0 comments/ 6319 views/ 2 favorites Water Under The Bridge Ch. 03 By: P2 Remembering that night in Buffalo kept my cock hard for the many days that led up to her phone call. We had many gigs since then with no desirable women for me to divert my attention from Danielle. The way her asscheeks wobbled and her tiny tits shone with sweat; she made my dreams a reality. I loved her body and could have stared at her for hours, just pounding away at my dripping cock, fist busy as ever. I spent many nights that way, until she called. "Hi... P2?" Her voice made my shaft stiffen immediately. "Danielle, is that you?" I knew exactly who it was. Her low, giggly-flirtatious voice tickled my scrotum and made me squirm on my velvet couch. My cock needed room to expand. The small talk came and went quickly, she was to the point and wanted me as much as I wanted her. Maybe a little more. "What are you doing this weekend?" She knew the answer but wanted me to say it. "Playing shows, like every weekend... What's on your mind, sweet girl?" I found my gig schedule and focused on the weekend she was talking about; Gig at St. Mark's Place on Friday, none for the rest of the weekend! I was instantly stiff, and ready to fuck. "I'll bet you can think of something better than that!" Her naughty giggle made me laugh almost as devilishly as her. "I saw on your website that you have no gigs on Saturday and Sunday... So, You could be doing... something a little more... exciting!" She was right and I wanted to do her... BAD! It had only been two weeks since I had met her and neither of us had called the other. I didn't give up on Danielle; I just wanted her to settle in her new place before I called her... And, yeah, I didn't want to seem desperate. I had tried to be celibate before I met her, that didn't work. The Woman Situation was getting too intense then. I needed a break, but my night with Angie and Danielle made those two weeks that I didn't see her rough, so I had to keep the flow of blood circulating; I wanted to fuck more. I had gotten many calls from a past lover and decided to see her again. Jenny was trying to fill her box again and I was her dick in the hole when she needed a quick fix. She called me up under the false pretense of watching a movie, picked me up in her car, and drove to the theater. She tried not to choose anything too boring, to keep the ruse going that we were actually going to see a movie. About half way through, her pussy would get the best of her and before I knew it, she was slurping away at my rod. When the doorbell rang, I made the check for my keys and wallet, and headed for the door. I could smell her perfume before I opened the door. As I opened it, Jenny's 5 foot one inch soft-padded body, posing with one hand on her hip and the other holding her expensive handbag filled with condoms, lube, and movie snacks. Her short, tight red skirt showed most of her firm thighs and cupped her little ass just enough to show what she had. She was always excited to show off how proud she was of her large-for-an-Asian-woman tits. I could just see her dark nipples and areolas of her almost C-cup tits bouncing around under her almost see-through white top, the black button down collared shirt did not hide them from my gaze. I gave her the hug she wanted and reached around her tiny frame and grabbed two handfuls of her little ass. She squealed with joy and went straight for my neck; she needed something to suck on. I reached under her skirt to see if she was wearing my favorite thong... She was wearing nothing. "C'mon. Let's go... Our movie is playing at the Cheri. Parking sucks there." She tried to pry herself from my grasp, but her arms betrayed her. Both her hands latched onto my ears and she pulled me in for a sloppy tonguing that probed my esophagus. My cock almost jumped into her mouth. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the car. I knew she needed to be fucked at least three times on this particular night because the movie she chose was "Boogie Nights"... besides the fact that she started huffing on my Johnson as soon as the lights went low. Her slurping noises were sometimes louder than the movie; I didn't care. People looked back, saw me smiling, and saw her head bobbing up and down; I didn't care. She would usually swallow my load, but I could always purposefully get a drop or two in her cute Chinese eyes or her short black hair; I didn't care. She made it clear that it was just sex; I didn't care. We would get back to her place and finished what she got started, but on this night, we left the movie early. The people two rows in front of us got mad when my cock kept bumping Jenny into seats, creating a sort of quite ruckus; the boyfriend was not that upset. She had deftly rolled down the condom in one move. Facing me and gyrating slowly at first, she wanted to find the spot that made her come instantly. As she used me to probe deeper, the couple in front of us started whispering loudly, they were upset about how loud Jenny was. She picked up the pace, but was careless with her feet, kicking the seat, disturbing our nearby unhappy neighbors. Holding her bare hips under her skirt I pulled Jenny by her asscheeks down harder onto my cock; that got her started. Her little pussy pulled and yanked at my cock. Now bouncing, she was desperate to find the spot. The constant rustling made the woman turn around and shush us, only to get an orgasm in her face. Jenny finally tucked the head of my cock behind her cervix and immediately started to convulse. The boyfriend turned around too, awestruck, he could not hear his woman's embarrassed screams. He could only hear the slurping of Jenny's pussy as she dismounted my shaft as he stared into her asshole. We gathered our things quickly and left the Cheri Theater. I drove as she sucked my cock back to health and rubbed her clit in rapid-fire circles. She was audibly aroused, to say the least. The anticipation made her hands work faster and faster while I was parking her car. I carried her into her house and fucked her on every surface including the front porch and the toilet. She always had to swallow my load, always. Her roommates used to complain about her bed thumping at wee hours of the night. They used to plan nights out when they knew when I was coming over, that tight Asian pussy could not resist. That night i did not disappoint, and luckily her room mates did not return until I was walking out of the door. Jenny walked me down the stairs to her car, which I drove home (insurance she would see me in the very near future). Passing them on the walkway, they couldn't keep their eyes off the glob of cum in her hair. We both smiled as they walked into the house, I smiled a bit longer. Arriving in New York was always exciting. There was always something to do and someone to see, my cock was ready for a certain someone and I had to fight