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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST Mike33 Designing Women
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 10 Jul 1996 02:44:04 GMT



DESIGNING WOMEN: Hot 'Lanta

By Uncle Mike

 
     The day did not start out very good.

     Whoa, let me back up first. I'm Anthony Bouvier. Ex-con. 
But I didn't do it. Yeah, I know, everybody says that. So forget 
it: just call me an ex-con. Black. OK, now you've got me 
pegged, right?

     But I got out and I'm staying out. Got a good job, driving 
and doing odd jobs for some interior designers, the 
Sugarbakers. Going to school.

     That's it. Back to the story.

     The day did not start out very good. I was supposed to play 
some basketball with Big Rodney, Big Arthur and some other 
guys I met in prison. Yeah, pretty much everybody I met in 
prison was called Big.

     Anyway, we were supposed to play, but Big Rodney had 
gotten picked up by the cops and most of the other guys 
suddenly came up with reasons not to show.

     So I came back to Julia Sugarbaker's house. It's also the 
office for her business -- well, hers and her sister's, but 
Julia doesn't like to be reminded of that. It's a big, old 
mansion, but the inside isn't quite as fancy as you'd expect 
from a bunch of designers. I guess they do better when they're 
working with other people's money.

     This is taking a lot longer than I expected to tell. Let me 
speed it up a little.

     I come in. Nobody's there. I've got a pounding headache 
because I spent the morning searching for -- well, you don't 
care about the details; it was some designing stuff.

     Anyway, I've got this headache, but I'm supposed to drive 
Julia and Mary Jo, one of the other women who work there, 
over to a client's house that night. So I take a couple of 
aspirin and I lie down on the couch. I've got my T-shirt and 
sweatpants on, but I take off my gym shoes so I don't mess up 
the furniture.

     I guess I must have dozed off, because I didn't hear the 
women come in. What woke me was Julia shushing everyone 
else, I figure when she saw me on the couch.

     Let me run them down for you: Julia's, well, let's say well-
seasoned. But she's still got fantastic legs, long and curvy. 
She's always spouting off about something or other, usually 
something about women's rights, but I have a hard time paying 
attention sometimes because she's crossing her legs and the 
view is terrific.

     Then there's her sister, Suzanne. She's an ex-beauty queen, 
and she won't let you forget it (well, she wouldn't mind if you 
forgot the "ex" part). She's starting to get a little fat, but you 
wouldn't notice so much because she's got huge tits.

     And I mentioned Mary Jo. She's the thinnest one, nice red 
hair, perky.

     One more: Charlene. She's sweet and friendly, but dumb. 
Reads the Enquirer and believes it. But she's got big tits, too, 
so cut her some slack.

     And that's it. Four women and me. It's not as great as you 
might think -- well, that is, it didn't use to be -- because 
most of the time they acted like I was just one of the girls, 
and believe me, you don't want to know the kinds of things 
women talk about among themselves. But there was one big 
fringe benefit: they all are at least pretty, good bodies, and it 
seems like they wear nothing but short skirts with slits up 
the side. No surprise that I spent most of the time walking 
around in loose slacks to hide my hard-ons.

     OK, back to the story. I'm sorry this is taking so long, but I 
wanted you to understand what was going on.

     So I'm on the couch, eyes closed, in my sweats. The four 
women walk in and Julia wakes me by shushing everyone.

     Now, I suppose I should have gotten up then. Only polite, 
right? But when you're a  young black man in the South, you 
learn not to make sudden moves around white people. Or 
maybe I was just still feeling my headache a little. Anyway, I 
didn't move.

     I could hear the whispers as the women took off their 
coats.

     "Poor Anthony. He must be all worn out from that 
basketball game." That was Charlene, the office manager, 
secretary, receptionist, the only one who keeps track of 
where we all are.

     "I hope he had time before the game to get those toilet 
seat covers." That was Mary Jo. See why I said you didn't 
really care what that design stuff was I was looking for? And 
no, I hadn't.

