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Watching Gail

By: DaveDevlin



February 1991 

After running six miles on the treadmill Gail Chong turned off her Walkman and mopped her sweaty face and neck with a towel. After resting a little she pumped some iron in the campus gym. It was Saturday morning and the place was packed with students and she had to wait her turn at many of the machines. Throw in the fact that it was an unusually hot day in February and the air conditioning in the gym was broken. Brilliant! But she maintained her patience, being friendly and courteous to her fellow students, as Guns and Roses was blasted into her ears. 

After completing a few sets of arm curls using dumbbell weights, she worked in with a guy at the fly machine. When she was done she wiped her perspiration off the seat and moved on. She noticed some guys checking her out. They'd stare but rarely approached her. Her male friends said it was because of her size and shape and the fact that she was intimidating. She didn't think she was intimidating. . .well, maybe sometimes. But she was glad she didn't have to worry about guys hitting on her all the time. 

You see, Gail was big and tall for an Asian woman, and was glad she broke all the stereotypes associated with them. She wasn't submissive, obedient, shy, passive, good at massages, didn't believe in women doing all the work, didn't like Hello Kitty, and was horrible at math and the sciences. She wasn't a bad driver and definitely wasn't the model minority. Instead, she cursed aloud at terrible drivers (especially the Asian ones), played air guitar and air drums while driving, banged her head to metal behind the wheel, occasionally got Ds and Fs on her class work, got fired from a work-study job, liked wrestling guys (especially arm wrestling), and liked all men, not just white guys. In fact, she belonged to the Asian Student Union and facilitated a workshop on the whole Asian women dating white men issue. 

Gail was nearly six feet tall and had a thick, muscular build (but she wasn't fat or chubby). She thought some of her best features were her huge, muscular thighs and calves. Some of the guys working out agreed, as they looked at them. She heard one young man whisper to his friend, "God, look how big her thighs and calves are. Never saw such a big Asian girl before." Her butt was big and curvy like a black woman's, another feature that stopped men dead in their tracks and made their jaws drop open. Her breasts were large, her lips big and full, her shoulder length black hair big and wavy like her favorite big hair rockers. Her skin complexion was brown. 

She used a bunch of leg machines, ending with the leg press. Guns and Roses's "Civil War" blared from her Walkman's earphones. When she finished her last set her Scorpion's T-shirt and tight purple shorts were drenched in sweat. Her big butt cheeks bulged out a little from the shorts and she pulled the shorts down occasionally. Then she wiped her sweat off the machine's seat. 

After taking a quick shower, she walked out to her bike in her flip flops and rode through the streets of Davis until she reached her house. She took off her helmet and went in, smelling fresh Chinese food. 

Her cousin and roommate, Linda, was making fried rice. Compared to Gail, she was shorter and had pale skin, had an athletic physique, and had short dark hair. 

"Smells delicious!" Gail said. 

"Thanks. Irene and Steve should be back soon." 

"Okay." Gail took out the chow fun she prepared last night and heated it up in the oven. 

Moments later, a slender black woman and a stocky white man came in with bags in their hands. These were Gail and Linda's roommates, Irene and Steve. 

Irene put her hands up in the air, laughing. "I know, I know, I'm lame and uncreative. I should've cooked something. It's a potluck and barbeque. But I opted for the easy way and bought something." 

"It's okay," Gail said. "What'd you get?" 

"Gumbo and fried chicken. I know, stereotypical. We're celebrating Chinese New Year, Black History Month, and your birthday all in one, remember?" 

Gail beamed. "Yeah! February's an awesome month. What'd you get, Steve?" 

"What else? Booze!" He put the bottles and cans into the fridge and a large cooler. 

Irene handed Gail a pointed birthday hat that looked like a dunce cap and she put it on, strapping the rubber band under her chin. "There you go! Stunning!" Irene said. 

Linda laughed. "Hey, don't you wanna get out of that Def Leppard shirt and purple shorts?" 

"Why?" Gail asked. "I like them. Besides, it's hot outside." 

"Speaking of music," Irene said, dashing off to the living room for a second to throw on a rap CD. Loud, vibrating bass heavy music shook and rattled the window frames and floor. She returned to the kitchen. 

"Hey, 'Rene, isn't your brother coming later?" Linda asked. 

Irene grinned mischievously. "Oh, yeah. . .he is, finally. He keeps flaking out on me. But he promised me he'd come today. . .he always asks about you, Gail. . ." 

Gail was intrigued, turning to her. "What do you mean?" 

Irene's maintained her naughty smile. "Marcus is always askin' if you're single. He didn't make any moves before 'cause you had a boyfriend. But I told him you're single now and I think my little brother's interested in you. Don't disappoint my baby brother now, girl!" 

"Wait, he came here before, didn't he?" Gail asked, pushing her glasses up her nose. 

"Yeah, for my birthday party, remember?" 

Gail laughed. "That's right. The male stripper that burst out of that giant cake! Nice lap dance!" 

"There you go." 

"Your brother came to one of my hula dancing classes, too, right? 

Irene nodded, chuckling. "He stared at your big thighs and calves under that grass skirt all afternoon. Said he enjoyed watching you dance barefoot." 

Linda hooted and howled. "Baby!" 

"He thought you were either Filipina, Hawaiian, or Japanese." 

"Nope, one hundred percent Chinese, baby!" Gail replied. "What else did he say?" Her expression was curious. 

"He asked if you dated black guys and I told him you were one of the most open-minded people I know. Although I remember you telling me in the past about your preference for Asian men." 

"I've expanded my preferences since." 

"So you're interested, I take it?" 

"Well, I don't remember much about Marcus so let me refresh my memory later and see how it goes." 

"You sure seem to remember him! Oh, the volleyball match!" Irene said, eyes wide open. 

"Huh?" 

"When you and the other members of the Asian Student Union had that barbeque last summer and played volleyball in the sand. Me, Marcus, and a couple of his friends stopped by, remember?" 

Gail thought a moment, nodding. "Talk about baking under the sun!" 

"You guys chatted briefly and I recall him commenting on your tight purple shorts with your booty cheeks sticking out!" 

Linda hooted and howled again, putting the fried rice in a large bowl. 

"And him staring at your legs and enjoying watching you play barefoot." 

Steve came in, scratching his head. "What's all this barefoot stuff about?" 

Gail put on her ankle sweatbands and walked barefoot to the door after someone rang the doorbell. Her other cousins, Robert, Max, and Karen greeted and hugged her and came in with their dishes. Several minutes later, Gail's brother arrived with egg rolls, pot stickers, and chow mein. 

He eyed her from head to toe, mouth gaped open. "Whoa! You've gotten more muscular!" 

"Been hitting the gym a lot." 

Irene came over, smiling. "So this is your little bro. Hi, I'm Irene." They shook hands. 

"Yep," Gail said, towering over him. "I used to protect him from bullies at school. Remember that time we walked home from school and I beat up those three boys that were harassing you?" 

Irene raised her eyebrows. "Wow! Impressive." 

Her brother smiled. "She ain't lying. My big sister can fight." 

The rap CD ended and someone threw on a Beasties Boys album. The windows rattled again as "You Gotta Fight for your Right to Party" started. Gail's cousin, Robert, tapped her pointed birthday hat, chuckling. 

"Cute!" he said. "So are we gonna do the Dragon Boat or not?" 

"I'm game." 

"Cool. I'll bring the registration forms when I see you in class." 

"Me and Linda are coordinating another ASU barbeque and volleyball match. Want to play?" 

"When?" 

"Second Saturday of next month." 

"I think I'll be free. What other activities are happening?" 

"Also in March we're going to volunteer at that Chinese senior center in Sacramento. There's another event at this Chinese church in town where we're going to help the seniors make scrapbooks." 

Robert frowned. "Sorry, I think I'll pass on the old fogies." 

The doorbell rang again and Gail opened it. Standing in the doorway was a young African American man, average build, with a close cropped afro. He wore big sunglasses, a Cowboys jersey, and baggy jeans. 

"How you doin'?" he asked with a charming smile. "Well, well, well, it's the birthday girl, Gail." 

"Yep. . .you're Marcus?" 

"The one and only, the legendary." 

She laughed and they shook hands. 

He took a wrapped gift out of his pants pocket and handed it to her. "Happy birthday." 

"Thanks." 

"Baby brother!" Irene said, giving him a big hug and a kiss. "Finally came after flaking out on me so many times!" 

"Hey, I'm here, ain't I?" 

Irene laughed, kissing him on the cheek again. "I miss you. How they treatin' you down in the Bay Area?" 

"Okay. Can I get a beer?" 

She chuckled. "Sure!" They went to the cooler sitting on the backyard's deck and she handed him a Corona. Steve was flipping burgers, hotdogs, and chicken wings, dressed in a tacky white chef's hat and apron. People were sitting at tables, on lounge chairs, and others sat inside in the living room. Some boogied to the Beastie Boy's "Brass Monkey." That led into "No Sleep Till Brooklyn." Two people were playing Frisbee in the small yard. 

"What do you think of Gail?" Irene whispered. 

"She seems cool," Marcus replied, drinking some beer. "She's still ripped." 

"Go mingle with her," she encouraged. 

"I will, I will. . .let your lil bro work his magic, you dig?" 

Linda and Gail talked briefly in Linda's bedroom. 

"So what do you think of Marcus?" Linda whispered. 

Gail shrugged. "Seems like a nice guy. It's hard to say after having only a handful of conversations with him." 

"You think he's good looking?" 

She nodded. "Yeah. What do you think of him?" 

"Not my type. Well, go socialize with him," Linda said optimistically. 

Gail walked barefoot into the living room where her other cousins and friends, as well as some of Steve's and Irene's friends, chatted away and danced. Run DMC blared from the speakers. Steve strolled in, drinking beer and shaking his booty. People laughed. 

