Blind Date (13 page)

“I want Chris to make you come like that,” Merci whispered. She plucked away the throw pillow revealing Liv’s fingers pressing against her hidden clitoris.

Liv was even more drunk than Merci had thought. Perhaps she had gotten that way purposely so she would have an excuse for her behavior in the morning.

Merci was drunk as well—drunk enough not to be ashamed that the sight of Liv playing with herself made her own pussy tingle—but not drunk enough to do anything about the sensation.

While Merci was distracted with Liv, the Great White Hunter succeeded in pulling his remaining hand and leg free so that he could stretch the Jungle Queen flat on her back and pound her hairy pussy with his big white dick.

Liv pushed her now empty wine glass onto an end table and cupped her own breast. “All right!” she shouted. “I agree! Just hurry up and call him! And he better get here fast!”

Merci reached for her phone and hit the speed dial.

Chapter Thirty One

Chris

Lourdes tossed Chris’ cell phone on the front seat of her car while Maria and Chris piled into the back. Chris had his hands under Maria’s dress, trying to get it up past her waist and over her shoulders.

Maria couldn’t stop laughing with excitement as she tried to push her dress back down in place. Chris changed his intentions and buried his face between her legs, sucking her sky blue panties into his mouth.

Maria squealed with delight, moving her hands from defending her dress so she could grab hold of Chris’ hair and muscle his head harder against her pussy.

“Children, children,” Lourdes laughed. “We have to close the car door before we start fucking. I can’t drive you home with the door open.”

Chris ignored her, hooking his fingers into the waist of Maria’s panties then rising off her pussy so he could yank the garment off. He flung the sky blue material carelessly into the front seat where they landed in Lourdes’ lap.

A familiar ringtone sounded, distracting him. He started to turn toward Lourdes but Maria yanked his face back down into her pussy and clamped her thighs tight against Chris’ ears.

“Damn, it’s Roberto again!” Lourdes hissed. She turned Chris’ phone off and tossed it to the floor.

Chris tried to rise up again, but Maria held him tighter, begging him to suck her at the top of her lungs.

After a few more moments of half-hearted resistance, Chris gave in, opening Maria’s labia with his tongue and tasting her creamy wetness.

Maria responded instantly, bucking her hips and grinding her pussy even harder into Chris’ mouth. He grabbed hold of her by both ass cheeks and burrowed inside, shaking his mouth from side to side as he stretched his tongue to delve deeper inside of her. His nose snuggled hard against Maria’s clit, causing her to tighten the grip of her thighs on Chris’ head. He lunged forward, engulfing the little knob in his mouth and sucking it in as hard as he could.

Maria screamed and came, showering Chris’ face with her juices.

He kept right on sucking, forcing her to buck and grind her tan little body in a vain effort to escape the pleasure of his mouth.

Chris loved every moment of it. He loved the power he felt in driving this stranger over the edge of self control. He loved the feel of her wet lips smacking against his chin and her creamy wetness bathing his face. He loved the little knob of swollen flesh which she so desperately wanted to get back out of his mouth. And he utterly exalted in the raging hard on which this squirming bundle of pleasure had made of his cock.

He reared up off Maria’s wreathing body and jerked open his belt.

“Whoa there, Blondie, slow down!” Lourdes said. Somehow she had gotten out of the driver’s seat and come around the car behind him. That was okay with Chris. He would fuck her too right here against the car.

He reached over to circle an arm around Lourdes waist.

“Hold on,” she said. “I want to see you fuck her too! But you can’t do it here in the parking lot. Cops are always driving by to check for drunk drivers. We have to go someplace else.”

Maria regained just enough self control to struggle into more of a sitting position. The bottom of her dress slipped back down to cover her pussy, but not before Chris got a glimpse of her final tattoo.

“Let me see that!” he demanded, forgetting Lourdes warning.

Chris pushed up Maria’s dress and examined the tattoo on her well-shaven
mons
. It was a snake slithering down toward her pussy, mouth opened wide to bite her clitoris. It looked both creepy and exciting.

