Chapter 6

The light grazing of nipples against the heavy muscled arm, popped Lisa’s inverted left nipple and she felt the delightful squirm of her pussy experiencing the tremor of an orgasm.

Lisa placed her ice blue eyes on George’s face.

“I’m married George, not dead! Bill and I get along fine, but I do what I do, and Bill does what he does. We don’t own each other.”

“As a matter of fact, I think we’re just leasing, that’s why I’m not wearing a brassiere either,” Lisa leaned forward, hunching her shoulders slightly, allowing George free vision of her succulent pink nippled breasts.

“Like to see more of these?” Lisa purred, moving her shoulders so her full succulent breasts quivered and shook with ripples. “I’m interested, what do we do about it?” The husky black growled.

“You’ve got me anytime you want me. Just whistle.”

George pursed his lips, a slow long whistle emitted from his mouth.

“Bill”, she called out, “George and I are going to talk about that insurance policy on the house. Do you want to come along and talk about it now?”

Bill, deep in conversation with Susan waved her a negative gesture.

“You two look, I’m busy here,” his eyes devouring Susan.

Susan’s infectious laughter brought giggles from the ladies and a chuckle from Bull.

Bill knew where Lisa and George were going. Their planned evening was working out well. He knew that Lisa would put on an excellent show for the tape recorder and camera that they could watch later that night, or any other night they might choose to watch the action.

Lisa led George down the hallway to the master bedroom, where the camera was hidden in the closet. The camera lens peeked out between the clothing hung in the closet. Focused on the bed and the mirror on the wall, to give the over sexed husband and wife two views of her adventures with big George.

George’s hands slid up under her skirt, Lisa pulling away from his hands.

“Not so fast, my friend. Just sit down here on the bed while I close and lock the door,” Lisa slipped the lock.

“Now, my friend I’ve been showing you what I’ve got, now it’s time to let me see what you’ve got. You sit down and let little Lisa do it all for you.”

Positioning the husky black male where the camera was focused, she sat on the edge of the bed, her heel sliding to touch the floor switch that turned on the video camera and recorder. Lisa reached her fingers to his zipper and drew it down, the teeth making a soft buzzing sound as she pulled it down from his belt buckle to his crotch.

Her hand sought the opening, delving into the warmth of his groin searching for the male bar at the opening of his jockey shorts.

Success! Her fingers touched the soft bar and drew it from its hiding place. Drooping like a ripe banana, his thick skinned male organ emerged. Soft, it hung down from his open fly, as she pulled harder unwinding his cock from its stowed hiding place, drawing it out to its full length. It hung, semi soft, semi hard, black shafted with a pinkish black, mushroom shaped knobby head half hidden with foreskin.

“That feel good, honey?” She asked as she stroked his heavy foreskin lightly back and forth over the bulbous knob of his male black cock. She knelt between his outstretched knees and leaned forward into his crotch.

“Better and better,” was his husky low voiced answer. His cock began to thicken as her hands fondled lovingly, touching the silken skin lightly with her fingertips, tracing the heavy black veins that stood from the circumference of his mighty rod.

She began milking his black prick from root to tip, squeezing on the pulling stroke, lightly pushing the skin back toward his balls on the return caress, until she was rewarded be a clear drop of honey oozing from the deep set hole in the glans of his pecker, which welled out, a crystal jewel of liquid sparkling against the pink blackness of his knob.

“I really like it when a prick starts leaking!” Lisa murmured with a lascivious lick of her red lips. “I get turned on something fierce when I get to swallow even just a little bit of cum!”

She traced the heavy swollen veins standing out from the basalt blackness of the stem of his cock with one hand while the other opened the tie at the side of her blouse, pulling it open to bare her succulent breasts to him.

His black hand covered one, squeezing and touching the soft flesh, finger rubbing the erect nipple, coaxing it further.

Her quick hand now pumped his prick with increasing pressure squeezing and pulling. Juice welling from the deep hole in the tip, began to pearl and then to run down over the knobby head. Bending slightly forward, her pink tongue dipped into the juice of his honey, licking it from the smooth skin. Her palate, rewarded, savored the sticky liquid that spread to coat her tongue and the inner surface of her mouth.

Pumping more, the juices began to run from his glans, while she caught another droplet then touched the opening of his black prick to the pink nipple of her breast.

The nipple sparkled as she coated it with the honey welling from his cock. She ran her tight fingers to the base of his cock milking it toward the tip, squeezing the clear honey out to hang on his glans in a thick pearl.

She bent, squeezing more until the quivering droplet hung, then left the dark knob to descend slowly to her pink erect nipple.

The juice dripped to the tip of her nipple then clung, slowly transferred from his cock to the tip of her breast, quivering as she watched it, then dripped from her pointed tit in one long spider web.

She caught the web thin hanging droplet on her finger, transferring it to her mouth, savoring the coating on the membrane of her pink tongue. She was having flashbacks of the Alameda theater now, visualizing in fantasy the other black prick squirting on her cunt and belly and the taste of the black cum in her mouth. She pulled his long cock harder, jacking him off, her hand flew on the thick black root clutched between her grasping palm.

“George, I’ve always had this fantasy, of sucking off a big black prick and swallowing the juicy cum. I’m going to suck all the juice from your prick, and then let it slide slowly down my throat.”

The blonde wife bent forward, touched her pointed pink tongue to the honey welling from the slitted hole in his black prick, laving the head with her flickering tongue.