Later, they played Charades in the living room. They divided themselves into groups and Marcus wound up on a team with Gail, Robert, and Linda. Gail's team sat on the floor, with her sitting very close to Marcus she could smell his cologne. He accidentally touched her bare feet several times but she didn't mind. A couple of times he intentionally brushed his hand against her bare, muscular thighs. His ring got entangled with one of her ankle sweatbands. Again, she didn't seem to notice. She smelled of Coppertone sunscreen and was turning him on. Gail didn't see his massive erection protruding from his jeans. But Linda did. 

Gail 'acted out' the name of a movie for her teammates and Robert got the answer. When she had to use hand gestures to describe another film Marcus gave the wrong answer, cursing with a grin. Eventually, the other team won. 

Gail smiled at Marcus. "You did good." 

"I sucked!" 

"Hey, you tried. Give yourself credit." 

"Yeah. . .you play board games a lot?" 

"Whenever we have parties here." 

"Which is fairly often, I take it. According to my sister." 

"Yeah, I guess you can say that. Partying and hanging out with friends is a great way to relieve stress and unwind from school. But I wouldn't call myself your typical partying college student." 

Marcus drank his Corona. "How would you describe yourself then?" They were still sitting close to one another, mainly because the music was loud and they were trying to hear what the other was saying. Her foot touched him a few times, and her Coppertone still aroused him. 

"Well, I don't drink a lot and I don't do drugs." 

"Not even pot?" 

"I've tried it once or twice but it's not my cup of tea." 

He drank more beer, shooting her a flirtatious smile. "What is your cup of tea?" 

"Weight lifting, working out, outdoor activities. I like keeping active." 

He checked out her brawny arms, chest, and legs. "I can see that. You bodybuild?" 

Irene came over with a camera and snapped a couple of pictures of them, winking and smiling. Gail smelled marijuana. 

"Everyone's been encouraging me to enter competitions but I haven't. I've been so busy with school, the ASU, and other stuff." 

"You should do it. You'd win the heavyweight class easily. Piece of cake." 

She thought about it. "We'll see." Marcus asked a question but she couldn't hear it with the music cranked up. So she leaned in closer to him. "I'm sorry?" 

"My sister says you like wrestling guys." His grin grew naughty. Her bare foot brushed against him again. 

Gail started blushing and laughing. 

He leaned closer to her and asked, "So the rumors are true then?" 

She continued laughing. 

Marcus curled his right hand, creating a mock microphone, putting it up to her mouth. "Miss Gail, Channel 5 news is dying to know: do you like wrestling guys?" 

Her face was still red. "Uhh, no comment," she said, chuckling. 

"I take that as a yes." 

"Well, I am on the school wrestling team. I'll leave it at that." 

He put the microphone up to his lips. "Okay, I'm satisfied. . .Irene says you never lost an arm wrestling match." 

"Gee, she sure gossips a lot!" 

He finished his Corona. "Let's see if you can remain undefeated. C'mon." 

She followed him to a table in the backyard and they sat down. The music was turned down and people gathered around the table to watch. After locking hands, Linda counted to three and they started. Gail's brawny brown arm overpowered him, almost slamming his to the table's surface. But Marcus wasn't going to give up without a fight. He mustered all the strength he could and came back with a vengeance, pushing her arm to within inches of the table. Their hands remained clenched for a few minutes until she finally overwhelmed him and slammed his arm down. People started hooting and cheering. 

Gail bowed sarcastically. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." 

Next up was Robert, whom she easily beat. And then there was Steve, a more formidable opponent considering his stocky build. He, like Marcus put up a good resistance for a few minutes, their hands and arms sweaty. But in the end Gail came away victorious again. 

She bowed once more, tapping her pointed birthday hat. "Birthday girl wins all!" 

More cheering and applause. Marcus stirred up a ruckus, chanting, "Rematch! Rematch!" She capitulated and they sat down again, embracing their hands tightly. Irene counted to three and they were off. Irene snapped a shot of the battle with her camera. One would think Gail was exhausted, spent from all the wrestling but on the contrary, she still had a lot of energy. Surprisingly, she slammed Marcus's arm down within seconds. 

More rowdy cheering followed. 

Marcus took a deep breath, raising his eyebrows. "Girl, where'd you learn to do that?" 

March 1991 

After working out at the gym, Gail went to the campus office of the ASU. Robert and some other members were crowded around a radio, listening carefully. 

"What happened?" Gail asked him. 

"An African American guy got the crap beat out of him by the LAPD." 

She frowned. "Oh, shoot." She heard the newscaster say the name, "Rodney King." 

"Let's grab a burrito and then study," Robert said, slinging on his backpack. 

As they were munching on their burritos, Robert asked, "So have you talked to Irene's brother?" 

She shook her head. "No, I've been really busy with school and coordinating all these ASU activities. He left a message on our house answering machine. I've been meaning to call him back." 

"You like him?" 

"I don't know. . .he's a nice guy. . .but I don't know." She laughed. "I feel kind of pressured by Irene, like I'm not supposed to disappoint her. I wonder how she'll react if I'm not interested in him." 

"Just be honest, be yourself and go with your gut instinct." 

She nodded. "We haven't even gone out yet. It's weird jumping the gun, you know?" 

He drank some sofa. "Do you want to date him?" 

She shrugged. "I don't know. . .again, I feel Irene breathing down my back, that I should just to please her. We're really close friends, I've known her a long time." 

"Yeah, looks like you're in a tough spot." 

"Uh-hmm. We'll see what happens. Have you ever dated a black girl before?" 

He shook his head. 

"Why not?" 

He shrugged. "Just never happened. I guess I'm attracted to Asian girls." 

April 1991 

A month later, as she was running along a quiet trail she bumped into Marcus. He was dressed in a sweat suit, jogging with a dog. She wore a Guns and Roses shirt and tight blue shorts, Loverboy's "Working for the Weekend" blasting from her Walkman's headphones. She didn't even notice him, absorbed in the music. He waved at her and she turned off the Walkman, smiling at him and his Beagle 

"Hey," she said. "How've you been?" 

"Good. And yourself?" 

"Doing okay." She knelt down in front of the dog, patting him gently. "Aw, he's so cute and adorable! What's his name?" 

"Chewie." 

"Like from Star Wars?" 

"Exactly." 

"Love that name. You hear me, Chewie? You're cute. Ooooh, that's a good boy!" 

Chewie wagged his tail and rubbed his head against her calf affectionately. She patted his head again and said, "So do you jog here often?" 

"No. I visited my grandma and some friends up in Sacramento and decided to come here and just chill out." 

"And not visit your big sister? Shame on you! I'm gonna tell!" she said, laughing. 

He put his finger to his lips. "Shhhhh!" 

She continued laughing. 

"Naw, I'm gonna visit her later. In fact, you wanna join us for lunch later? My treat." 

She gave Chewie one final pat and stood up. "Nah, I better not. You guys need family bonding time. I do that all the time with my brother and cousins." 

"Know what you mean, but it really wouldn't be a problem if you came. By the way, you and your brother look alike." 

She beamed. "Yeah, lots of people have noticed the close family resemblance. You look like your sister a little." 

"I do? Yuck!" 

Gail laughed. She liked his sense of humor. It was something she noticed early on and thought it was fun sharing laughs with him. She patted Chewie again. The dog rubbed sniffed her shoes, rubbing his head against her legs. 

"Aw, cute little boy!" she said. 

"We should get together sometime." 

She paused. "Sure. Sorry I didn't call back earlier. Was super busy." 

"I understand. . .hey, wanna catch a movie?" 

She hesitated. "Which one?" 

"The Silence of the Lambs. That looks good." 

"Yeah, it's gotten great reviews. . .okay. When do you want to go?" 

"How about this Saturday?" 

She thought a moment. "This weekend's not good." 

"How about next Saturday?" 

"That'll work." 

That night, she made some mix tapes for her Walkman. She grabbed a stack of her hard rock and metal records and recorded them onto cassettes. She had some compact discs too and recorded those as well. Afterwards she did some studying in her room. An hour later there was a knock on her door. 


Watching Gail Ch. 02



June 1991 

Two days later Marcus came back to her house. First, they wound up in the kitchen. He stood in the middle of the room, facing the windows. Gail hung onto his neck, her feet off the ground, her muscular legs straddled tightly around him. He supported her by holding her booty. 

After guiding his long manhood into her pussy he started pumping fast, his nuts flopping against her rear end. They were unaware that her next door neighbors, an Asian couple, were watching intently. Her big, curvy ass faced them, and Marcus continuously slapped it. The Asian wife stared, her eyes bulging out of their sockets. 

Marcus's dick slipped out and Gail eagerly helped him insert it back in. Her big brown eyes locked with his, connecting and sharing this wonderful, super horny journey they were on. Even though he faced the windows, he didn't see the Asian couple. 

Marcus pumped faster and she rode him, going up and down, hands around his powerful neck. Soon, they climaxed. 

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Gail screamed. "Ooooooooooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooooooooooh! Ooooooooooooooooh! Oooooooooooooooh!" 

For the second round, the Asian couple was treated to seeing Gail and Marcus in the bedroom. He was lying down and she was on top of him. He fondled her tits. She lowered herself so that they hung over his smiling face. He kissed and sucked them, emphasizing her big, dark nipples. He bit the nipples and she winced. All the while, she stroked his cock. Lowering herself even more, she sucked it, licking his balls slowly and passionately. The way he liked it. 

Then they did it doggie-style but his dick was inside her anus this time. Initially, he had trouble getting it in and she looked skeptically at his penis's gigantic head. "God, how can you even fit that in?" 

"It's been inside bootys a lot smaller than yours," he said with reassurance. 

When it finally achieved entry she winced in pain a little. After that, it was easy. It helped, of course, that he lubricated her anus. Gail just relaxed and everything was fine. 

Marcus thrusted gently at first and then went quicker. He kept slapping that big brown ass, reaching forward occasionally to play with her breasts and nipples. He licked her back, burying his dark face in her sweaty black hair. The Asian husband watching through the window raised his eyebrows, his mouth a giant O. 

Seconds later, Marcus and Gail's chorus of loud moans pierced the tranquil residential area. 

