Pretty young, though. When she comes over, his door doesn't open for days."
Anne giggled. "How do you know all this?"
"I'm an investigator," he laughed back. "It's my business to be observant. There are a few other sickies, but why bother going into it? This is our wedding night."
"I don't see what makes them weirdo's or sickies. They sound like average, normal, sex-crazy people to me," she said, then disappeared into the bathroom and took her pill before they got the show on the road.
When she stepped out, she saw Jay lying flat on the bed, naked, with his cock sticking up in the air, hard as a rock. She licked her lips and bent over him to do her own investigating. Getting up on the bed, she stood over him and smiled down.
"Can I do anything for you, sir?" she asked.
"Get your ass down here and sit on this so I can fuck you."
She lowered herself onto him, holding his prick and guiding him so she could push it into her cunt straight.
"Oh Jay…" She trembled as it slid into her wet cunt, watching his black meat disappear into her hole. Then she started to move her hips, back and forth, so his cock slipped in and out of her pussy.
Suddenly, Jay drew back and rammed his prick into her roughly. She whimpered as he thrust it in, violently.
"Ride it, baby, ride that cock," he told her.
"Oh shit! You mother fucker!" she yelled as he fucked her. It was only the third time Jay fucked her, but she knew that black men, and especially well-hung black men, could drive their women nuts in bed.
"Come on, baby. Swear at me!"
"No… no, I can't…"
"Cuss, you bitch, use all those fucking four-lettered words…"
"Fuck me…"
"More…"
"Suck my clit. Eat me."
"That's good. Keep going…"
"Screw me in the ass. Let me blow your joint. Piss in my muff. Jack off in me. Cum on my tits."
"Great, honey…"
He suddenly shot his cum into her hole, and he swore at himself for shooting his pudding before she did.
She felt the creamy jism plug up her box after a few squirts and used a few pieces of Kleenex to wipe most of it out. After she got all of it out, she stared at the cum, all juicy and drippy, floating in the tissues. Then, as hungry as she was for him, she lapped it up, licking the white jism from the Kleenex.
"Mmm…" She drooled over his load. "Could use some pepper, but it's out of this world."
When she was finished swallowing it, and thinking how much better it tasted with the pussy-juice mixed in, she tossed it away and lay next to him.
His cock was shriveled up and limp. "I'm sorry, baby. I thought I could keep it up longer… kind of jumped the gun."
"That's all right," she said, stroking his balls. "We'll wait a while and do it again."
It made him mad, but what could he do? He remembered that he could keep from cuming when he fucked Dawn, his old chick. He really grooved on how far he could go before she popped her cork. But he couldn't tell Anne that.
He liked the way she was touching his nuts. His limp dick moved a little bit, pulsating with each moment. Then it started to grow, and it got bigger and moved a little more, yawning to life, getting thicker and fatter and longer.
"Baby…" he whispered.
His joint kept growing, and growing and… finally, it pointed upward again, bending as she continued to feel his balls. She leaned over and licked them, which looked like little black golf balls, and his prick was a club. And everyone knows that the balls always end up in a hole…
"Lay back," he told her, and she spread her legs.
She thought he was going to shove it inside her cunt again, but instead, he put his face to her twat. "I'm gonna munch on some clit for a while." He had to make her cum now, and not take a chance at her getting off by his cock. His tongue would do the work.
He slurped up the juices that streamed out of her furry little pussy. Pulling back her cunt-lips and the black hairs that surrounded it, he found her clit and licked it. It was all red and juicy and watery down there. The meat in her cunt looked appetizing, but he had to get to work and not just stare at what he saw.
He sucked on her clit for a while, marveling at the tasty treat. Eating cunts was a specialty he loved to participate in. He'd lap up all that wetness for a few minutes, then he'd dunk his tongue into that hole where he stuffed his cock and drained her flooded little muff. Back to the clit, more licking action, and to cap the fine performance, make her cum like a horny slut.
"Oh…eat that cunt, baby… Christ!"
"Dig it, honey, dig it…"
"Jay… oh Jay, stick that tongue in good… suck on my clit… lap up those juices… sip it dry…"
Anne had such a nice hairy cunt. He was glad she didn't shave off her pussy hair because that was the best part about fucking, feeling your dick hair brush against her mound of cunt hair. It made him want to cum right now. And why not? He grabbed his cock and started to jack off while he grooved on her clit. He pumped himself hard.
"Shee-yit, woman, I'm glad you're in the bargaining mood, because I drive a hard bargain…"
"Don't whack off, baby," she told him, putting her hands out to stop him. "Let me suck it while you eat…"
"Yeah, baby!" He shoved his meat into her mouth and not losing a beat of his licking. "Suck me. Blow it good!"
Anne loved the 69 position. It gave her a good helping of cock and a good eating at that. The more excited she got, the hungrier she got, and the better she blew him.
"Don't stop, for Christ sakes, gulp that cock down," he ordered, shoving his face in her cunt and swallowing all the juice he could.