from jacking off in the back of the van in a Connecticut Burger King Bathroom. We drove around, the band was getting lost, the bass player was blazing, and everyone else was begging. I just wanted to fuck, but it was early afternoon and Danielle was still in work. After we made it to St. Mark's Place and unloaded our equipment, we were free to roam the city. I dipped into the bathroom and lit my blunt, all to the head. Soon after, I headed out on my own, no tagalongs, just me and my backpack on a hot summer day. I wandered the concrete jungle on foot, pulling on a beedie, sucking in the sights. Sauntering absentmindedly, I found myself staring at every ass that passed my vision. Fat ones, flat ones, round ones, square ones, all sorts of asses and they all made me hornier than I was when I was in the van. I followed an ass in a business suit for blocks before I saw a better one owned by an Asian woman. I followed her until I came to a fat Latin one, trading asses for better ones all the way. When I finally looked up, I was on 42nd street in front of a Porn Shop. Inside, the walls lined with colorful VHS movies in cardboard boxes, lights flashing and the smell of flowered disinfectant dizzied my awareness. Businessmen, fathers, bike couriers, couples, all a little nervous, all as horny as I was, searching thru title after title, category after category. My cock could do nothing but grow, and grow it did. Many times, I had to adjust to the growth, the 9 were thinking about making an appearance over the top of my baggy Girbaud jeans. After 20 grueling mind-numbing title surfing minutes, a neon arrow shouted and pointed upstairs, it told me it wanted me to join the "Peep Show." I obliged. The spiral stairs wound up to a desk and a series of doors against the far semi-circular wall, most of the doors were half open. Some squares on the blue-tiled floor were sticky. The scantily clad Latina behind a high set desk, almost three feet off the ground, had heavily painted eyes which followed me as I approached her. Our eye contact almost became intense and I fought to hold it as she stared at me, wondering what I was doing there, as was I. "May I help you?" She held her full lips open, parted like the models in magazines. Her lipstick was darker around the edges of her lips, the inside seemed absent, like she was getting tips earlier. I had no idea what to do, and was afraid to ask. The cash register was blocking my view a full body shot, but my dick was still trying hard to make her acquaintance. "How does this work?" I asked, motioning to the doors behind me. Never breaking eye contact, her tongue rolled out of her mouth to speak, but she licked her lips instead, flashing her tongue ring. Leaning in over the cash register, she spoke in almost a whisper. Her mango sized tits smooshed in between her chest and the register, creating a big ass of cleavage under her chin. A nipple fought to free itself. "First, baby, you get some dollar coins from me, and then you go into a booth and close the door. Put it in my slot and magic happens." My baggy t-shirt covered my cock which was drawing circles of pre-come around my belly button. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my wad of 20s, and peeled one from the roll. Her face lit up, seeing my wad, fake eyelashes touching penciled and plucked eyebrows. I kept my oils in the same pocket as my money, anointing all my money, so everybody would know where it came from; it worked out perfectly in situations like this. She put the bill to her nose and fluttered her lashes. Hitting buttons as seductively as pressing those buttons could be seductively pressed without making an ass of oneself, she produced ten brass coins and a ratty ten spot. She placed each coin in my hand separately and handed the ten to the other hand, making sure she touched the skin of both my hands. "There you go, Papi. Now don't spend it all before I get in there," She pouted her lips as I winked and turned around. If I flirted with her anymore, I would have come in my pants. I stepped into the cage-like box and closing the door behind me, I glanced at her to catch her talking to a bouncer that produced himself from under the desk. She wiped his mouth before she kissed him; I closed the door. It would have been pitch black besides the dim red light that came on immediately upon closing the door, and the thin line of white silhouette that framed a panel just above the illuminated coin slot. A little speaker seductively hinted that I should hurry up and drop those coins because Destiny was coming into the room. I juggled the coins into ready position and dropped three in for starters. A clink and a clunk and the motor started, slowly raising the little panel. Light and music slowly entered the room showing me what I was in for, sin. A modest shag-carpeted one-step stage, set with a day bed, a couch, and a few stools was dotted with four women of assorted states of undress. The back wall contained a black and purple tiled shower; two heads at each end had long hoses attached to them and seats built into the wall. A dark brown honey was at the window next to mine. Her ass was uncovered and slowly jiggling, as she was shoulder deep in my neighbor's window, he could not be seen. She lent me an eye as she worked the spectator side of the window like she was washing dishes. Her face seemed like she was, but she smiled at me regardless. A naked Vietnamese goddess was on hands and knees, right hand buzzing with a motorized dildo, slim ass pointed to a window on the opposite side of the stage. Her voice said ecstasy; her face was as if she were reading Better Homes and Gardens at the dentist's office. She looked at me occasionally and smiled as if she was found out, but did not care. She flipped her long coal locks, peering over her shoulder, making sure her rent provider was still in her thralls. On the couch sat a long and thin brunette, one leg up resting on the dildo-covered coffee table, slowly stroking her pink thong from the front with both hands. She watched the Vietnamese woman with an excited intensity, almost with anonymity as all eyes were on the other women, waiting impatiently for some other stimulation. Destiny entered the room, creating a tsunami of wantonness that followed her around the room like a waft of incense, the exchange of money in the room ceased. Her frilly black lace robe, traipsed and billowed behind her as her sizeable breasts bounced with every clear plastic platform-heeled step. She twitched her full hips around the room, touching each woman in places the men behind each glassless window came to do. She bent to one knee, engaging the Vietnamese woman in tongue-kissing. She turned to better spread her asscheeks for the bespectacled man, commandeering the motorized dong. Swiftly sliding battery-powered loving that hummed under the pornstar selections