Gail and Marcus stayed in the bedroom for round three. She lied on the bed, spreading her legs wide open as he mounted her in the missionary position. When he was inside her she straddled her legs around him. Their eyes locked once more, the connection of the journey shared and enjoyed. The bed rocked hard as he pumped fast and hard. The bedsprings squeaked like mad. Gail's deep moans echoed throughout the house and out the window. The Asian couple leaned their elbows against the window sill and continued looking. 

Within seconds, she felt the spectacular orgasm. He shot every single last drop of his precious, warm cum into her. 

The following Saturday Gail and Brian went to the dog show. She had second thoughts about going because she was dating Marcus now and didn't want to give Brian the wrong impression. She almost called to cancel but thought it over some more. She'd be open to being just friends with Brian, if he was okay with that. 

Sitting behind the wheel of her 1984 Toyota Tercel station wagon, she signaled and switched over to the slow lane. 

"Thanks again for driving," Brian said. 

"Thanks for the free pass. I'd say it's a fair tradeoff. Besides, I need to run the car every now and then. Otherwise, the battery dies." 

One of her mix tapes was playing. AC/DC's "Who Made Who" blasted from the speakers and she banged her head to the music, playing air guitar and air drums. "These are the only musical instruments I know how to play." 

Brian laughed. "Nice variety of hard rock on this cassette. Also, this is a nice car." 

"It's a hand me down from my parents. It does the job." 

"Are you close to them?" 

"Yes. But I only see them during major holidays and the summer break. Do you get along with your folks?" 

He nodded. "And it's easy for me to visit them since they're in the Bay Area." 

"Cool." Def Leppard's "Rock of Ages" came on later and they both sang and played air guitar and drums. 

A car cut in front of her, without signaling and without warning. She glared at the Asian driver and said, "Did you just get off the boat from Hong Kong, amigo?" 

Brian turned red, remaining silent. 

They arrived in Sacramento later, parking at the venue. They had good seats, watching various dogs being paraded in the arena with their owners. When she turned away for a moment Brian sneaked a look at her, checking out her muscular legs beneath tight jeans and muscular chest and back under a shirt. She wore flip flops. 

Gail experienced a little anxiety, wondering if he was going to make a move. 

"Are you Japanese or Filipino?" he asked. 

She laughed. 

"What's so funny?" 

"I get that a lot. Sometimes people start talking to me in Tagalog or think that I have relatives that were placed in the internment camps during World War II. They'll say, aren't you so and so's granddaughter, great granddaughter, or niece?" 

"Really?" 

She nodded. 

"But you're actually. . .?" 

"Chinese." 

"Can you speak Mandarin and Cantonese?" 

"I can speak some Cantonese. I think I'm better understanding it than speaking it. But if I went to China I think I could get by." 

"Can you read or write it?" 

"None of the above." She chuckled. "My brother and I didn't learn it in school, we learned it at home. And often times at home, when they asked us something in Chinese, we'd reply in English." 

"Gotcha." He looked at her muscles again. "So, are you using steroids?" he asked, laughing. 

She got the joke, laughing with him. "Nope. What you see here is one hundred and ten percent natural, from pumping iron and exercising." 

"Wow! Well, you look great. Some guys prefer slender, petite women. But I like 'em big and thick." 

"Really?" Oh, here we go! Gail thought. 

They watched some more dogs pass by. "I've been to bodybuilding shows, fitness competitions. As a matter of fact, I saw your name on the school wrestling team roster. I've been meaning to check out matches but never got around to it." 

"Well, you should. We've got a great team this year." 

He grinned. "You've wrestled guys before?" 

"Uhhh, I have." 

"Do you like wrestling them more or women?" 

"Uhmm, let's see. . .wrestling guys seems more fun, especially if they're smaller than me. Then that way I can have my way." She chuckled. 

"I bet you do!" An awkward pause settled in before he said, "Well, I'm smaller and shorter than you. . .wanna wrestle me?" 

"Right now?" 

He laughed. "No, not now. Sometime later." 

Gail looked away, mulling it over. Some dogs ran by them. "Maybe. . .have you wrestled a woman before?" 

"Arm wrestling, yeah, when I was a kid with my sisters." 

"Does that kinda stuff turn you on, Brian?" 

"Yeah, I find muscular women attractive." 

"Have you ever had a buff girlfriend?" 

"I have." 

After the dog show ended, they had lunch at a coffee shop. They drove around and explored Sacramento later, winding up at the zoo. 

"Wow, it's been a day full of animals," she commented, looking at the tigers in their cage. 

"Yeah." He gave his camera to another patron and he took a picture of Brian and Gail in front of the cage. Brian took another photo of her as she stood looking at the monkeys. For some reason Gail didn't mind being photographed. She should, she mused, given the fact that Marcus was in her life now. She thought of him intermittently throughout the day, wondering what he was doing, where he was. She even thought of calling him from a pay phone when Brian took forever in the men's bathroom. She and Marcus's carnal adventures flashed through her mind, making her grin devilishly. 

When they left the zoo Brian suggested going to see a movie. 

Gail looked at her watch. "It's getting late. Plus, the traffic going back to Davis is probably bad now." 

"More reason to sit in a nice, air conditioned theater instead of being cooped up in a hot car. C'mon, you don't wanna be miserable, do you?" 

She yawned. "Okay." 

They saw Dances With Wolves at an independent theater that played old movies. During the film she thought about how she wasn't doing a very good job conveying to Brian that she wasn't interested in him romantically. I mean, she spent the whole day with him, went to all these places. Not good at all. Yet, she had to honestly admit that Brian was fun to hang out with and easy to talk to. They had some things in common, shared some interests, were ex-classmates, etc. They flirted about wrestling, yeah, yeah. Even though she liked Marcus she found Brian to be a nice buddy to socialize with. 

She had mixed emotions about the whole thing which meant she was in a bit of a dilemma. When they left the theater the nighttime skies were clear and starry. They had fun singing to more hard rock and heavy metal tunes on the drive back to Davis. 

Gail was busy at the pet store over the next couple of weeks. Customers seemed to be coming nonstop and she was a jack-of-all-trades: working the cash register, stocking merchandise, doing janitorial work, pricing items, and so on. 

One afternoon Brian came in to buy some dog food. "How've you been?" he asked. 

"Busy," she replied, ringing up the item on the register. "What's new with you?" 

"I've got a full plate of summer school classes." He pushed his glasses up his nose. "So I've been focused on that. We should get together again." 

"Maybe." 

"They're playing movies on campus in the evenings, so if you ever want to go. . .plus, you owe me a wrestling match, remember?" 

She managed a small smile, not looking at him. "I do?" 

"C'mon, you remember." He handed her some money. 

There was a pause before she replied, "Oh, right." 

"When are you free?" 

She hesitated a moment. "How about Friday?" She regretted saying it but another part of her thought 'what the hay? It could be fun.' Sometimes she gave in too easily. 

"Okay." 

* * * 

Marcus and Gail had dinner at another Chinese restaurant in town, and afterwards, they attended a play on campus. When they returned to her house later they engaged in some more erotic hanky panky. Since Linda was home they tried to keep things quiet. They were semi successful. Gail noticed that Linda had the living room TV cranked up at full volume, trying to block out their moans. Gail was appreciative of that. 

The next morning, Gail worked out. She did her usual long run on the treadmill, followed by weightlifting. She pushed herself like Marcus recommended, lifting heavier weights. When was finished, she showered, and then biked to her job. 

On Friday after work, Brian met her at the pet food store. He didn't drive so they took the bus to a bowling alley. They had fun playing a few rounds. She relaxed and loosened up a bit with the help of some beer. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad, she thought. They also played darts and some pool. He beat her easily in every game. 

"See!" she said, chuckling. "Told you I suck! You wouldn't listen." 

"You weren't bad. You tried your best. C'mon, let's bowl a little more." 

They played a few more rounds before grabbing some sushi at a restaurant across the street. Initially, she didn't want any sake but he worked up his super friendly, nerdy charm and was able to persuade her to have some. Giving in too easily again! He kept shooting her positive, reassuring smiles throughout the evening. There were a few times where Gail wanted to tell him she was seeing someone else but she didn't say anything. 

They shared a plate of sushi. 

She ate a California roll. "Yummy!" 

Brian pushed his glasses up his nose. "You said you've made sushi before?" 

"Yes, for various Asian Student Union events. People loved it." 

"Cool." He dipped a tuna roll in soy sauce and ate it. "What do you like to cook?" 

"Chinese food, American food, breakfast food, Italian dishes. My cousin says my lasagna and spaghetti and meatballs are to die for." 

"I'd love to try it." 

"Maybe I'll let you sample it someday." She finished her sake. Before she could say anything he poured her some more. "I have to admit that the sushi tastes excellent with the sake." 

"Yeah, it does." 

"How's your dog?" 

"Good," he replied. "Sometimes he's lazy and doesn't want to walk but I push him. He leaves me along when I have to study." 

She laughed. "Oh, how sweet." She drank some sake. 

When Brian was done eating he put his skinny arm on the table, poised in an arm wrestling position. "Ready?" 

"You're serious? We're gonna go through with this?" 

"You agreed, Gail," he replied, giving her another reassuring grin. "Remember?" 

She sighed, smiling. "Here I am almost drunk. And you wanna arm wrestle!" 

"C'mon, it'll be fun. You're going to beat me easily anyway." 

She placed her muscular arm on the table, locking hands with him. They were in a booth so hopefully nobody would see them. He counted to three and they started. Brian didn't stand a chance. He tried to muster as much strength as possible but her powerful arm overwhelmed him, slamming it to the table. 

He chuckled. "That was fun! See, piece of cake for you." He raised his sake cup to hers and clinked it. "Congratulations." 

"Thank you, thank you," she said sarcastically, and drank. 

They walked to the bus stop, with him supporting her. She was a little unsteady on her feet and almost tripped over her own flip flops. There were certain things she didn't remember about the evening but she did recall sitting on the bench and chatting with him about where to go next. 

She looked at her watch but everything seemed blurry. "It's late," she slurred. "I'd better go home." 

"At the restaurant you said you'd come over to my place and watch movies. When I told you I had cable you began salivating, remember?" 