     "I'll look in the storeroom," Julia said. I heard her walk 
back there.

     "He looks kinda cute just laying there, don't he?" Suzanne's 
voice seemed to be just a few feet away.

     "Like a little ..." Well, look, you don't want to know all of 
that. I'll just say Suzanne, Mary Jo and Charlene had a little 
discussion, OK? Now, here's where it gets good.

     "Mary Jo? Have you ever ... you know?" It was Suzanne. Her 
whisper was very close.

     "What? Have I ever what, Suzanne?"

     "Have you ever seen a black man's ... you know? Live?"

     "Suzanne!"

     "Well, have you?"

     "Well, no. So what?"

     "I was just wonderin', that's all. If it was true."

     "If what ... Suzanne!"

     Charlene broke in then. "You mean about their size? My 
cousin Lurlene told me she doesn't think it's true, but I don't 
think she has any way to compare, if you know what I mean?"

     Now, remember, I'm still there on the couch, not moving a 
muscle. Well, one of my muscles was moving a little.

     So Mary Jo says they shouldn't talk about this, and Suzanne 
wants to know why, and Mary Jo says she doesn't know, it 
just doesn't seem right with Anthony lying there.

     That's when Suzanne says, "That's why I'm asking, Mary Jo. 
I was wondering if we should take a look."

     "Suzanne!"

     "Well, just a peek. I mean, Anthony's practically passed out 
there, and I'd just have to slip down his pants a little and see 
what he's got. I bet he's got a big one."

     Charlene whispered next, and her voice seemed to be close 
by, too. "I bet you're right, Suzanne. Just look at the size of 
his feet! You know what they say."

     "No, what do they say?" Mary Jo broke in.

     "Well, that the size of the feet shows you how big they 
are, you know, up there."

     "Oh, Charlene," Mary Jo began, "I don't ... Suzanne!" 

     I could feel a tug on the top of my sweatpants. I almost 
had to bit my lips through to keep from moving or making a 
sound. I heard Suzanne shush Mary Jo and I felt my sweatpants 
and my jock pulled down. I knew my cock was already slightly 
rigid, so the women were getting a pretty good show.

     "Oh, my God!" That was Charlene. No, really, it was. Would I 
lie to you?

     "Is that all him?" That was Mary Jo. She seemed to be 
coming closer.

     "Hah! I was right!" That was Suzanne. I think I could even 
feel her warm breath on my shaft when she said it.

     "Do you think -- I mean, he's really asleep, right?" 
Charlene's whisper came from the foot of the couch. "Do you 
think I could touch it?"

     "Charlene!" Mary Jo was at the other end, by my head. "We 
should just put his pants back. What if he wakes up?"

     "Oh, stop worrying!" Suzanne was in between them. "Look 
at him, he's out like a light. Go on, Charlene, see what a real 
one feels like." I swear, I could almost hear her wink.

     Sure enough, a few seconds later came a light, warm touch 
right on my cock. I almost leaped right up in the air. I gotta 
admit, I'd fantasized about having one or the other of those 
women. Hey, the truth: That was how I jacked off most of the 
time. But now that wasn't my hand on my cock, wrapping 
fingers around in, rubbing up and down. It was Charlene, a 
blond fox. My rod started to stiffen with her touch; she 
jumped back.

     "Now look what you've done," Mary Jo said, but it sounded 
more curious than complaining. "I've never seen one that big. 
Let me get a better look. Shove over, Suzanne."

     By now my cock was extended to its full eight inches, 
thick and hard and rising up off my stomach. This time I know 
I felt Mary Jo's breath on it. "Wow, would you look at that! 
God, I think I could get an orgasm just looking at that thing."

     "Could be," Suzanne said, "but I think it'd be a lot more fun 
to get one by riding it."

     "Would it fit?" Charlene asked. "I don't think I could put 
something that big in me. Could I?"

     Mary Jo sighed. "It'd fit, Charlene. I bet it would fill you 
up, though. God, imagine what that would be like. I don't think 
I could get it all in my mouth, though. Not that snake."