"Make me cum, honey, do it…"
"Jesus Christ, what a tongue."
"More, eat it more."
"Ahh… suck it harder, baby, harder…"
"Only if you'll lap it faster…"
"Yes, I love your cunt. It's great…"
"Eat all you want. Shut up and eat!"
She could tell he would shoot his pudding any moment, and that she'd cum at just about the same time. "I'm cuming, baby… hurry!"
"Hold on…"
"Oh God… no… no… I can't stop!"
"Christ… Jesus Christ…"
As he humped his load into her, he let go and let her fall and it sprayed all over her face. She liked the jism to shoot on her that way, and she smiled as he heaved each drop, lapping up what she could. And what did not drip down her face and into her mouth, she wiped it up with her fingers and licked it off them.
"Mmm… baby, I love the taste of your cum," she hummed. "It's got a nice salty, creamy taste to it. And your prick… so chunky, you'd be tempted to eat it with a fork!"
He laughed. "Eat hearty. And remember, there's always more where that came from."
She giggled. "Sure is finger-licking good."
Dawn Sands was sizzling mad in her apartment, brooding over the marriage of Jay and Anne. Fucking cheap slut stealing her man. Little bitch. She was gonna rip her tits out and use 'em as toilet paper to wipe her black ass with. Pull that shit on her, mother fucker. Bitch!
Jay was just as bad. He was a mean mother fucker for what he did. She knew that he liked black ass, and it was always Dawn's. He never went hunting for no other black bitch's. She had all he needed. And getting that little black whore to be his bride was his shitty little way of getting even with her for something. She didn't know what the hell she did, but he was paying her back all right.
Dawn thrust her plump chocolate tits up and swiveled her thick black thighs, altering the sexy position she was in.
Mother fucker, that dude was. A lousy, stinking half-ass mother fucker. And her ass was nice and lean and something he loved holding when he was pounding that cock of his in.
Jay was just pissed at her because every time he asked Dawn for a blow-job, she would gladly give it to him. IF he let her spit out his cum after he shot it in her mouth. Shee-yit!
She hated the taste of cum. Christ, was it awful.
And he hated her when she did it, opening the car door and spitting it onto the street curb or running into the john and gargling with Listerine to get rid of the taste.
She even started to carry some candy with her, and that's when Jay finally drew the line. She either gulped it down, or that was it. She told him to kiss her ass and go fuck himself. He did the first, but not the second.
Of course, there were times when he held her head down and made her swallow it, and she hated him when he did that. He'd be ready to pump his jism out. She'd be ready to get her mouth off of his cock and back off, and suddenly, his hands would come out of nowhere and grab her head and keep it down and then, he'd shoot his wad and it'd squirt into her mouth and down her throat. She'd be screaming and throwing her hands around to scratch him, but he'd resist and wait until he emptied himself out, then he'd let her go.
One time, she kept it all in her mouth when he did that, and spit it in his face. All that cum was dripping down his nose and eyes. He had slapped her, and she had laughed because it reminded her of the movies where a clown would get a cream pie thrown in his face and it'd be sliding off and his eyes would be peeking out.
And now she was married to that black bitch, Anne. She knew who she was, just as well as Anne, knew Dawn. He'd met her during business hours at that Goddamn modeling place of hers.
Probably a whorehouse, she didn't doubt it, and Anne looked like she brought some of them customers into the closet and jacked 'em off for a fine. Slut. All them models were. They all balled for money. Every last one of them. And they loved cock. Couldn't get enough of that licorice stick. They'd suck 'em off real good and get their bellies full of jism and take all their money. Hell, she'd have to, being married to him and all.
But Dawn knew his secret, and it was her last gamble to win her man back. Even if Jay did not admit it, he loved her and was gonna marry her before that black slut Anne came along.
Jay never fucked around before Dawn. She gave him confidence. In fact, she was the only chick he could please in the sack. But that mother fucker wouldn't listen. He said he could make any other black chick happy. That's when Dawn laughed at him and said he was full of shit.
Jay liked black chicks, all right, but he couldn't control his gun with them. He fucked 'em like rabbits, he would. Sure he could cum. After all, he was a real man, and you don't get too many of them any more. But when it came to other black pussy, he'd shoot his load in ten seconds flat and would be the lousiest lay ever. Mother fucker. Thought he had the greatest cock ever. Thought he could pump it into as many of those shines that he wanted. No dice, baby. You ain't worth shit.
Now, with her black ass, he could use them balls of his and drive her out of this world, better than any man. But any other man and she'd get the fucking lousiest lay she ever had, and that prick of his would mean about as much to her as if she'd poked herself with a toothpick.
She'd wait a few days. That bastard would get tired of that cunt soon enough, and he'd be begging to have his innings with her again. Maybe she'd let him beg, and maybe she'd make him eat her ass out first. Whatever would happen, she'd have the upper hand.
He should have known better than to leave his mama.