Gail laughed. "Right. I think it's such a luxury since I don't have it." His arm was around her waist but she didn't say anything. Her breath smelled of alcohol. "I miss MTV and HBO." 

"Well, I have those." 

"Cool. . .that was great sushi." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "Thanks for dinner." 

"You're welcome. Thanks for a fun night. It was a blast hanging out with a beautiful girl like you." 

Gail started blushing. "Thanks. . .you're a cute guy." 

"Oh, here comes our bus," he said, looking at a pair of bright headlights approaching. 

They watched cable at his place. Even though she was under the influence she watched videos on MTV with interest. 

"Where's your dog?" she slurred. 

"Asleep." Brian sat next to her on the sofa. He took off his shoes and then slid her flip flops off. He massaged her feet and she giggled. 

"That feels good," she said, channel surfing with the remote. When nothing else interested her she returned to MTV. 

Brian had his arm around her and started kissing her head and then her mouth. She smelled of Coppertone. She didn't reciprocate with kisses, just sitting there looking at the TV. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

A moment of silence passed. She hesitated, opening her mouth but not being able to find the words. 

"Are you okay, Gail?" he asked softly. 

There was silence before she finally stammered, "There's someone else I'm seeing. . ." 

"Oh." There was a puzzled look on his face. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" 

"I don't know. . .I think you're a cool guy, fun to hang out with. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to be friends. . .guess I should've asked you that before. Sorry." 

"Yeah, I wish you had. Honestly speaking, I really like you, Gail. I find you very attractive. You're a gorgeous woman. I thought you liked me, too, based on the fact that we've been spending a lot of time together. I got positive signs from you. Now I feel totally misled and deceived. I really wish you had told me earlier." He sighed. 

Gail turned off the TV, looking at him. "I'm sorry, Brian. I was hoping we could be friends. I really think you're a cool person." 

He looked in her big brown eyes. "Do you find me attractive?" 

"Yes, but because of this other guy maybe we'd better not go that route." 

"So you guys are serious?" 

"You could say that." 

"Does he go to Davis?" 

She shook her head. 

"How'd you meet him?" 

"My roommate introduced me to him." 

"I see. . .well, shoot, I got all horny for nothing!" he said, laughing. 

She burst into laughter, too. It helped alleviate the tension. 

"My dick's hella hard now! You should see this big mother! It won't be easy to sleep alone tonight with this boner!" More laughter. 

"Oh, Brian! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault. I feel so bad! Shoot, I wish I could make it up to you somehow." 

He shot her a naughty smile. "Well, you could. . ." 

She looked in his hungry, animal-like eyes. "Uhhh. . ." 

"C'mon, you're not gonna let me sleep alone with this massive erection, are ya? If you are, you're cruel!" 

A pause followed. Then she asked, "Is it really big?" 

"It's one of the biggest cocks on campus, babe." 

They laughed. 

She looked around the room. "Are your roommates gone for the summer?" 

"Yep." 

Then her hand moved to his crotch and stroked that gigantic snake. "Lord, it's humungous!" she said. 

He took off his pants and she sat there with a stunned look on her face. It was bigger than Marcus's!! The head was twice the size of his!! 

Before she knew it, Brian's pinkish penis was in her mouth. How it fit in there was a mystery to her, but it did. And she sucked and licked it ravenously. She licked his equally large nuts. He leaned back against the sofa, a wide grin on his face, as he caressed her head gently. 

Brian helped her take off her clothes. He threw her thong aside and then wrapped his arms around her thick, muscular body, noticing how warm and delicious it was. He sucked and kissed her large brown titties, sucking her big, dark nipples like a baby. 

"Oh, my, aren't we eager tonight!" she said, laughing. 

He took off his glasses and buried his face in her breasts, grabbing both of her butt cheeks. He split them open repeatedly, slapped them around, sliding his fingers into that big crack. 

"Oooooooooooh!" she said. 

"You like that, huh?" he asked, fingering her booty hole again. 

"Let me wash it first, hon." She went to his bathroom. When she returned her ass was thoroughly washed. They went to his spacious bed where she sat on his face. Then she spread her legs wide open and he fingered her anus and vagina simultaneously. 

Her loud, deep moans boomed throughout the apartment. 

"Goddamn!" Brian said. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Fuck, yeah! I LOVE girls who scream!" 

He fingered her butthole and vagina faster, faster, and faster and her passionate moans continued. It sounded like she was begging for mercy, pleading for more and more, her eyes rolling heavenward. 

"Damn, you're a freak!" he said, laughing, his monstrous pink dick sticking up like a sword. 

Soon, Gail achieved orgasm, doing convulsive like motions on the bed, her pussy all wet. Then he lubricated her anus and slid his cock into it, pumping and grinding her until he ejaculated inside of her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck, yeah!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

By one thirty in the morning they were still at it. Gail sat on his face again and he licked and sucked her anus and clitoris. The whites of her eyes showed as she moaned. She felt his wet, warm tongue probing both orifices. 




Watching Gail Ch. 02



"Oooooooooooh, don't stop, Brian!" she begged. "I love it, lovin' every minute of it!" 

"I love freaky Asian girls!" he said, smiling. "So you said I have the biggest, longest dick you've ever seen?" 

"YES!" 

"It's larger than the one your man has, huh?" 

"YES!" 

Next, she spread her legs open and he fingered her anus and pussy simultaneously. He went super, super, mega fast, sending her on that super, super, super horny trip once again. He hit her spot perfectly and she climaxed. 

She lied back on his bed, exhausted and all sweaty, grinning ear to ear. "That was fucking cool!" 

"So I take it we're an item now?" Brian asked. 

She snuggled next to him in bed, kissing his nipples. "We'll see." 

After his class ended Brian walked over to the pet food store. Gail was at the cash register, ringing up cat food for a customer. She saw him but didn't say anything. Brian checked out her backside as she worked: she had on a faded Journey jersey that revealed her bare waistline, and wore her usual tight shorts and flip flops. He stared at her butt cheeks that bulged out of those shorts. He wanted to bury his face between her cheeks, wanted to kiss and lick that bare waistline. He stood there with an enormous erection. 

When she was done he went to the counter. "Hi, Gail." 

"Hey." 

"Did you get my messages?" 

"I did." 

"Why didn't you call me?" 

She walked to an aisle and began stocking some dog food, not looking at him. 

"Why didn't you call?" he asked anxiously. "I want to see you again." 

There was a pause before she replied quietly, "Brian, I did some thinking. . .what we had was nice and wonderful. I really enjoyed it but let's end it there. . .I thought things over. What I did was wrong. I shouldn't have betrayed that other guy like that but now it's too late. I just got caught up in the heat and passion of the moment." She kept stocking cans, never turning her head to look at him. "But I really like him and want to continue seeing him. I think we're a better match. I'm sorry." 

Brian stood there with a hurt, dejected look on his face. He remained speechless for what seemed like an eternity. "But, but we get along so well, Gail. All the times we spent together. And we had so much fun together at my place. You were so happy. . .I don't understand." 

"I was also drunk," she said bluntly. "Sometimes you act and say things that you don't really mean. I don't remember some of the things I said that night, some of the things I did. I'm sorry that I deceived you. But you have to realize I was under the influence and I wasn't really me part of the time." 

The hurt look was still on his face. "So I guess this is it." 

"Yes." 

"Bye," he said softly and turned to leave. 

After work Gail ran along the wooded trail, without her Walkman this time. She needed to think some more and process her feelings. She felt horrible for what she did to Marcus, and also felt bad for breaking Brian's heart. She felt truly disgusted with herself and wished she could go back in time to change things. She wished she could make it up to them somehow. She frowned as she ran on the dirt trail, hearing birds chirping above her, feeling a warm breeze blow back her black, wavy shoulder length hair. What should I do? she thought. How can I make the situation better? She didn't know for now, she just kept running. 

There was a message from Marcus when she returned home later. She listened to the voicemail twice, walking barefoot around the quiet house, all sweaty from her long run. She pondered her predicament carefully. After taking a long, soothing shower she called Marcus. He didn't know about her one-night stand with Brian, of course. She just told him she had been busy but felt awful lying. 

"You been lifting heavier weights like I told you to?" he asked. 

"Yep. Pushing myself really hard. Your tips really motivated me." 

"Man, I bet you're really ripped now!" 

"I've certainly been impressing the guys and turning lots of heads along the way." 

Marcus laughed. "That's my girl! And remaining undefeated in arm wrestling matches, I'm sure." 

"You got it!" 

"Just watch, I'm gonna beat you one of these days!" 

"I'm waiting." 

"You bench press more weight than half the guys in that gym. Dumbbells too." 

"The manager offered me a job there as a personal trainer." 

"Take it." 

"I told him I'd think it over. I just started working at the pet food store and like it there. I'd hate to leave so early. He'd be so disappointed." 

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Would the personal trainer gig pay more?" 

"A little. And most of the people there know me so it would be cool. I don't know. How's business at your auto body shop?" 

"Good, good. Word-of-mouth has spread through the community. Me and my potners posted flyers, cards, and business cards everywhere. Know what I'm sayin'? It's coming along. A lot of my relatives and brothers from the neighborhood have come in and then they spread the word to their buddies." 

"There you go. You still got slick looking cars rolling in?" 

"Every day. If you know anyone that needs detailing or a paint job, tell them to give me a holla." 

"I will. How's Irene? Haven't heard from her in a while." Gail sat on the couch. 

"She's cool. We went out to the movies the other night. And over the weekend she and some of my brothas went cruisin'. It was cool." 

"Where did you go?" 

"Over to Frisco. Hey, wanna go to a basketball game?" 

"When?" 

"This Friday." 

"Sure." 

* * *

Marcus picked her up at her house and they drove down to the Bay Area to attend the basketball game. Irene and some of his buddies came along. During the game she sat between her and Marcus. He had his arm around Gail sometimes, and occasionally his hand touched her bare waistline. Sometimes it grabbed her butt, slid into her panties, or up under her shirt. He noticed she didn't wear a bra. It really aroused him. Gail saw the massive erection beneath his jeans. 