     "In your mouth?" Charlene sounded stunned. "You don't ..."

     "My ex-husband said I gave the best blow-job he ever had," 
Mary Jo said. She sounded smug. "And I think he knew what he 
was talking about."

     Imagine you're me. You're there, half-naked, and three hot 
women are kneeling next to you discussing how big your cock 
is. But they don't know you're awake. There's only one thing to 
do, right? Right. I kept my mouth shut.

     Mary Jo didn't, though. 

     "Haven't you ever sucked a guy's cock?" That was Suzanne. 

     "N-no," Charlene said. "Put one in my mouth? Isn't that all 
icky?"

     "It's not as good as getting it up your pussy," Mary Jo said, 
"but it's not too bad. I kinda like it. In fact, I'm kinda thinking 
about doing Anthony, here."

     "Oh, you can't!" That was Charlene.

     "You touched him," Mary Jo pointed out.

     "But that was different!"

     "Well, look, this is just too good to pass up. When am I 
ever gone have a cock this big waving in front of me again? 
And Anthony's asleep, so he'll never know what happened. I bet 
he wakes up with a smile on his face, though!"

     And then it really happened. I felt Mary Jo take hold of my 
cock in one of her small hands, and then there was a puff of 
warm, wet air on the tip and her lips came down over the 
shaft.

     She was right, she couldn't take me all the way in. But she 
did a damn good job of coming close. I felt the head of my dick 
hitting the back of her throat and her lips were tight around 
the shaft, most of the way down. Her fingers were slowly 
rubbing the rest of the shaft down to the hilt.

     Her ex-husband was right, man. It was the best blow-job 
I'd ever had, too. Mary Jo knew every trick to make my cock 
sit up and beg for more, licking the shaft, tickling my balls. I 
thought for sure I was gonna shoot at least twice, but each 
time she seemed to sense what was happening and she 
squeezed me and held it in.

     Lucky thing my face was toward the back of the couch, so 
they couldn't see me scrunch my eyes up as I tried to keep 
from moving. It was almost impossible with Mary Jo's Hoover 
lips sucking me in and out.

     I got a chance to catch my breath when she lifted off. But 
then I heard her say, "Now you give it a try, Charlene."

     And another hand grabbed my cock and another pair of lips 
pressed down around my shaft.

     Charlene was awkward at first, but Mary Jo must have 
been kneeling right next to her; I could hear her whispering 
advice.

     I kept my eyes shut, but I could picture Charlene's red lips 
sliding up and down my cock and her pale white skin looming 
above my dark meat. And, of course, her big tits hanging down 
-- if I looked up, I bet I could see right down her blouse. 

     My breathing was coming pretty fast, but the women were 
so into what they were doing that I think they even forgot I 
was there. I mean, they sure knew my cock was there, but I 
think they had stopped paying attention to anything else.

     I heard some rustling noises but I couldn't figure out what 
they were, and with Charlene's mouth swallowing my dick it 
was tough to think about anything else. She was a quick 
learner. Pretty soon I was ready to blast again, and this time 
nothing was going to hold me back.

     I let loose a big shot of cum just as Charlene took me in on 
a downstroke. It must have surprised her because she 
swallowed it all in one gulp and then pulled right off me. A 
few last globs pulsed out as my cock started to shrink and 
fall back.

     Mary Jo explained about cum to Charlene then, but halfway 
through her explanation I heard her gasp.

     "Move aside, I'm coming through," Suzanne whispered. I felt 
her hand on my cock; I figured she was going to tuck it in and 
put my pants back up.

     Instead, she started rubbing it. Meanwhile, Mary Jo and 
Charlene were whispering again, but this time they were so 
quiet I couldn't make out any words; they must have been 
right next to Suzanne. Finally I heard her say, "Just stay out 
of my way. I'm gonna do it and that's that."

     The next thing I knew, the cushions on the couch gave way 
and I felt something smooth and warm around my hips, and 
Suzanne's hand was on my cock again. It was getting harder.