Chris leaned forward to lick Maria’s clit again, his tongue moving from the swollen knob of flesh to the head of the tattooed snake.

Lourdes put her foot on Chris’ ass and pushed him deeper into the car, then slammed the door behind him.

Chris didn’t mind. He pushed Maria further across the seat so he could continue licking her pussy. He wanted to see how many more times he could make Maria come before Lourdes got them wherever they were going.

Chapter Thirty Two

Merci

“Where is he?” Merci wondered.

On the screen, the Great White Hunter pulled out of his sexy conquest and showered cum across her gloriously dark mahogany body. The first ejaculation spit all the way up to the Jungle Queen’s cheek bone. The sticky white fluid stretched down her neck, over one chocolate nipple and across most of her sleek beautiful stomach. The Hunter kept right on pumping his hand, sending out a second stream almost identical to the first one. This one spattered into the Queen’s chin, slipped down into her cleavage and trailed a path of ivory semen all the way to her navel.

The third and fourth eruptions were less forceful, but still copious, and the Hunter continued to pump his hand as if he expected his cock to produce more.

Liv sprang to her feet in frustration. “I’ll kill him!” she said. “How dare he leave the two of us stranded like this?”

Merci spoke into her phone, leaving Chris another message. “Where are you, baby? You’ve got two horny women desperate to suck and fuck your cock. Get here! Call me!”

“Arrgh!” Liv raged. “He’s probably out fucking some bimbo! I warned you about him!”

She stormed around the couch to the credenza and poured two new glasses of wine. When she looked up again, the Jungle Queen was happily smearing the Hunter’s white semen all over her dark body.

“Oh, gross, Merci, that’s a little much, don’t you think?”

Merci stared at the screen, her mouth slightly open as she watched. “Oh, I don’t know. I like it a little dirty. Don’t you?”

Liv smiled. “With the right man? Oh yes!”

She came around the couch and handed Merci her glass. “So what do you want to do? Head out to a bar and pick up two dumb men?”

Merci found herself genuinely considering the suggestion. She was seriously ticked at Chris for screwing up her plans—not that she thought he was out cheating on her. She was certain he wouldn’t do that.

“Let’s give him a little more time,” she suggested. “We’ll watch one more scene and then decide if we wait for him or go out on the prowl.”

Liv shrugged and sat back on the couch. “Whatever you want—he’s your stupid boyfriend.”

It was great to have Liv back.

Merci settled herself into a more comfortable position beside her and took a long soothing drink of wine. “I think you’ll like this next scene—especially considering what we’re trying to do tonight.”

The movie was already moving on. The camera angle took on a new perspective as if it were a person spying on a sexy blonde in safari gear as she walked through some palm leaves and crouched down next to a body of water. It wasn’t clear if the water was supposed to be a river, lake or pond—but at least it wasn’t obviously a swimming pool.

The blonde tested the water with her hand, and then stood up, glancing furtively from left to right. She removed her pith helmet, spilling a long tangle of remarkably clean hair down over her shoulders. Then she cautiously began to unbutton her khaki blouse, pausing twice to fearfully check over her shoulder in the direction of the camera. Beneath the khaki blouse she wore a lacey white bra which was barely capable of restraining her enormous breasts.

The camera edged closer, as if the secret witness wanted a better view.

The blonde wiggled her hips as she pushed her short khaki skirt down to her ankles revealing gray thong panties—perfect attire for trekking through the jungle. Then she kicked off her sneakers and after one final furtive glance, reached behind her and unfastened the strap of her bra.

For some reason, she had to turn toward her unseen observer to finish this process, spilling her enormous cherry nipples directly into the camera.

“So this is what you like, Merci? Well-endowed white girls getting naked?” Liv was no longer touching herself, but her hand rested near her groin as if she hoped the movie would inspire her to start again.