Irene and her caught up on things during the raucous game. "Boy, I bet you're so happy to be away from that campus," Gail said. 

"And those professors!" Irene added, clapping after the home team scored. "Girl, I've tried to erase that school from my memory during this summer break. I've never had so much fun in a long time. I've been to Tahoe, Vegas, L.A., San Diego, Cancun. Partying, swimming, running, lying on the beach, meetin' new people, guy watching, getting my nails and hair done, you name it." 

"Gee, you've been busy! Anything exciting with the guy watching?" 

"I flirted with someone here and there. Some bought me a drink, but no major action, you know? And that ain't all, girl. In two weeks I'm off to the Caribbean." 

"Wow!" Gail clapped after the home team scored again. "What happened? Did you win the Lotto or something?" 

Irene laughed. "No, just saved up lots of money, that's all. We should travel again sometime. Going to Europe with you and Linda was awesome. We should do it again soon." 

"Yeah." 

"How is she, by the way? I left a message for her but she never called back." 

"Up to her eyeballs in summer school." 

"Poor thing!" Irene booed when the opposing team scored. "Smart that she's getting all those classes out of the way though. I should've done the same thing but I was so burnt out at the end of the school year that I said 'I'm outta here, y'all!' And I don't regret it one bit! I need to have fun, know what I'm sayin'? To balance out all the work I did during school. And I wanna go places while I still can, not when I'm some crippled old lady like my grandma." 

"I hear ya." 

"Don't talk about grandma like that," Marcus interjected. "She'll bitch slap you." 

Irene gave him a look, eating some nachos. Gail noticed some of Marcus's male friends, who were also African American, checking her out when Marcus wasn't looking. Gail ate some nachos, too. 

"By the way," Marcus added, looking at his sister. "Mom and pops want you to visit. Said that wild child never comes home." 

Irene groaned, giving him another look and continued eating and watching the game. 

Gail laughed. 

When the game ended the group headed to a club in San Francisco and danced for a little while. Gail danced wildly and gyrated around Marcus and he kept grabbing her ass, sliding his hands into her panties. Sometimes he rubbed his chest against her big tits. During a slow ballad, they wrapped their arms around one another and kissed. 

"Let's go to my place," he whispered in her ear. 

Marcus dropped his buddies back at their house and then drove Irene to her friend's place. She and Gail hugged each other warmly outside the apartment building. 

"Stay in touch, girl," Irene said. She winked at Gail. "And have fun." 

Gail smiled. "Goodnight." She got back in Marcus's car and they zoomed off. 

Marcus lived in a three-story apartment building in Berkeley. They held hands, kissing each other playfully as they hiked up to his unit on the third floor. It was in the back, the windows facing other apartment complexes. He fumbled with the keys hastily, trying to find the right one. He was so horny and impatient he dropped them twice. Gail exploded in laughter, patting him gently. 

"Where's the fucking key?!" he said, laughing, too. After a moment, he found it and they went in. He shut the door and locked it. 

"No roommates, right?" she asked. 

"Right." He embraced her, giving her a warm hug and kiss, his hands grabbing her butt. They kissed passionately. That led into French kissing, which led them to stripping off their clothes quickly. She teased him playfully with her thong, doing an erotic stripper's dance for him. As he approached her she kept backing away, giggling. 

"Ahh, wanna play games now, huh?" he said, shooting her a naughty smile. He tried snatching the thong from her but kept missing. "Big sis says you don't wear panties sometimes. Is that true?" 

Gail laughed, backing through the kitchen towards the bedroom. She continued teasing and taunting him with the thong, hitting him gently with it. "Well, you know I don't wear panties under those tight shorts," she replied. 

Marcus gave a hearty laugh. "YEAH, BABY! That's what I'm talkin' about!" He followed her into the bedroom, cornering her against a dresser bureau. Seconds later he was successful in snatching the thong out of her hand. He sniffed it, putting it over his face. "The scent of a woman." 

They hugged each other again, with him kissing her. The thong got in the way and she pulled it off. He slapped her booty, his giant, erect black dick rubbing against her muscular thighs. Her big, dark nipples were stiff, pressing hard against his chest. He kissed and sucked them tenderly. 

"Once you have black there ain't no going back, girl," he whispered. 

She smiled, sticking her tongue into his eager mouth. 

He fondled her large, swinging breasts. "Motherfucker! Damn, they're big! Did all your past boyfriends like your giant nipples?" 

Her grin was devilish. "One of my best features, according to them." She took off her glasses. 

"I've never seen such giant nipples on an Asian woman before," he said, kissing them. 

"First time for everything, sugar." She tried to block images of Brian out of her mind as they did it. When she did think of Brian and what she did to Marcus behind his back, she frowned, feeling apologetic. 

One time Marcus caught her frowning, and asked, "You okay, babe?" 

She nodded, smiling. He hit her big butt with his cock. They got on his spacious bed, lying on their sides in the ear muffs position. She placed her huge, muscular thighs around his head and he started eating her wet pussy. 

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Gail moaned loudly. "Oooooooooooooooooooh!" 

She stroked his head gently, running her fingers through his close cropped afro. He reached over and fondled her titties. As they rocked back and forth the bed springs squeaked. He kissed her thighs that smelled of Coppertone. They threatened to smother him! He licked her clitoris faster. 

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Gail moaned. "Oooooooooooooooooooooh! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Oooooooooooooooooh!" 

Next, she lied back on a pillow and he kneeled upright on the bed. With her head on the pillow, her face was dead center between his thighs. 

"They call this the fuck face position," he said, laughing. 

She laughed, too. "I'm familiar with it." 

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh! A veteran!" 

His humungous black cock was in her mouth and she sucked it ravenously. Marcus carefully thrust it in and out of her mouth, his hands on her head. She stroked his thighs. He moaned, closing his eyes. In the apartment above them they heard someone stomping around, and outside they heard somebody walk by, slamming the door. 

Later, they consulted a book on different sex positions. 

"This is my bible," Marcus said. 

She laughed. They decided on the Amazon position, one of the tougher woman-on-top positions. The book mentioned how it wasn't the easiest position to get into but Gail liked it because it gave her a sense of control and power. She felt strong and in command. 

He grinned. "You won't have any trouble with this, trust me. You're a frickin' Amazonian bodybuilder type! You're in shape. This will pale in comparison to your workouts." 

"Really? I need a good workout." 

"Me too. My potners love this position. They do it with their girls all the time." 

He lied on the bed. Gail squatted over him, resting on the back of his legs, which were raised in the air. She guided his manhood into her pussy and began going up and down on him, like she was doing squats at the gym. She felt great. Strong. She didn't get tired at all. Maintaining her balance with the squats, she reached under and played with his large nuts. 

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" he said, looking up at her. "Ooooooooooooh, Lord have mercy!!!! Oooooooooooooooh!" 

She speeded up her squats, feeling super horny now. They were on that trip again. She was gonna achieve orgasm any second now. . .he was gonna come any moment now. . .she readied herself for his warm cum that was gonna shoot inside of her. God, she felt so hot!! She was all sweaty and the air was raw and stuffy, reeking of sex and passion. She wanted to spray her pussy juice all over him. 

Soon, they climaxed and their loud moans shattered the nighttime silence. 

Hours later, they had sex in the inverted 69 position. She lied on her back, sucking his penis, her hands on his ass. He crouched over her, bending down to eat her cunt. She sucked and slurped super fast, causing him to moan passionately. He reciprocated, licking quickly, occasionally fingering her pussy and anus. When he fingered them simultaneously she screamed. Marcus smiled. That really turned him on. 

They followed 69 with the reverse Amazon position. He lied on his back while Gail squatted over his genitals, resting gently on the back of his thighs. His rod was inside her vagina. Her back faced him and her vaginal muscles gripped his dick firmly. He saw sweat trickling down her wide brown back. Her shoulder length black hair was wet with perspiration too. She planted her feet firmly on the bed, maintaining her balance as she did the squats faster. Up and down, up and down, like she was at the gym. Up and down, up and down, faster, and faster. Watching herself go up and down in a mirror directly across from them. It would've been neat to have mirrors on the ceiling, she thought. Again, she liked this position because she had power and control. Plus, it was a great workout! 

His legs were raised up in the air. 

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" Gail moaned when she reached orgasm. He came seconds later. "Oooooooooooooooooooooh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! Oooooooooooh!" 

July 1991 

Two weeks passed. After finishing her shift at the pet food store she rode her bicycle to the campus office of the Asian Student Union. There was an orientation and informational meeting for the new fall students and she and her cousin, Robert, were facilitating it. 

Robert was decked out in a blue Polo shirt, khaki shorts, and flip flops. "How was work?" 

"Semi-busy," Gail replied. "So it's just you and me, huh, cousin? Everybody else is gone for the summer." 

"Yep. But they'll all be back before you know it. I gotta hit the gym with you one of these days. I'm totally out of shape and women are noticing it. They're staying away from Robert." 

"I've invited you many times to work out with me but there's always an excuse. Stop flaking and just do it. I can be your trainer, show you how to use the machines and weights properly. You'll be toned in no time and the girls will flock to you." 

He nodded. "Okay, you got a deal." 

The room soon filled up with young Asian students who sat in chairs facing a small stage. Gail closed the door and got on the stage with Robert. 

"Hello, everyone, welcome to the UC Davis Asian Student Union," she said. "My name's Gail, this is my cousin, Robert. We're going to provide you with lots of info today with all the ins and outs of our organization. Everything from joining, activities, events, volunteering, the whole nine yards. We hope you have a wonderful experience here. In fact, we're sure of it. Everyone we know that joined the ASU had a blast. They really enjoyed the events, and they also had great experiences as students of Davis." 

Some people in the audience smiled and nodded. 

"I've circulated a clipboard," she continued. "When you get it please fill it out. Your name, number, address, what your interests and hobbies are, what your major is, why you applied to Davis, all that good stuff." 

Someone groaned. 