     I felt something on top of it. It was Suzanne's slit! She 
was straddling me with her cunt wide open. It was already 
wet; I could feel her juices as she slid over me.

     "Come on, big boy," she whispered. I thought she had 
figured out I was awake, but then I realized she was talking 
to my cock.

     "Come on, get nice and hard for me. I want to feel you 
inside my hot, nasty cunt. That's it, that's the way. Oooo, 
you're gonna feel real good."

     I was fully erect. Suzanne lifted off me, and when she 
came back down she impaled herself right on my cock. I felt 
her hot, wet cunt wrap around my shaft as she sank down.

     She must have been crazed with lust. There's no way any 
man could have still been sleeping after the blow-jobs I'd 
gotten, and certainly not after some woman sunk her juicy 
pussy right onto his dick. But she didn't seem to care. She 
started moving on me, sliding up and down. She had incredible 
control of her cunt muscles. I could feel them massaging my 
shaft as she rode me.

     "Fuck me good," she whispered. "You fill me up. Ohhhhh, 
yes, all the way in. I'm gonna remember this fuck for a long 
time."

     I heard some springs creaking, and I thought it was the 
couch, but it seemed to coming from somewhere else. Then 
Suzanne said something to Mary Jo and I realized what was 
going on. Mary Jo was in a chair next to the couch, and she 
must have taken down her panties and started fingering 
herself when Suzanne started riding me. From the sounds of 
it, she was really getting into it.

     Suzanne was picking up the pace herself. "I'm gonna ride 
you like a bucking horse, you stallion," she whispered. She 
was bending low over me, and I felt something rub against my 
chest. My T-shirt was soaked in sweat by then; it felt like 
Suzanne's nipples were right against my skin. Then she sat up 
again and started moving faster.  It felt like my cock was 
getting rubbed raw as she squashed her pussy onto it over and 
over. This girl could fuck, man. 

     I had to fight back the urge to reach up and grab those 
massive tits. I wanted to play this one out and see what 
happened.

     So, anyway, Suzanne keeps riding my dick until finally I 
can feel her shivering and shaking on top of me. "Ohhhhh, 
Anthony," she says -- and she's still whispering, if you can 
believe that -- "Ohhhhh, Anthony, that was great!"



     Well, her shaking died down after a couple of minutes, and 
she started to get off of me. Just then, I heard Julia's voice 
coming from the back of the big living room, by the door to 
the storeroom. "I couldn't find the seat covers, but ..."

     "Sshhhh!" That was Charlene. "Anthony's still asleep."

     Now Julia was whispering too. "Sorry. I did ..."

     There was a thumping, bumping noise like a bunch of boxes 
tumbling to the floor -- which, as it turned out, is what 
happened.

     "Suzanne, what in the world are you doing!" It sounded like 
Julia was running over to the couch, still whispering. "My 
Lord!"

     "Oh, hush up, Julia," Suzanne said as my cock, still hard 
and thick, popped out of her cunt. "I was just having a little 
fun, that's all."

     "A little fun! Anthony's still asleep? Suzanne, you raped 
him!"

     "Oh, come on, Julia," Mary Jo put in. "A woman can't rape a 
man. Besides, there's no harm done. And I bet Anthony's having 
some really great dreams."

     "Mary Jo ... Mary Jo, get your hand out of your pussy! 
Charlene, button up that blouse. And Suzanne ... just get out of 
here!" From the sound of her voice, Julia was moving around to 
the front of the couch. Then I felt a tug on my sweatpants, 
like someone was pulling them back up.

     Now, the only explanation I can give you for what I did 
next is that I was still horny. Usually the first fuck I shoot 
off quick, but if I get hard again I stay hard forever. And I 
was, and I wanted more.

     So I opened my eyes and jumped back, calling out Julia's 
name. Because she was the one tugging up my pants. Only, 
when I jumped back, the pants stayed in her hands and she 
ended up holding them while I jumped out of them.