pumped onto the stage, audible, setting the pace for the lascivious cabaret. Destiny's victim's face changed from apathy to painful rapture. She quickly built up to the crescendo, heads turned, one at a time. Her release stole the show from every woman in the room; money flew in from the bespectacled man's window. The goddess rolled onto her back and continued alone; Destiny sauntered on. Heading toward the couch, the brunette shifted in her seat, getting ready for her turn. She stopped, putting her hands on her hips just above her leather ringed and studded belt that sat snugly, just over her tight Brazilian-cut hip-huggers. She made eyes at her prey, who dove fingers in her pussy at the sight of Destiny's impish smirk. Almost immediately, a chocolate colored lingham was fitted into the ring at cock-level, pointing at the upturned ass of the newly excited couch potato. Destiny pulled down the cloth thong, revealing the wetness at the crotch and discarded them behind her with a light toss. Smacking the olive-skinned ass before diving her face into it, her nose spent minutes bumping into her asshole as her tongue dug deep. Pulling back, lipstick rim unsmudged, she aimed her latex manhood into the wet lips she had just finished rouging. Long strokes, the ten-inch rod did not, could not totally penetrate the thin woman on the receiving end. She grabbed at the couch like a cat scratching it's post, mouth open, a silent meow fought to reach our ears, only the sharp slapping made it. With one knee in the couch and the other slightly bent, expert technique pulled orgasms out of the previously bored cat, the purring became louder as the pace quickened, shaking the couch. Releasing her naked hips, hair was replaced in her grasp, controlling the speed of the final blows. As ecstasy filled the room once again, Destiny's second partner wilted under her, trying to recover. The belt was unhooked and it's wearer stood up, the satisfied cat brought her soaked toy to her lips and cleaned the dildo that gave her joy. I ignored the flashing light in my cubicle, intent on the action. A grunt pulled the chocolate woman back to her dishes. She washed more feverishly as Destiny approached. Barely stopping at the table for a rubber glove, she made eyes at the brunette and turned back to the dishwasher who started sweating at the brow. With a final smack, the glove was on and the doctor was ready for the examination, so was the patient. The doctor slapped the inner thigh from behind and her patient assumed the position, legs spread wide. The multitasking was impeccable; never slowing her wash cycle, able to give and receive, the gloved hand entered her with a shiver, knees buckled. Left hand alternating between left and right globes, the smacking shook her whole ass continuously as the right hand dove deeper into her sex, at this point it seemed like wrist deep. Slow pumping turned hard as the dishwasher was coming to the spin cycle, her tits jostled out of her unneeded strapless push-up and poured into the window sill, a dark hand grabbed each one with a masculine hunger, squeezing and kneading the orgasm out of the woman in the middle. Her free hand held on to the sill for dear life and she was being pummeled from behind, low, rumbling orgasm simultaneously emitted from two-thirds of the union next to my window. With both hands she grabbed the edge of the window, her face at its edge, mouth gaping as I could no longer see the glove. A baritone growl jumped through the window, soon followed by spurts of cum that landed tumultuously in various pools on her face. As she swallowed, her whole body convulsed and the doctor withdrew in time for her patient's eruption to spray into her mouth and onto her face and neck. The window closed just as two fifty dollar bills floated like leaves, landing on the panting woman's shoulders and neck. My window closed too with a motorized grinding. Frantically, I pulled the coins from my pocket; some fell with an aluminum clatter on the invisible tile below. Fighting to keep myself from diving on hands and knees to find my key to the window into heaven, I slowly bent to pad my hands on the floor for the missing coins, my backpack tried to be cumbersome and I ignored it. For what seemed like hours, I retrieved my keys and jostled the others that fought against entering the slot. The same noise revealed the ladies in different poses, different windows open and closed. Destiny was naked in the shower, steam emitted from it's heads and her shining body. The brown woman joined her slowly after disrobing, ass, and thighs shining, knees slightly wobbling as she held onto the couch for support. The brunette was at a window, sitting on a stool, feet up on the highest rung, knees as far apart as her balance could keep her on the stool. She had both hands in her sweetness, drooling and looking into herself, an arm reached out to encircle a nipple. She moaned, but never stopped the important work of pleasuring herself. The Vietnamese woman, joined by another woman of Southeast Asian descent, sat on the couch with legs entwined, slobbering over each other's dirty pillows and necks, coating their bodies in the sweet lacquer of their saliva. I realized that after an unknown amount of time, my cock was no longer trying to escape my pants but had freed itself had jumped into my left hand, precome escaping my head worked slowly into the shaft. My right had pulled the oils from my pocket and I anointed myself, hoping the pheromones would attract the right moths. The first to catch the scent was the brunette, her nose lifted into the air, casually sniffing my scent from the air, trying to locate it's origin. Slightly distracted, her eyes made it to my darkened window, she made note and went back to pleasing her self. Next, the two on the couch slowly caught the scent simultaneously, looking up from each other, searching each window for a sign. I had gotten so involved with my self-gratification, my dick carelessly hit the wall with a hollow thud. The three olfactory nerve centers that I had set into erotic questioning, zeroed into my location. The lustful gaze of six eyes made my face flush and the 9 reach near capacity. The two looked at each other and stood up. Both in flyaway babydoll lingerie, one black lace, and the other, purple velvet, they came over holding hands, cautiously not to trip themselves with their super high heels in the shag carpet. Upon approach, their eyes closed, noses lifted to the air and followed the wafts generated by my quick and frantic pulling. I slowed my pace as they got close enough to see my face, the Vietnamese woman brought a stool. Water Under The Bridge Ch. 03 "What a beautiful little black man. You smell delicious in there. We want a taste," I almost lost it. "So do I, what can I eat first?" I remained calm on the outside, inside, I was coming. The woman in