Gail smiled. "I know, I know! Blah, blah, blah! More paperwork on top of all the applications and forms you've already filled out. The good news is that once you give us the details you don't need to do it again." 

Someone clapped. 

She maintained her grin. "Thought you would like that. We're also gonna show you a slide show of past ASU events, workshops, activities, social gatherings, and classes. And also a short video of some of the things we've done, trips we've gone on, volunteering we've done for the community. It also talks about the history of the ASU, how we're a very strong, supportive social organization for Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders. It's a great place to network, meet friends. The school is a huge place and one often gets lonely and lost. I know I felt that way. So I joined the ASU and it opened up a lot of doors for me. I met lots of cool people, did a lot of interesting things, and had fun on all the outdoor trips we took. And it helped my cousins are a part of it, too. It's like one big family here." 

"I also want to say the ASU is a big part of not only the college but the city, too," Robert added. "We've been involved with many city and community events and meetings over the years. It's cool to be a part of the scene, to meet your local politicians, police chief, fire chief, presidents of other agencies. You are contributing to the process and improving and bettering society. So that's my two cents. I'll definitely cherish all my memories and experiences with the ASU forever." 

More people nodded. 

"I know some of you asked about volunteering," Gail said. "Well, we do a lot of that. We definitely give back to the community. Everything from helping the elderly, children and the disabled. I had a brief stint as a job coach for the developmentally disabled at a Long's Drugs. That was a really cool learning experience, bonding with my clients and working with the store management and employees. It was very emotionally rewarding to know I helped my clients. I tried to drag Robert to volunteer at a Chinese senior center but he flaked on me." 




Watching Gail Ch. 02



People in the audience laughed and Robert blushed, smiling. "She's lying. Someone paid her to say that." Gail and the audience laughed. 

A guy cleared his throat and said to her, "I was told you like arm wrestling." 

Now she blushed, chuckling. 

"Wanna try?" the guy asked. 

"The ASU, a great place to meet girls." Gail heard a young man say that as he left the orientation. She and Robert cleaned up, collecting the brochures, flyers, and videotapes. 

"You won again, champ," Robert said. 

"Didn't look like it, huh?" she replied. "Pretty big guy." She slid into her flip flops, got up, and put some things in a drawer. 

Seconds later, Marcus appeared in the doorway. Robert said hi, chatted with him briefly, and took off. After locking up the office she and Marcus walked across the campus to the cafeteria and grabbed something to eat. The place was dead because of the summer break. 

She ate her sandwich, looking at him. "So what do you wanna do later?" 

He looked into her big brown eyes. "You know what I wanna do." 

After they did the nasty back at her place, they lied in bed, snuggled next to each other, staring at the ceiling. 

"God, we've been fucking a lot," she said. "Several times each week." 

"You don't like it?" 

"No, I'm not complaining. I love it! It's fun and feels so good." She caressed his brown chest, kissing his nipples. "It's just that. . .I don't know. . .is there more to it than just carnal fun? Is there more substance to our relationship? I don't know, it's just something I've been thinking about." 

"Thinking too much is bad for you." 

"I know. " 

"Just relax and enjoy it. Life's short. Have fun, don't stress out so much. Just chill." 

She kissed his arms, chest, stroking his flaccid dick gently. "Yeah, maybe I'm analyzing it too much. . .that's how girls are sometimes, you know?" She laughed. 

"What?" 

"I told Linda and Irene that we fuck a lot, too. Irene thinks it's great. She says you need to get laid more. Says her little brother needs all the experience he can get." 

He laughed. "Well, I'm having the best sex in my life with you. I told my potners the same thing: that we're fucking like rabbits. They want to know all the juicy details." 

"Do you tell them?" 

"Sometimes." 

"Aw, I thought it was gonna be our little secret." 

"Well, you told Linda and Irene." 

"That's true. So what did you tell your buddies?" 

"I told them all the positions you love, the Amazon, doggie-style, 69, ear muffs, etc. I said you give the best BJs." 

Gail busted out laughing. 

"You do!" he said defensively. "It's wonderful and beautiful. An art form, really." 

She laughed so hard her stomach hurt. 

Marcus raised his hands in the air. "Honest to God, that's what I think." 

"And you seriously know how to eat pussy, my man!" she replied. 

"Must be all those oysters I eat." 

More laughter. Her face was all red. 

"Hey, you never wear a bra when you wear those rock and roll T-shirts do you? My potners always comment on your large breasts and nipples. Maybe you better start wearing a bra. I don't like the way they look at you sometimes." 

"They seem like perfect gentlemen to me." 

"I know. Would you at least think about it? Please?" 

She looked in his eyes. "Okay. But sometimes it's uncomfortable wearing one, especially on hot days." 

"And maybe you better start wearing panties under those tight shorts." 

"No way." She stroked his cock again and soon he was as hard as a rock. 

Marcus sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt before him and gave him an old-fashioned, honest to God blowjob. And he loved every second of it! Next, they got into the fusion position. He sat in a straight legged position on the bed while she sat on top of him, leaning back. Gail went up and down on his penis, slow at first, and then very fast. The bed rocked, the springs squeaking like crazy! Her loud moans boomed throughout the house. God, she felt so horny as she looked in his eyes. The position was a little tiring on her arms but she kept at it. 

Soon, he grunted out in pleasure as he ejaculated inside her. 

* * * 

Later, they did the deck chair position. That was cool. They thumbed through his book on sex positions afterwards, getting ready for the next round. They finally decided on a good, old-fashioned butt fuck. First, he fingered her anus and vagina simultaneously, the way she liked it, super fast. Her moans were deafening. Good thing Linda wasn't home. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!" she kept repeating. 

Following that, he spread her big ass cheeks and slid his giant black penis into her anus. She winced and cried out a little when entry was made. God, that mother was enormous! she thought. How he managed to get it in was a mystery to her. But the lubrication definitely helped, and she simply relaxed and let it in. Deep breathing helped, too. Once that mother was in it was smooth sailing. Marcus thrusted it in and out, in and out, in and out. In and out, in and out, in and out. 

Towards the end he went a little faster and moments later they climaxed in a fireball of ecstasy and lust. He pulled his dick out and sprayed warm white cum all over her big brown butt and back. It flew everywhere, shooting like a water hose. He moaned until every single last drop and ounce spurted out. He spanked her ass with his big dick. When it was all said and done, she sat in his lap and French kissed him, their bodies all sweaty and hot. The passion and lust in the room was thick. 

Gail laughed. "Fuck buddies, that's what we are," she said. "Yeah, fuck buddies." 

They laughed, kissing each other. 

THE END



Watching Gail



"Come in." 

Irene came in, a cup of coffee in her hand. "I'm so sleepy, girl! I only got three hours of sleep last night. Can you believe that? I was studying for three frickin' mid-terms. I hate Professors Putnam, Hart, and McCloud with a passion!" 

"Join the club. Hey, can I have a cup?" 

"Absolutely." Irene went out and returned with a steaming cup of java, handing it to her. 

"Thanks." She took a sip. 

"You ever try smoking to calm your nerves? A friend of mine is doing that." 

Gail shook her head. "I don't want to get hooked." She took another sip. "Who else is home?" 

"Just me-"

Suddenly, the front door opened and slammed shut. They heard footsteps and then saw Linda in the doorway, catching her breath. 

"You just run a marathon, girl?" Irene asked. 

"I raced home on my bike. Was studying at the library. I'm starving! What are you guys talking about?" She tossed her backpack on the floor, sitting on a chair. Irene gave her a McDonald's bag and sat on Gail's bed. Gail was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow. Linda started munching on a Big Mac. 

"I ordered too much food," Irene said. "Hate it when I do that." 

"So did you get to spend time with Marcus?" Gail asked her. 

She nodded. "It was nice. We had breakfast downtown and took a stroll. And then played Frisbee. Fun. I hear you guys are gonna watch a movie." 

"Wanna come?" 

"Naw, I'll leave you guys alone." 

Linda giggled, eating some fries. "Hey, did Steve tell you guys he placed a personal ad in one of the papers?" 

They shook their heads. 

"Any luck?" Gail asked curiously. 

"Said he got a couple of responses. One girl sent him a photo to his P.O. box." 

"Hopefully she's not a psycho," Irene commented. "Someday, I betcha, computers are gonna run the whole world. Human workers won't be needed. You'll be able to find anything on the computer, including a soul male. . .which brings me to my next question, ladies. We've had many personal discussions before." 

"Uh-Oh! The big question," Gail said sarcastically, making a drum roll with her hands. 

"And that is how many times have you had sex?" Irene asked. 

"I have to study," Linda said, getting up. 

"Sit down, girl!" 

She obeyed, laughing. "Does making out count?" 

"No!" 

"Well, that's the only thing I've done." 

"Was this French kissing?" 

Linda nodded. 

"Did you give him a blowjob?" 

She shook her head. 

Gail looked at her cousin curiously. "Was this Dan Nakamura?" 

"Yep. Boy, he has nice lips!" 

Gail and Irene laughed. Gail cleared her throat and said, "I can't remember how many times I've done it. . .twelve times or more?" She shook her head. "I don't know." 

"Damn, you're a veteran!" Irene said. "This was all with Mark?" 

"Pretty much. . .after we broke up, I had a one-night stand with another guy I met at a house party." 

Irene shot her a naughty smile. "Anything else? C'mon, you can tell your sistas." 

Gail propped herself up on her other elbow, blushing. 

"C'mon, now! Give us the juicy details." 

"Well. . .maybe there was another guy I met in class. . .he belongs to a Hispanic fraternity. Frat boys aren't my type but I got the invite to a party at his frat house. Mona from ASU went, too. She liked a guy there. Anyway, I had a wee bit too many beers that night. The guy kept pushing them to me. But he was cute." Gail looked at Linda. "This is Anthony, that was in our history class." 

"He's on the football team, right?" Linda asked. 

"Yep. And that's all, ladies!" 

Irene smiled. "As loud and as aggressive as I am, I've only it done about ten times." 

"That's a lot," Gail replied, pushing her glasses up her nose. 