“Just watch the movie,” Merci told her. She picked up the remote and hit fast forward.

The blonde dropped her panties revealing a sparse bush, and then moved into the water, splashing herself and pretending to bathe.

The camera angle changed from looking through the leaves to peering toward shore from the surface of the water. The naked blonde moved closer to the camera, the water lapping at her pubes.

On shore, the branches parted to reveal a naked white man stepping to the water’s edge. He tossed some clothing to the ground and stroked his growing erection as he watched the woman.

Liv applauded. “A man at last! Are you going to try yours again? Or are you ready to go out?”

Merci picked up the phone and hit the speed dial.

The woman on the screen noticed the man on shore and squealed, falling into deeper water in her haste to get away from him. The man dived toward her, surfacing just close enough to take the woman into his arms. She made a token struggle before conceding to her desire and burying her tongue deep in his mouth.

“Chris, baby, we’re reduced to watching
The Great White Hunters and the Jungle Queen
. Get over here and satisfy us!”

The man sucked hard on the blonde’s tits. Liv slipped her hand on top of Merci’s where it rested on the remote control and pressed the play button, ending the fast-forward search mode. A moment later the blonde reared up on screen, took a deep breath, and submerged herself in the water so she could start to suck the man’s cock.

Merci’s breath caught in her throat. Liv appeared unaware that her small white hand still rested on Merci’s dark one. Her friend was leaning forward in her seat, watching the woman bob up and down beneath the water. “This is getting better,” she muttered.

Merci was afraid to speak. Liv’s hand on hers made her flesh burn with excitement. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she regretted that the movie had one more comic interruption before things really started happening.

With a Tarzan-like wail, the Jungle Queen swung on to the screen to splash into the water a few feet from the love-making. The water-level camera was now revealed to be a very artificial looking crocodile. The Jungle Queen rolled over and over with the beast until she vanquished it with her knife. Then she half-supported the white couple out of the water where she dropped the man on the shore before turning her attention to the white woman.

The Queen lay the woman on her back and began to innocently explore her fair skin, poking and prodding her breasts before bending down to taste the swollen nipples.

“Oh my,” Liv said, tightening her grip on Merci’s hand as the Queen’s fingers slid down the blonde’s stomach to stroke between the woman’s legs.

“Oh my,” Liv repeated herself.

The blonde regained consciousness, moaning encouragement to her new lover. Her fingers entwined themselves in the black woman’s hair and pulled her mouth harder onto her breast.

Out of the corner of her eye, Merci could see Liv touch herself again. The timing was almost perfect—if only Chris would get here.

The blonde pulled at the Jungle Queen’s waist, encouraging her to change positions, turning around so that her legs would straddle the blonde’s face. This had the added benefit of placing the black woman’s mouth directly above the blonde’s pussy.

The white woman’s lips came up just as the black woman’s went down and two tongues darted forth to taste feminine juices.

Liv’s hand on top of Merci’s made the scene more intense than ever. Merci feared to move, but like Liv she didn’t seem able to stop her free hand from creeping down to her crotch. It had to be the wine. She always got so horny when she drank a lot of wine.

The two women on the screen began to suck furiously. Liv’s hand tightened across Merci’s fingers. A quick glance to the left proved Liv’s nipples were as excited as her own. Her friend’s right hand disappeared inside her pants.

That seemed like a good idea to Merci too.

The man on the screen suddenly awoke. He couldn’t help but notice the two women making love beside him. If his erection had ever faded it instantly returned in all of its blazing glory as he rolled first to his hands and knees, and then carefully positioned himself behind the Jungle Queen.

The blonde suddenly noticed the swollen purple head of her first lover’s hard cock hovering near her face. She left off sucking the Queen’s black lips to plant a kiss on its underside, but it seemed that the white man was no longer interested in his blonde friend. He pulled his cock back away from her pink mouth and rubbed the swollen head against the Queen’s slick black labia. She pressed back against him, encouraging the hunter to enter her.