black advanced close enough to reach in the window, if it wasn't for her height, or lack thereof, I would be looking into her eyes, rather than the top of her head, the heels were loads of help, just not enough. "Depends on whatcha got. Ya know?" A bent wrist on hip and a sly smile told me it was not my dick, but the other wad in my pocket. Without checking denomination, I pulled two bills from my wad and reached them through the window. Aiming for a breast, I reached warm skin, still wet from her partner's tongue, who was now perched on the stool right beside her; she could see into the window, my eye level was even with her belly button. I tucked the $40 wad into her embroidered b-cup and she smiled. I withdrew my hand as her long mink hair lashes slowly closed, my finger caressed her nipple. She grabbed my wrist and smelled my hand, rubbing it all over her face and neck. She bit her lip as she inhaled, reaching my hand under her strap and into her cup, revealing her dark, hard nipple. It folded under the pressure of my hand; she shivered. The woman alongside her got comfy on the stool and turned her attention toward her partner's other breast, massaging it in time with me. "Lan likes it when you pull them, and bite them... Hard." She demonstrated for me, Lan winced; her bottom lip quivered and fell. Her left hand went immediately into her matching black panties. She pulled her fingers out for her friend to taste and released my wrist and let me roam free along her body. I searched her apricot landscape, finding warm and wet places everywhere my fingers went. My fingers met her hands in her pussy and together we fought over control of her clit. She was ultimately the winner, a quick orgasm washed over her face. Wet fingers slid in and out of her damp pussy like a hot piston. There was no need to slow down. Pressing on her G-spot area, I pulled her closer to the wall, my fingers inside her making small circles on the rougher flesh. She fought me, making me put pressure on it, almost becoming a tug-of-war. Both her hands were covering her ample tits, pressing them into her self, making circles into her own flesh. Pelvis bent into me and leaning back, milking the situation for all it was worth. Finally giving in, she reluctantly came toward me, I told her to spin around. Never leaving the depths of her love, she spun into my grasp with her back leaning against the wall we shared between us; right hand resumed the stroking of her precious area, left hand pulling on the 9 harder as I felt her juices saturate her panties. Her high-pitched squeaks filled the air, pulling the attention from across the room; the women in the shower stopped their soapy 69 for a split second to witness a real and rare orgasm. Both her thin arms wrapped around my one in an embrace, she hugged me with an honest passion. Her friend behind her had changed position and was now pulling her own panties off from her perch on the stool with her back to us. Her ass was much fuller than I had expected, she wobbled as she wiggled her cheeky hip-huggers from her waist and down her shapely legs. Her exposed dark asshole winked at us, pumping another pint of blood into my cock. She wiggled it back and forth, trying with sexy effort to make her cheeks clap. Lan's grasp on my arm tightened and her pussy felt like it was clamping down on my fingers. Her breath quickened; her teeth and long acrylic nails dug into my flesh. I started flicking my wrist as fast as I could, her orgasm came with a gush, the G-spot pressure pushed the woman-cum from her body, and a heavy trickle coated my right hand. The final thrust lifted her off the floor; I slid her body up the wall trying to get my hand as deep into her as I could. Her flow increased. The purple clad courtesan backed down off the stool, removing her velvet lingerie, bent down to her knees and removed the other's drenched panties. I let her down to the floor safely, her grip tightened. Purple stood up and started kissing her orgasmic collaborator who then released her grip from my flesh. Her tongue probed deep, heads wagged side to side as their passions combined. My sandwiched arm stimulated both pussies, but was tiring. When it stopped moving, the vibrations of me whacking off alerted my sirens of my ministrations. My arm was released and my fingers were brought up to an open mouth, tongue swirled around every finger, my whole hand was thinking about fitting into her mouth, an impossibility. "You don't need to do that yourself anymore, that's what we are here for... Just... Uh..." Said the former woman in purple, taking the fingers from her mouth. I reached into my pocket again and pulled out two more bills. She took them and smiled deeper, I got the hint and gave her an additional bill. I had no idea what was going to happen, I knew her little arms could not reach my Johnson, so how they were going to get me off was going to be interesting. As both women disappeared from my gaze, I though they took off with my loot, my attention was captured by Destiny who was riding her chocolate lover in the shower, the strap-on had a new wearer, both covered in lather and in a ecstatic haze. With her knees up, Destiny did rapid-fire squats, bubbles flew, water squirted, moans rained and so did dollars as their show captivated new windows since I looked up last. Other women had also joined the room. A blonde with an obvious, but amazing augmented ass that defied physics without looking like a transsexual trying too hard, freshly sauntering unto the stage looking for an open window. A topless curly-haired Latina was on the couch with a glass dildo in her ass, her long black leather stiletto heels pointed to the sky as she drove her glassware into her puckered backdoor, elbows behind her knees. Two more Black women were at separate windows, the one with the full ass had both hands under her fishnet camisole, revealing her mighty spheres to me, the other, totally nude, was tongue-kissing the darkness in the window, face unseen, heaving cleavage pressed into the frame. Surprisingly, the sound of wood paneling sliding open with a click at my waist made me step back. A cylinder of light shone upon my raging hard-on; glory hole. A bleach-scented cloth wiped the inside of the hole, preparing the space for a clean entry which was replaced by a tongue, poking through, inviting me to enter for my due. The plastic lined hole was snug and when I poked through, it was soon to be tight enough to be a cock ring when one of my Asian vixens pulled me by the head the rest of the way in to my hilt. My cock was held in place, at full extension, and fondled to full length and girth. I tried to pull back a little, but I realized I was truly stuck until I came, which would be soon. With great effort, I stuck my head into the window, trying to see who was doing the sucking. To no avail, I could only see the tops of