Irene rubbed her chin. "Here's another question, y'all, and Linda, you won't be able to answer this. But what's your favorite sex position?" 

Gail laughed. "Real food for thought here." 

"Well, French kissing was awesome!" Linda interjected. 

Gail thought it over. "Gee, I'd have to say I like the Missionary position and doggie-style the best. But they were all kinda interesting to experience. I'm at a phase where I'm curious about sex and wanna experiment some more. It's fun and when I'm horny I'd rather do it with a guy than masturbate." 

"You got it," Irene said. 

Gail sat Indian-style on her bed. "I love it when a guy eats my snatch and licks my butthole." She laughed, hitting her bed. "I'm sorry, I know that sounds gross but it really turns me on and makes me hungry for more. I like it when they play with my booty and breasts. All the guys I did it with loved my butt, legs, boobs. . .when Mark made love to me he treated me like a goddess, like a queen. He was a little inexperienced in the beginning but got better. He made me feel like a woman, made me feel special." 

Irene nodded. 

"By the way," Gail added. "Guys will ask you to wash your ass thoroughly before they lick it." She laughed. "I also liked giving blowjobs. It was fun sucking that big thing!" More laughter. "And ladies, I have to honestly admit I love men with big dicks and big balls. Don't set me up with a dude that has a small pecker!" 

They laughed. Irene said: "I second that! I'm pretty sure Marcus has got a large one though don't quote me on that. I haven't seen him naked since he was a kid." 

Gail laughed so hard her stomach hurt and her face was red. 

"My favorite positions are the same ones you picked," Irene said. "There's something about the animal savagery of doggie-style that arouses me. Maybe it's the beast in me that loves it." She chuckled. 

"Hey, you sure Steve isn't listening to our conversation?" Gail asked. 

Gail and Marcus caught a bargain matinee screening of Silence of the Lambs and afterwards they went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch. As they chatted and ate she noticed a middle-aged Asian couple come in and sit several tales away from them. She stopped talking, trying to hide behind Marcus. He looked behind him at the couple. 

"Do you know them?" he asked. 

"They're my uncle and aunt!" she whispered in embarrassment. 

"You guys don't get along?" 

"No, we do. . .I just. . .I don't know." 

"Don't want them to see you going out with a black man?" 

"Sad to say they are racist. . .they've upset me with comments they've made. I'm sorry." 

"Oh, don't apologize," he said, eating some broccoli beef. "I'm used to it, actually." 

"You mean from being in other interracial relationships?" 

"Exactly." 

She drank some tea, looking at her uncle and aunt again. They were reviewing the menu and hadn't noticed her yet. "What are they doing in Davis? Maybe they went to visit their friends in Sacramento and are returning home to the Bay Area." 

"What other cultures have you dated?" she asked in a low tone of voice. 

"Asian, Latin, white, Middle Eastern, East Indian." 

"What's your preference?" 

"I like black women but am really attracted to Asian women now. I don't know, it's like I've made an incredible discovery about myself. And that is that I really love Asian women. One of the main reasons is their features: I find them very beautiful physically. All my girlfriends in high school and early college were either black or Latin. Now all of them have been Asian or Filipina." 

"Have you been to Asia?" she asked, eating some noodles. 

"No, but I'd like to go someday. What about you? You've dated guys from different races?" 

Gail nodded. "My preference used to be just Asians but now I'm open." 

"You like black guys?" 

She smiled. "Well, I wouldn't be sitting here with you if I didn't." 

"You've had a black boyfriend before?" 

"No, but I've dated them." She hid behind him again as her uncle and aunt looked around the restaurant. 

"Your parents would be okay with you dating me?" 

"They're more open minded than my uncle and aunt. They didn't have a problem when I went to my senior ball with an African American guy." 

"Oh, really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Wow, senior ball. Did you like him?" 

"He was a humorous guy like you, a bit of a nerd. But it didn't work out." 

"You couldn't find an Asian man to go to the senior ball with?" 

She laughed. "None to my liking. By the way, Marcus, I think it's way too early to be talking about introducing you to my folks." 

He grinned. "Ooops, my bad. Sorry!" 

Gail ducked. "Shoot, he's coming!" 

Marcus looked around and saw her uncle heading their way. When he passed by their table he smiled in surprise and said, "Hey, Gail!" 

"Uncle Peter!" she said, flashing a fake grin. "Nice to see you. This is my friend, Marcus." 

Peter looked at him a moment before shaking his hand firmly. "Nice meeting you, Marcus." He turned back to her. "We went to see some friends and decided to get some grub before returning home. We had dim sum with your parents yesterday in Oakland Chinatown. Played a little mahjong afterwards." 

"Great. Well, have a safe drive home." 

"Thanks." He waved to them before continuing on to the restroom. 

"See, that wasn't so bad," Marcus commented. 

"You should see them at family gatherings or parties." 

The following week, Marcus and Gail ran on a wooded trail with Chewie. It was a warm, sunny day. After completing five miles they went to the gym and worked out for a while. Thank God, the air conditioning was fixed! Gail thought. They spotted each other and she found him to be a supportive, encouraging workout partner. He kept pushing her to add more weight to the machines they used, to achieve her maximum potential. 

When they left the gym later, he said, "Man, I'm gonna be sore tomorrow!" 

They ordered a pizza at her house and she popped in a VHS tape of the movie, The Terminator. After the pizza arrived they sat on the couch and ate. 

Marcus watched Arnold on the screen and said, "You see the preview of the upcoming sequel? It looks kick ass!" 

"It's coming out this summer, right?" 

"Yep. Good pizza." 

She nodded. 

Irene came home minutes later, smiling at them. "Hey, little bro! Good to see ya!" 

"Good to see you, too!" 

"He been behaving,' Gail?" 

"He's been a perfect gentleman." 

"Good. Can I grub on some of that pizza?" 

"Help yourself." 

She sat down, looking at the TV. "Ooooooooh, bad-ass Arnold!" 

When she was done eating, Gail played with Chewie a little. He cuddled next to her on the sofa. 

May 1991 

During the next several weeks Gail was super busy with studying and finals and didn't have time to see Marcus. She played back the messages he left on the house answering machine. One message was accidentally deleted by Linda. What a klutz! She was probably daydreaming of Dan Nakamura's lips and pressed the button unintentionally. That was the trouble with sharing a phone with a bunch of housemates. Gail looked at a hastily scribbled note left by Steve, saying that Marcus had called. 

She hit the books immediately, not even having time to make a quick call to Marcus. 

* * *

The year's final wrestling matches were held at the university gym where Linda, Irene, and Robert watched Gail triumphantly defeat opponents from other colleges. Afterwards, they had a victory celebration at a local pub. The Asian Student Union's final school year event was another barbeque where members could play volleyball or softball. Gail chose volleyball, wearing her usual rocker shirt (Judas Priest this time), tight green shorts, wrist sweatbands, and ankle sweatbands. Playing barefoot on the warm grass. 

Then Irene and Gail decided on having a final house party before people left for the summer. On a humid Friday night in May people came over and they played board games, video games, and sang karaoke. 

"Is Marcus coming?" Gail asked. 

"He didn't call me back," Irene replied, drinking a beer. "Did you ever return his calls?" 

She shook her head in guilt. "No, I was so busy. . .he's probably pissed at me." 

"I know I'd be. But my little bro is the forgiving type. He understands that we had finals. Call him again." 

The night progressed with loud music and some neighbors complained but Marcus never showed up. Gail and Irene sang a duet of Run DMC's "It's Tricky." People danced and gyrated all around them. 

June 1991 

The house was silent. Quiet and still for as long as Gail could remember. After a hectic semester it was a welcome relief, but another part of her was getting unnerved by it. She walked to the doorway of Steve's room, looking at the half-empty room. He only took the essentials. She moved on to Irene's door. A sad frown crossed her face as she looked inside the room of one of her best friends. It just wasn't going to be the same here without her. It was going to be a long, lonely summer. She'd miss laughing and joking with her, talking about deep, personal stuff, and of the 'three amigos' (her, Irene, and Linda) hanging out together. Same thing here: Irene took the basics. 

Gail strapped on her helmet, pushing her glasses up her nose, and got her bike out of the garage. It was a dry, hot afternoon as she pedaled to the campus gym and worked out. She did her usual routine: a long run on the treadmill followed by some serious weight lifting. After showering, she biked to a pet store in the downtown area. 

The owner, a heavyset man with a receding hairline, smiled at her. "Hey, Gail." 

"Hi, Len." 

"So you've already got three solid weeks of pet store experience under your belt. Ready to start the fourth week?" 

"You bet!" she replied enthusiastically. "So it's okay to wear shorts?" 

He looked at her tight purple shorts. Her ass cheeks bulged out a little. "Yeah, it's cool. Just don't wear a sweater and corduroy pants in this heatwave." 

She chuckled. "You want me to continue cleaning the fish tanks?" 

"Yes. There's just two more left." 

"And then put price tags on the dog items and stock them in the aisles?" 

He grinned. "Boy, you asked that eagerly." 

She beamed at him. "Guess I'm in a dog mood. I want one." 

"You mentioned that. What kind of dog do you want to get?" 

She leaned against the counter. "I like big dogs. A golden retriever would be nice, or a husky." 

"Well, if I see or hear anything I'll let you know." 

A customer came up to the counter and Gail rang up his items on the cash register. The young man handed her a credit card and said, "Hey, you were in my English class." 

Gail looked at him carefully, grinning in surprise. "That's right! Nice to see you again." 

"Yeah, talk about a small world!" He was a skinny man, a few inches shorter than her, with slicked back blonde hair and glasses. "This is a cool shop. I've been coming here since I started at Davis. How do you like working here?" 

She ran his card through the credit card machine. "Love it. I love animals so it's sort of like a dream come true working here." 

"Right on. I overheard you saying you like big dogs." 

"That's right. You have any pets?" 

"Actually, I have a German shepherd." 

"Big dogs!" She looked at the machine. "Shoot, looks like your card didn't go through." She swiped it again but nothing happened. He handed her another card and that one worked. As she turned around to get a bag he looked at her backside, especially her butt cheeks that were bulging out of her tight shorts. His eyes widened, his jaw dropping open. Her brown thighs and calves were huge and muscular, not to mention her arms. He changed his facial expression when she turned back around. 