     "Julia, what are you doing?" I tried to sound upset and 
sleepy at the same time.

     She was looking good, like always -- a black cloud of hair, 
a bright red, tailored suit hugging her curves tightly, those 
great legs looking silky in black hose, pointy red high heels. 
But all I saw at that moment was her face, a mask of shock 
and surprise. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was 
working but, for once, nothing was coming out.

     I took a moment to look around. Charlene was on a chair 
facing me. Her cream-colored blouse was pulled apart and her 
tits were hanging out of her bra. Suzanne was next to the 
couch, completely naked, a satisfied smile on her face. Mary 
Jo was in a chair opposite Charlene. From the waist up she 
looked normal, blouse in place, makeup perfect. But she had 
stripped off her skirt and her panties were down around one 
ankle with her pantyhose.  Her feet were splayed apart. She 
had one hand holding open her pussy and three fingers of the 
other hand were buried inside.

     "Well," I said, "I see you all were having a good time. But it 
looks like you haven't had your turn yet, Julia."

     I turned back to her. She was still holding onto my 
sweatpants and jock, squatting on the far end of the couch. 
"No, Anthony," she started to say. I cut her off.

     "Well, I can't say as I'm surprised. I've seen the way you 
women look at me. Like a sex object. Well, all I can say is ... I 
love it. Come on, Julia, don't be shy." As I said that, I moved 
toward her, my cock bobbing ahead of me. Julia shrank back 
against the arm of the couch.

     "An-Anthony," she tried to start again. By then I was on 
top of her, pressing my lips to hers in a big, wet kiss as I 
stuck my tongue against hers.

     While I held her down with the weight of my body, my 
hands were busy tearing open her blouse and sliding up under 
her bra. I got to her tits and caressed the sides as I ground my 
meat into her crotch, pushing up her skirt. 

     She managed to pull her head away, gasping for breath. "No, 
Anthony," she said. "You don't understand ..."

     "Oh, he understands, Julia," Suzanne broke in. I felt a tug 
and looked down. Suzanne was yanking off her sister's shoes, 
hose and panties. I pushed up her skirt the rest of the way and 
saw it at last: Julia's pussy. 

     Julia started to say "no" again, but Suzanne told her to 
hush. "You're just as curious as the rest of us," she told her 
sister. "So lie back and enjoy it. Take it from me, Anthony is 
one hot fuck."

     By then I already had a finger at her slit, rubbing it around 
to get it all juiced up. It didn't take long before it was 
slippery enough to slide all the way in and I diddled Julia's 
cunt while my thumb twiddled her clit. I was licking and 
sucking at her breasts, wondering why Julia had finally shut 
up. She usually wasn't that easy to silence. Then I looked up 
and saw Charlene had moved over to the couch and was 
kissing Julia square on the mouth.

     "It's OK, Julia," Charlene said when she paused for a 
breath. "Really, it is."

     That was an interesting development, but I wasn't going to 
waste time thinking about it. My cock was hungry for some 
cunt. I spread Julia's legs and forced myself in between. She 
resisted a little, but Suzanne helped me and I got the head of 
my cock poised right at her cunt. She was so slick that I drove 
right in, shoving my dick in up to the hilt in Julia's warm, wet 
pussy.

     By the time I'd been fucking her for a few minutes she 
gave up the fight. Charlene sat back and Julia pulled me down 
to her. "Oh, hell," she said. "Suzanne was right. You've got a 
great cock, Anthony. Fuck my pussy for me, fuck it good. Let's 
show them what sex is really like."

     From then on Julia was possessed. She started humping 
back at me and pretty soon we were bouncing up and down on 
the couch like it was a trampoline. "I knew you wanted it 
bad," I started shouting. "Ride my stick, Julia. Fuck that black 
cock!"

     "You're so big!" she shouted back. "I've never been filled 
like this before! Damn, it's true what they say about black 
cocks! I can't take any more! Shit, I'm cummmmiiinnggg!"