heads. Seeing me struggling to see, the blonde brought over a full length mirror for me to see what was happening from a side angle and stood watching just as intently as I. Both women sat on their knees in front of my shining cock, Purple holding the base tight in her grasp trying to pull more through, Lan, fondling her luscious body, still reeling from her orgasms. A red light inside my cubicle started flashing indicating the window would be closing soon. I dug into my pocket one last time to pull the rest of the coins from my pocket and loaded them into the slot. My pants fell to the floor, helpless to raise them, I focused my attention to the mirror. Both women reached into the bin and pulled out the necessary tools for the job; a buttplug, and a string of condoms. "You go first, Linda, I want to watch," my other afternoon lover purred as she sat back on her haunches, "watching you suck cock makes me crazy." Her knees were spread far apart and her fingers were deep inside her, pulling at her lips, trying to recreate what I had done to her, anal invader in front of her, patiently waiting it's turn. Linda, formally Purple, opened a minty condom, unraveled it a little, and squirted lube into it. She put it into her mouth and engulfed the head of my cock, expertly rolling it down with moans and deep sighs. Half way down, she pulled back and let her hands do the rest, never freeing me from her hot mouth. After she rolled it down to the wall, she grabbed it with two hands and started huffing away like it was the last Popsicle in 105 degree weather. The slurping and drool running out of her mouth drove us two onlookers crazy. It felt like she was trying to pull my body through the hole, her powerful sucking and rapid head-bobbing produced an undeniable friction that was bringing me closer with every yank. I could not believe she could keep that speed up for as long as she did, her saliva ran down her neck and in-between her tiny breasts, shining and inviting Lan to get under her. My aggressor sat up on her knees so she could oblige her cohort's oral fixation, behind and under. Linda sucked and pulled on Lan's pussy lips and clit, as I watched her dipping most of her hand deep into her own womb from the mirror. She finally began to slow, orgasm building deep inside her, tongue biting down hard on her clit, glans pressing down on her tonsils. She put her right hand on the wall surrounding my cock and guided me down beyond her uvula. Swallowing me whole, she opened her gullet like a snake, holding her breath and slowly inching her way past the mark where many had failed. She carefully rocked back and forth, giving me a true throat-fuck. With excitement, my cock involuntarily flexed, filling my larger-than-usual husk, and instead of gagging, she forced the rest deeper into her esophagus, nose hitting the wall. She pulled out fast, coughing. "This fucking cock is gonna kill me!" She wiped the tears from her eyes and yanked the condom from my member. She looked to the blonde who stood in awe of her talents. "Oh, God, I think I'm in love with this cock," and jammed it back down into her stomach. The blonde got down on her knees and shimmied closer to my cock, latching onto a saliva-covered nipple, sucking and pulling on it for practice for what was to come. Noticing the bung invader, the blonde picked up the tool and went behind my provider's muff-diver and inserted it into her hungry asshole. From underneath, a glass tool almost four-inches at it's base, entered her sweet anus with an amazing ease, taking the large piece as it slowly filled her tiny cavity. Getting down on her elbows with a bare leg on her shoulder, she lapped up like a kitty, tongue only hitting clit, glass probing deeper and spreading the sphincter wider and wider. Slurping noises and moans came from the four of us, each one, balancing on orgasm's thin line. She continued swallowing me down to my end, pulling and pushing her lips to the hilt, lipstick marks on the wall in a burgundy smudge, gargling and glugging cocklube out of her mouth and down her front, sliding onto the waiting lips of the big-assed blonde. The rapid deep throat continued and quickened as she tried to pull the baby syrup from my loins. I met that challenge and held back as best I could. She couldn't. Lan was too much for her and come she did, hard. With a single cough, a cold waft of air chilled my snuggled rod that was now in a trembling hand, not stuffing her neck, but in her orgasming, pumping hand. She dropped the cock to lie in a bundle with her fuck-buddy. The wobbling ass of the blonde jiggled in the mirror as she got up to go to a beckoning hand holding a green bill from window across the way, left the plug deep inside. My throbbing penis called for attention and did not have to wait long for attention. Linda got up, glazed faced and misty-eyed, and produced another condom to be rolled down. Blue sheathed, I bounced, fatter than before, a mixture of pain and pleasure, aching for release. Standing up on the bin of toys, she backed into bliss, swallowing up my business with slow, agonizing alacrity, as far down as she could go, nowhere as far as her throat. Linda leaned on the stool, trying to give a pace that would bring us both off, but it seemed my girth was too much. Lan kneeled under her waist and pushed from her hips and pushed her teammate over my entire shaft. Pulling and pushing my orgasm closer into her cervix, cries of more pain than pleasure come from the bent woman. Whimpering at the edge of tears, she couldn't handle it and withdrew. Sweating, I begged for release. "C'mon baby, I'm almost there!" They switched places, a fresh Lan rose, pointing the clear glass piece at me, she reached around and pulled out her stopper. Gaping, she remained open for me to see deep inside her. Sweat gathered on my face, my neck shone like the summer day was inside the air conditioned box. My back was drenched behind my backpack that I had no time to take off previously, my t-shirt stuck to my back. She backed her forbidden backdoor over my blue post, with similar help from Linda. Her small globes barely hid her stretched, and darkened rose bud. Engulfed by hot flames, my cock grew and the condom started to slide up, unable to hold its position, disappearing into her bowels. My veins visibly throbbed and popped out through my skin like wriggling snakes as the condom slid completely off, I tried to alert someone, but random grunts replaced real words. The nymph below the action stood up to hold my anal princess around the waist and noticed the missing wrap. She pulled my pleasure away and quickly fished out the prophylactic, as it still held onto my engorged head, tossed it aside, and plunged me back in. Skin-on-skin anal blew the two of us through the roof, I could not control my mouth, and neither could the recipient of my length. To make it worse, every