"Wasn't that English class a pain?" he asked, shaking his head. 

"Tell me about it. Six books? That's the most textbooks I've had for a class. Not to mention they were expensive. And the papers were so long!" She handed him his bag. 

He nodded. "I lost track of how many hours I spent writing for her course. Just glad it's over. Nice studying with you and doing that mini presentation." 

"I hate public speaking. I get so terrified. But having you and the other group members helped a lot." She looked down at the credit card slip. "Thanks, Brian." 

He grinned. "You're welcome. . .hey, you wanna see my dog? He's in my car." 

"Sure." Gail told Len she was going to step outside for a moment. She followed Brian to his vehicle. He opened the door and she patted the friendly German shepherd's head. "Wow, he's big!" 

Brian chuckled. "Your kind of dog, huh?" 

"Yep." She continued patting the dog gently. 

"Hey, want to go to a dog show in Sacramento? I have two free passes." 

"That sounds fun. When is it?" 

Gail called Marcus when she got home. He picked up after the fifth ring. 

"Hey, stranger," he said. 

"I'm so sorry I didn't call you back. Finals were a madhouse." 

"I understand. I was a student, too. Irene said she was running around like a chicken with her head cut off." 

"That's how I felt. Anyway, how've you been?" 

"I'm cool. My buddies and I just opened up this new auto body shop. You should see some of the cars that roll through here, girl. They're tight!" 

"Business has been good?" 

"Oh, yeah. My friends are good entrepreneurs and set everything up nicely. Oh, by the way, I got those pics from your birthday party. Thanks. They're cool. Took a while for the post office to deliver them." 

"Thanks again for the present. I've been playing the tape a lot." 

"Do you like it? My sis said you dug heavy metal so when I saw the cassette at Tower I thought you'd like it." 

They chatted for a bit more before he came over to her house that evening. They rented a movie and had burgers. Linda was out so the two of them were all alone. They sat next to each other on the couch, the windows open on this warm night. One part of Gail paid attention to the film while the other part wondered if he was going to make a move. They laughed during a funny food fight scene. The laughter continued during a zany chase. 

Surprisingly, they finished the movie without any hanky panky. She was expecting it since they were sitting close together. She popped in another VHS tape and they watched an Eddie Murphy movie. He finished his beer. About a quarter of a way through the film they busted out in laughter again, and this time, Marcus's hand wound up on her bare thigh. She didn't mind. He caressed her thigh gently and before she knew it they were seriously making out on the sofa. It happened so fast, without any words, without much hesitation. The film continued playing in the background as they began deep French kissing. He kissed her eyelids, nose, neck, hair, everywhere. She smelled of Coppertone, arousing him even more. 

His hands were all over her, especially grabbing her big ass. She kept thrusting her tongue into his mouth eagerly and grew hornier as he stuck his into her mouth. Her big, full lips smothered him with warm, wet kisses. 

"Damn, girl, you got a black woman's lips," he said. 

She chuckled. "And a black woman's butt, I've been told." 

"That too." He laughed. "And curves in all the right places. You're the tallest, thickest Asian girl I've been with." 

They resumed deep French kissing, totally oblivious to the movie that was still on. Her long tongue kept thrusting like never before. Soon, she took off her T-shirt and shorts, helping him remove his clothes. 

Gail stared at his big black dick, jaw dropping wide open. "God, it's monstrous!" The head of his penis was gigantic! "How do you fit that into a woman?" 

"No girls have complained," he said, shooting her a naughty smile. "All I've gotten is praise." 

Before she knew it, his humungous penis was in her big mouth and she sucked it hungrily. Her full lips clamped around his dick like a vise. It all happened so fast. Without words, without hesitation. He sat on the couch as she knelt before him. Unbeknownst to both of them was the fact that Linda was watching the whole thing through one of the living room windows. Her face was as white as paper, her mouth gaped open. The curtains remained open at some of the windows. 




Watching Gail



He fondled her large brown breasts, noticing that her big, dark nipples were erect. He kissed and sucked them passionately. She moaned, hugging him tight. 

"What if your racist uncle and aunt saw this?" he asked. 

She laughed. "I don't want to think about it." 

The window was open and Linda chuckled quietly at the question. 

Gail continued sucking his big black dick like a woman possessed, licking his large balls slowly and sensually. He closed his eyes, moaning for more and more, caressing his fingers through her black hair. Sweat trickled down her sticky, wide back. 

She fondled his nuts. "I love 'em!" 

He smiled. "I know. Big sis told me. She said you dig guys with big dicks and balls." 

She laughed. "Oh, God! Can't she keep a secret? I'm not telling her anything anymore!" 

He joined in on the laughter. 

Seconds later, she asked curiously, "So what else did she reveal?" 

He put his finger to his lips. "I'm sworn to brother-sister secrecy." 

"Oh, God!" She resumed licking his balls. 

Later, she put a straight back hair in the middle of the living room. He sat down and she sat in his lap. Her big tits hung above his enthusiastic face and he had the widest smile on his face. He kissed her boobs, sucking those big nipples feverishly, burying his dark face in them. They smothered him. All the while, he played with her big, curvy butt, slapping them repeatedly. She laughed, kissing him. 

"You like that, huh?" 

Gail nodded. He continued slapping her ass as Linda watched with amusement. Gail's back faced her. As he kept hitting that ass Gail laughed excitedly. She was soooooooo super fucking horny! Marcus kissed and sucked her sweaty breasts, his long manhood inside her giant, wet pussy. She rode him fast. Her vaginal muscles had a good grip on his dick. He thrusted his dick fast into her, his bit nuts bouncing against her. Her moans were loud and deep. 

Her hands caressed his close cropped afro. He kept slapping that big ass as she rode him, her big toe hooked against one of the chair's legs. 

"Want it faster?" he asked. 

She nodded quickly. With that, Marcus thrusted even deeper inside of her. His balls flopped wildly against her butt. Her passionate moans shot up several octaves, becoming ravenous and deafening. Soon, they climaxed and Gail was grinning ear to ear.  

"OH, GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!!!!!!" Marcus repeated over and over as his cum shot inside of her. 

After Gail washed her booty thoroughly she and Marcus moved to her bedroom. He lied on the bed and she sat on his face. With her cheeks spread open he licked and kissed her anus and clitoris. She closed her eyes, moaning, stroking his penis. Linda watched from the room's only window, her jaw dropped open. 

His warm, wet tongue continued probing her anus and clitoris. Her wild, ravenous moans resumed. Animal-like. He played with her big ass, slapping it. Then he fingered her butthole and vagina simultaneously. Her moans grew louder, more excited. 

"Like that, don't you?" he asked. 

The faster his fingers worked the louder her moans. Linda was amazed at how quickly his fingers moved, eyes staring wide open. 

Next, Gail lied on her back while he held up her muscular legs and slid his penis into her pussy. Her loud moans returned as he pumped fast and hard, his balls bouncing quickly against her ass. She clutched the bed sheets tightly as he ejaculated inside of her. 

For the next round, the two stayed in the bedroom. It was two in the morning and the streets were quiet outside. Linda watched them do it doggie-style. She scratched her head, amazed. Boy, when is it gonna end?! How can they have so much energy?! And Marcus's dick was enormous!! How did it fit inside Gail?! Thank God it wasn't cold outside! 

They faced Linda as they continued with their intense lovemaking but didn't see her. This was really making Linda horny. Marcus kept pumping his big thing into Gail's pussy from behind, fondling her large hooters and giant nipples. He licked the beads of perspiration off her wide brown back, burying his face in her sweaty black hair. 

"Our kids are gonna look like Rae Dawn Chong," he said. "Biracial beauties." 

Gail laughed, stroking his thighs. 

"How will your uncle and aunt react to our biracial babies?" 

More laughter. "Shut up, will ya?" 

Shortly, she experienced an awesome orgasm! Beaming widely, she said, "That was fucking incredible!" 

They slept naked in her bed till six in the morning. At that time, they engaged themselves in the spooning position, lying on their sides, with him behind her. Raising her top leg he slid his cock into her. He pumped her, gradually going faster. Her loud moans shattered the silence of the house. Linda watched from inside the closet, dressed in her pajamas. 

The bed shook hard, the springs squeaking loudly as Marcus maintained his fast pace. He kissed her back repeatedly, still smelling Coppertone sun tan lotion. Buried his face again in her hair. The bedsprings squeaked faster, the bed rocked violently, as he finally shot his warm, precious semen into her. She clutched his thighs as she moaned, "Oooooooooooooooh! Oooooooooooooooooh! Oooooooooooooooh!" 

After taking a shower together, Gail and Marcus returned to the living room. Bright morning sunlight cascaded the room, making it yellow. He sat on the couch again and she knelt in front of him and gave him a blowjob. Linda peeked from her bedroom door, shaking her head in awe. She watched her cousin suck and lick his black cock hungrily, like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Linda saw people walk by the living room windows but they didn't look inside. 

Then Gail sat on his face again as he lied on the couch. He licked and kissed her anus and clitoris as more people passed by the house. A small group of children walked by. All were oblivious of the carnal activity. Marcus fingered her butthole and vagina fast and her deep moans boomed across the house. She experienced another fantastic orgasm within seconds. 

After taking another shower together, they got dressed. They had a quick breakfast before leaving. Marcus gave her one last, steamy kiss outside the house, grabbing her butt. 

"I wanna see you again soon," he whispered sexily into her ear. 

"Well, let's keep in touch." She French kissed him one more time, a huge grin on her face. "What we did was simply awesome. . . no words can ever describe it. And I know this sounds cheesy, but the things you can do to a woman! Boy!" 

He laughed. "The same can be said about you, especially those BJs." 

She exploded into laughter, pressing her forehead against his, kissing him. 

"So when I come over again for a nonstop marathon of sex?" 

With their foreheads still against one another, she smiled and replied, "I'll let you know." 

THE END