     She quivered and shook under me for awhile. When I pulled 
out, my stick was still hard and I looked around for someplace 
else to put it. I saw Mary Jo shoving her fingers in and out of 
her twat like crazy.

     "I've got something better than fingers for that," I told her. 
Right away she got to her knees on the floor. "Well, don't just 
sit there," she said. "Show me what you've got, Anthony."

     So I crawled up behind her and stuck my cock up her cunt. I 
started to pump into her but she told me to stop. "Just hold 
still," Mary Jo said over her shoulder. "Let me do all the 
work."

     Damn if she didn't. She humped her ass at me, using her 
cunt muscles to massage my shaft. Meanwhile Suzanne had 
crawled over and I was massaging her huge tits and getting 
tongue from her. I think Julia and Charlene were sixty-nining 
it, but I was a little too busy to really notice.

     Mary Jo was so hot from her own finger-fucking that she 
came after just a while with me inside her. She was a 
screamer, though, yelling and screeching when it hit her. She 
finally crawled away, but before I could do anything Suzanne 
had taken her place.

     "Didn't you already get yours?" I asked her as I bent over 
her milky white body.

     "I thought you were asleep!"

     "Well, let's just say I had very vivid dreams," I whispered 
to her. 

     "In your dream you didn't get all of me," Suzanne said, 
wiggling her ample butt up at me. "Let's see if you can make 
me cum both ways!"

     I laughed and rubbed my hands on her cunt, still wet and 
sloppy. I covered her asshole with her pussy  juices and then 
slipped an index finger inside, slowly.

     "Yeah, that's it," she said sassily. "My ass is yours. Fuck me 
again!"

     I put the head of my cock to her hole. I could see it was 
going to be a tight fit. I spread her butt cheeks apart and 
slowly, slowly fed her my dick. The whole way in, Suzanne 
was urging me on, telling me to stuff her ass. 

     "OK, girl," I said, "get ready!" I started stroking.

     "Damn, that's tight," she said. 

     "Do you want me to pull out?"

     "Hell, no! Stick it to me! This is just getting good!"

     I kept up the motion. With one hand I grasped her waist; 
the other was busy getting a good feel of those huge boobs, 
with nipples the size of peanuts. They hung down from her 
chest like overfilled water balloons, jiggling as she shook 
from my fucking.

     Mary Jo had slid her cunt underneath Suzanne and now she 
was getting a tongue-lashing herself. "Suck my clit, Suzanne," 
Mary Jo called out. "Stick that nasty tongue in me. Do it!"

     Looking past her, I could see that Charlene and Julia 
definitely were locked together, each with her head buried in 
the other's pussy as they lay side by side.  From the volume of 
the moans, they were having a good time.

     My cock was having a good time too. The thrill of having 
all four of those women naked and horny must have been 
magic, because I'd never stayed so hard so long before. Once 
or twice it felt like I was gonna shoot, but then the feeling 
passed and I kept pumping away. I slipped my hand down from 
Suzanne's waist to her cunt, twiddling her clit. Almost at 
once she started flailing around beneath me. "You did it, 
Anthony!" she shouted. "You made me cum! My ass is sore but it 
was worth it!"

     I couldn't believe it. My cock was still as hard as a rock. 
While Suzanne collapsed on top of Mary Jo, I got up and 
walked toward Julia and Charlene, still locked in a 69.

     "It's your turn, Charlene," I said, grabbing hold of one of 
her big jugs and giving it a squeeze.  "Come on, Julia, let her 
go."

     They broke apart. Charlene backed away from me. "I don't 
think I can, Anthony," she said. "I've never done it before. And 
you're so big!"

     "Big or small, they all fit," Mary Jo said lazily. "Go ahead, 
Charlene."

     Charlene was whimpering. "I-I don't ... Will it hurt?"

     "Only for a little while," Julia said. "But with Anthony's 
equipment, it'll be worth it."

     "Well, OK, but be gentle," Charlene whispered.