so often, my engorged dick would be freed only to be sucked on by the purple-wearer, at times deep throated. She plunged me deeper down her throat and into her partner's unfathomable ass as I came closer to the end. Her ass-to-mouth actions pulled the come from my balls by totally swallowing all 9 inches and then impaling her part-time lover on the same thickness, the same depth. She quickened her pace, and focusing on the end. "Come inside my lover," she begged, "please, now, come..." Linda pushed Lan's ass faster and faster, stabbing Linda harder and harder until her assgasm spit quimlove on my cock and the wall surrounding my staff. A shriek of final discharge came from the front end of my gratification, calling attention from the entire room, everyone stopped to see the events of her assgasm and the mini-geyser that streamed down the wall between a syrupy Asian ass and big Black cock. Her colon tremors could not, would not be ignored, as her ass was still thrusting upon my pillar thru her orgasm. It was time. "Here I come, here I come!" My warning gave Linda time to prepare. She let go of the slim waist she was guiding and slid open the door freeing my cock; warm blood filled my erection, as my hot load filled her bowels. It felt like I would never stop spewing, my orgasm lasted for a solid minute. I was still coming when she pulled my reluctantly departing erection from her lover's ass and sucked me down again, come softly spurted onto her lips, as well as dribbling from the hole it just left. She deep throated me again, washing the union from my column. Keeping a pumping hand on my tender and near raw piece, she turned to consuming my load that came bubbling from deep inside the caverns I was most recently spelunking. Drinking every drop from her lover's ass, she licked her lips with a serious satisfaction. I was slowly losing my erection as she slid my now softer cock down her throat to my tight balls. She stuck out her tongue to lick my scrotum, thrusting me in and out again, when an unexpected eruption shot down into her stomach. My second orgasm was a shock to us all, but she took it unflinching and happily with a smile in her eyes. As we all regained our composure, slid closing windows and clothed ourselves, Lan spoke to me with Linda in her arms, first handing me a few sterilizing wipes for the remnants of our anal escapades, then asking if I lived in "The City." I told her where I lived as I cleaned my shaft, she asked me for my phone number. I gave it. They told me it was free from now on, I smiled, and left the booth as my electric window slowly darkened the booth again. Light-headed and blinded, I grabbed a package of Horny Goat Weed before I stumbled from the peepshow, and continued down 42nd street. Danielle was not at the show, and no other woman made advances at me that night, and that was just as well, I had lots of fun already that afternoon and could not spare any more come. I loaded up with sushi on the way back to the club, spending almost $100.00 on roll after roll of Sea Urchin, Tuna, Salmon and more. The crowd had no idea what we were doing there at the punk club, but we played hard and strong, changing the minds of enough to ensure our future return. I packed up my stuff first as usual, loaded it into the van, and left the others to drink. I told them I would find my own way back to Boston, they bid me peace. I headed for 7th Ave. to take the 1/9 into Harlem. Buying a green tea, I chugged it down with two dark green pills as I exited the train. I pressed her buzzer and a little, sleepy voice answered, it was 2:30. "Who is it?" asked the anxiously happy voice. "P2..." I replied, hoping it was Danielle. The door buzzed, I jumped to pull it open and stepped thru. "6th floor, baby!" Her voice sang as I headed for the elevator. The elevator door opened with a ding. There stood my Italian goddess, wrapped in a multi-colored sarong, tied at her waist and a white tank top, little titties poking their ferocious nipples into the thin cotton fabric. She stood sexily, waiting for my reply to her stance. I held out my arms and advanced, my hands naturally went around her thin waist, cupping her fat ass and squeezing her glutes firmly in my hungry hands. My mouth went straight to hers, without hesitation, our searing kiss burned our lips, her hands explored my back and neck scorching my skin, reached up under my hat and pulled my hair down around her, her short tongue darting around entwined in our mouth. My hands pulled and prodded her meaty ass as I lifted her up onto the nearby window sill and spread her legs. In-between them, I ran my hands over her chocolate, hard nipples over her shirt at first, then under. My hands sunk lower, to her knees, the sarong slowly fell open, my hands slipped under and searched for her sex. Deftly drawn to her gently sopping butterfly lips, two fingers entered her, stroking her softly, tempos matching with our kiss. She started getting flustered, her legs hooked around my back, and her hands fumbled at my belt, before she caught herself. "Let's go inside," she whispered, coming to her senses, "I have a bed..." I woke from my sexual hypnosis and followed her into the house, shutting the door behind me. Danielle spun me around and pushed me against it, pressing against me, and locking it. The door had at least 4 locks, and the last one was at waist height. She got down on her knees and unzipped my pants with her left hand, locking the door with her right. My mast was almost sky high when she pulled it from its hiding place. I silently thanked my new friends for the disinfecting wipes and the Dial soap in the bathroom at the sushi spot as I slid into her little mouth. Her immediate double-fisting forced my cock to grow instantly as her tongue danced expertly on and around the head of my monster. Sucking as hard as she could, she often made the popping noise, making my cock jump in her mouth. I reached both hands into her curly locks, slowly following her head movements, then moving one down into her top, grabbing an exquisite dark nipple and rolling it between my fingers. Water Under The Bridge Ch. 03 She suddenly stood up, grasping firmly onto my rod and pulling me down the dark hallway, passing several doors, with my head spinning like it was, I felt lost. We came to a final door around the last corner; she opened the door and led me into her bedroom. The walls decorated with Ethiopian art as well as her own, the computer on the desk to the right played a Mali rhythm and the screen saver danced to the African pulse. Her dimly lit room catered to the mood, she guided me to the bed, which lay across the back wall, under the window. She sat next to me on her light blue sheet-covered bed, picking up a glass pipe from the modest wicker table. A flash illuminated the room followed by a slow glow as the pipe warmed with a sweet smell. She exhaled a small cumulous and passed her ribbed glass piece to me, the sweet wafts of her Hydro K.B. filled the already Nag Champa scented room. I kicked off my sandals, exhaled, and leaned back into the pillows. Finally relaxed, I dropped my pack and emptied the deep pockets of my Girbaud jeans: wad of cash, herbs, keys, and two glass tubes containing my last two Cubans. Danielle could wait no longer. She pulled me to full erection in seconds, as I kept pulling on her pipe, until it was empty, and then pulled her ass toward me as she was on all-fours on the bed. I flipped the sarong over her ass, revealing the sweetest ass and freshly shaven pussy. I leaned in and took in the aroma, her slightly perfumed vulva, and tangy asshole called for attention. Light licking turned into full clit sucking, the more she was turned on the faster her head bobbed; I kept up the pressure. She dripped freely, she brought her leg over my body for a full 69. With my face buried deep between her asscheeks, I reached forward and untied her sarong as she unbuckled my pants; I lifted my ass to slide them off, also sliding the tangled top sheet from the bundle under my back; Neither of us wore underwear. No inch of her body was not visited by my tongue, as she fully explored my genitals in kind, the harder she huffed, the harder I got... But was not close to release. I dove two finger into her tightness as I collected her clitoris amid my lips, my tongue danced on her and she started to buckle. My fingers stabbed faster into her taut box, hitting shallowly at her G-Spot, and adding extra pressure to her hooded button. I could feel her hitting lightening speed on my dick and within seconds, she dripped ambrosia into my mouth, her sweet taste turned me on beyond passion, my actions intensified, and before we knew it, she was coming again. I started the cycle over, but she stopped me by sitting up and removing her top. She turned around and mounted my baton, fitting a little more than the head into to her sex; she winced. I could hear the juices churning when she leaned forward and opened a bedside drawer. Inside was an unopened box of condoms. While she opened the box, she continued the stirring of her insides, trying to encourage her body to accept more. The mixture increased as I felt a trickle run down the crease of my grundo, I had forgotten how wet she got. A condom was produced, and she slid off my head and rolled down my slippery length. Shining with her love, it was hard for her to control, but her nervous hands calmed themselves and completed the task. I repacked the bowl as she reinserted my cock; leaning forward we kissed between my open hands, she reached between her thighs and slid back onto my length. Trapped for what felt like a painful eternity, my cock grew near to it's cock-ringed girth, it was noticed. "Oh my God," she whispered under Ali Farka Toure's sweet rhythms, "Your cock is bigger, it hurts." Her disbelief tried to fit over the love post without too much pain; she was obviously not fucking anyone, save myself. I chuckled to myself and I passed her the long shafted smoking pipe. Immediately billows of smoke came from her sexy thin smile, neck raised to the ceiling. Slowly she opened up enough to accept half. She could work with that, I thought as she continued to smoke and slide further down the shaft of her choosing. I packed it again for her head; I cupped her ass and worked it in and out of her straining lovenest. One hand encircling her pucker and the other pulling on her teacups, she bent closer to my chest, bowl on the sill, mouth entering my own. She was unmoving with me inside her. Our embrace was sweet, seemingly virginal. I made love to her legs, cock motionless in her saturation, my hands caressed her muscled gams, massaging and rubbing, squeezing and pressing into her flesh. I made love to her strong sculpted back and flat, firm stomach. I made love to each tiny, nubile breast and areola and nipple, in alternating excruciating delay. I made love to her arms, athletic strong and tan. Pressing, holding, and gripping her Calypaegean behind, I made love to her ass, exploring her sex, rosebud, and all in between. I made love to her face and neck, lick and kissing and biting, smothering her in the love we made. We rolled across her queen-sized mattress, making love rather than fucking, I poured my total attention into her soul, not only her body parts. As I made love to her eyes she was on her back. I stared deep into her half opened eyes, her lashes fluttered with a contained rapture that was consuming her total being. I slid my hands under her shoulders; her legs wrapped themselves around my hips. Without breaking eye contact, pushed into her, receiving no resistance, I continued as far as I could go, stopping when she reached her limit; there was no limit. The bed was vibrating. As we continued, it started making it's way across the room, quietly sliding her frame into the wall at our heads. Our faces never left each other, our gazes captured and held the attention of the other, faces rising and falling in elation. Kisses, licking, and sucking done with eyes open, souls touching and loving in timeless undulation, matched only by our bodies. Our slow, steady rhythm built our orgasm as strong as the pyramids, its peak as strong as its base, without rush, a timeless endeavor. We were inside each other for what seemed like hours before we started our simultaneous climax. As if telling each other with our eyes, we knew it was time, she braced herself in my shoulders and neck, I reached one hand up to the headboard, the other slid under hers, holding the back of her neck. The final pounding began. Her maroon nipples danced on her chest, eyes slightly parted, mouth agape, orgasm spilling out onto the sheets. My hand left the head board and joined it's partner at the back of Danielle's neck, my face also buried into the nape of her neck, sucking and biting. For a solid minute we were laying at the beach, the heat, the roar of the ocean leapt from our mouths as my quickened pace broke the wave on our backs, splashing us with a salty, sweet spray over our legs and onto our stomachs. I dug deep into her, water replacing my cock as I came into her sex, into the condom. We lay in a heap, unmoving until I felt the condom slipping, my erection didn't fade, just the opposite. The condom was disposed in the wicker basket next to the bed, I found another and rolled it on, refitting her warm sodden pussy. Laying back on top of her, she sucked marks on my neck and chest, slowly stirring my cock in circles around her shallow pussy. She didn't move from the wet spot, it was only going to get bigger. My still sensitive cock, unrelenting in its mission, resumed plowing into her sopping vagina, churning butter. A repeat of our previous session lasted longer than the first one, halfway through she