     "Of course," I said as I led her to the couch and put her on 
her back. "Just spread your legs. That's it. I want to see that 
sweet little cunt of yours. Mmmmm, that looks good enough to 
eat." I bent down and started lapping up her sweet pussy 
liquor. I could tell she was nervous at first, but pretty soon 
she was getting into it and bucking her hips up at my tongue. I 
waited until she was really going crazy and then I moved up. I 
almost had my cock to her slit before she realized what was 
happening.

     "Oh, God, look, it'll never fit!" Charlene tried to push me 
away but I bore down on her. I watched as the fat head of my 
black cock pushed aside the pink folds of her pussy. Slowly, 
slowly until the whole tip was inside and her cunt lips closed 
around it.

     "Now, I'm going to hold it here for awhile until you get 
used to it," I whispered to her, bending down and nuzzling 
those massive tits. Her nipples were like ripe cherries on top. 

     I was still holding my cock just inside her when she 
started to buck up at me.

     "Oh, now you want it?" I fed it into her, inch by inch, until 
I could feel the tension of her maidenhead. "You're going to get 
it!" I drove through the membrane and as Charlene sighed 
softly I sank all the way in.

     Her legs rose around me, giving me complete access. "You 
really did it," she said, wide-eyed. "Oh, God, that feels great! 
Oh, Anthony, fuck me with that monster! I want to feel all of 
it!"

     I pumped her cunt, sliding my pole in and out while 
Charlene thrashed beneath me.

     When I looked over, Mary Jo, Suzanne and Julia were 
writhing around on the floor. It looked like they were angling 
for position.

     "What are you designing, women?" I asked, but then it was 
obvious. They linked up in a daisy chain. Julia's face was in 
Mary Jo's muff; Mary Jo had her tongue up Suzanne's slit and 
Suzanne was eating out Julia to complete the circle.

     "Forget them, just fuck ME!" Charlene demanded. She was 
clawing at my back with her fingernails. Then she grabbed 
hold of my ass and pulled it down. "Slam that cock into me, 
Anthony," she shouted. "Why did I ever wait so long for this? 
I've never felt anything this good. God, I could fuck you  
forever!"

     She darn near did, too. We kept it up for almost half an 
hour, me  pumping my sausage and Charlene bucking that 
pussy up at me. Halfway through we switched because I was 
getting too tired to hold myself up but she didn't want to quit. 
Charlene sat me down on the couch and then squatted over me, 
feeding my cock into her cunt.

     "Now, Charlene, you said to be gentle," I said, but she 
stopped me. "Screw that, I want to take you in," she screamed 
as she rode me wildly. She would lift all the way off and then 
slam down on my cock so hard it almost bent before her lips 
parted and I sank into her cunt.

     "Yes, yes, uh huh, fuck me, Anthony," Charlene whispered 
as she bent down, her boobs bouncing against my chest. She 
kissed me deep as she kept up her rhythm.

     "I don't think I can hold it in anymore," I warned her. 

     "No, damn it, I want some more," she said. The girl was 
going crazy.

     "It don't work that way, Charlene," I said. "When I gotta 
cum, I gotta CUMMMMMMM!"

     Lights flashed in my eyes. I never came so much. It seemed 
like buckets were pouring out of me and my cock kept pulsing 
as wave after wave of jism shot through.

     The impact sent Charlene over the edge too, screaming and 
smashing her fists into the back of the couch. "SHIIIIIITTTTT! 
That's good! That's .. that's ... AAAAGGGGGHHHH!"

     I held her on my lap as my cock started to shrink at last. 
My cum and her juices and our sweat all was pouring down. 
Her blond hair was plastered to her face and stuck to her 
smooth back.

     On the floor, Mary Jo, Julia and Suzanne came one after the 
other and fell back exhausted, too.

     I reached up and kneaded Charlene's tits as I looked over 
the room. Chairs were tipped over, rugs were kicked aside, 
clothes were tossed all over the place.

     "Julia," I said. She looked up, pussy juices smearing her 
face.

     "What is it, Anthony?"

     "I really like what you've done with the place."