rolled me over onto my back. She slid her body over mine, our sweat made her gliding across my chest smooth, her nipples scraping their hardness into mine. I held her abundant hips and thrust into her, slapping occasionally, but careful not to hurt my sweetheart. In exalted joy, my new lover hopped up onto her feet and started bouncing up and down on my length, she couldn't get the full length in her petite hole, not yet anyway, but I could feel the bottom of her sugar basin jamming into my fully engorged head. The pain halted her ministrations and she switched to grinding down on my length in small circles. She held onto my upturned palms, stabilizing her balance, lightly lifting my ass to get deeper into her, searching for her cervix. I noticed she wouldn't sit straight up upon my impaling force, I pushed at both her surging peaks, each less than a handful's dusky crest between pinching fingers. I tried to push her full onto my driving need. She buckled, full weight leaning on my outstretched arms. Resting her hands back on the hardness of my hairless chest, she grasped each pec, no release in sight. She fucked me without end, dark eyes piercing my being, joining my psyche in our eternal dance, slowly her tight, moistened depth tugged at my come, begging it's for release, milking it with great control. We were building up again, this one seeming more powerful than the first. "Fuck me hard, I wanna squirt deep inside you..." and she obliged, working up to a heated moaning, she reached over my head and held onto the bars of the wooden headboard. That was all it took, thrusting her hips against me, I surged back up to her, bodies slapping, bumping, and leaking. I felt the end approaching the tip of my engorged manhood. Just as I reached climax, I pushed her back onto my bent knees and thrust her small, dark frame up as my cock reached its true goal. My last spouting thrusts push directly into her G-spot and drove a line straight behind her cervix. Her orgasms was amazing to witness, never had I seen such a state of euphoric bliss as a saw in Danielle's face and body. She shook and convulsed, grabbing her aching tips, and fucking me even harder. Our uncontrollable screams of passion had to awaken someone, as her pulsating core quaked, and exploded. Her juices sprayed us with what seemed like an endless source of liquid, drenching our union and the bed. Uncontrollable muscles kept her from moving, she collapsed with a thud on my chest, we were both still coming, the electric sensation of our continued driving sustained an uninterrupted prolonged orgasm that seemed to last forever. She was crying, tears gently dripped from the corners of her beautiful sparkling eyes, she sucked on my nipples; the orgasm continued. My hands reached around and cupped her marvelous ass aiding the sustaining of our continuous release. When it started to subside she freed my bagged cock from both chambers, dropping the condom next to its predecessor. Turning to my torrid extension, dripping with my come, she licked me clean. Slurped and swallowed all evidence from my shaft and head, maintaining my softened, but stiff state. She absorbed my essence into her cells, pulling the remaining cum from deep inside my urethra. She drew her hands up from the base of my loins, pressing her thumb deep into my still swollen flesh, drawing up all of the nectar I could provide for her taste buds. She remounted me, stuffing my rigidity back to where it belonged, to my surprise her warm, dark haven was still vibrating, dripping, constricting; orgasming. We lay joined at the apex of our legs, the nexus of our humanity, we started to whisper incoherent love ballads. Covered by the top sheet that amazingly was tossed to the side and escaped our wet love gushes. Harlem's Sunday morning silent clamor at 4 a.m. lulled us to sleep, still joined in a constant state of fuck; we remained in that position all night, only to repeat the previous escapades 7 more times that weekend. Our final position at 1:30 a.m. Monday morning was barebacked; I took her from behind, ass cheeks rubbing on cock that could not fit inside her. Both of our moisture centers had been depleted, she squirted less than a cup, and I could only feed her a slow teaspoon of a dribble as she spun around to receive the spent cumshot, swallowing half my quick to deflate monster, slurping the last drops my testicles could muster. Turning to my torrid extension, dripping with my come, she licked me clean. Slurped and swallowed all evidence from my shaft and head, maintaining my softened, but stiff state. She absorbed my essence into her cells, pulling the remaining cum from deep inside my urethra. She drew her hands up from the base of my loins, pressing her thumb deep into my still swollen flesh, drawing up all of the nectar I could provide for her taste buds. My hands reached and cupped her marvelous ass aiding the sustaining of our continuous release. When it started to subside she remounted me, stuffing my rigidity back to where it belonged, she lay on top of me. To my surprise her warm, dark haven was still vibrating, dripping, constricting; orgasmic. She was crying, tears gently dripped from the corners of her beautiful sparkling eyes, she sucked on my nipples; the orgasms continued. Back in J.P. my cock was sore, raw from the constant rubbing. I unpacked my bag, showered, and got ready for work. I was tired all day, drained. All I could think about was the blur of bodies, positions, and dual ejaculations that occurred many times over the past few days. I arrived home exhausted. When I looked at the answering machine, the led lights flashed a number 2. I pressed play. "I know I'm calling you too soon after you left, but wanted to say that I am sooo glad you came to see me, and I had the most unbelievable time this weekend. I think you did too. Right now, I'm lying in my bed, naked, wishing you were here next to me, under me, on top of me... and ohh...behind me. (Giggle) I hope that we can do this as often as I like, because my pussy is missing you already... Call me when you like, I'll be here, bye." The message ended with a beep, a computerized voice told the time she called. Instantly, my cock stirred. Slow continuous throbs inflated my stiffening elongation beyond half mast. The bulge in my pants became irritating; the places where I rubbed too often were smarting, which was the whole 9 inches. To relieve the pain, I opened my pants and let my protrusion free. The bulbous head bobbed with every pulse my heart lent it, blood surged as I remembered the many ways we made love, fucked, and had sex over the past few nights. I had to sit down. The second message started. " Hey, Pee Jay, this is Lan ...(Hey!) And Linda. When are you coming back to New York? I don't want to scare you, but we really fell in love with your penis, and we want you to come back soon. (Or we could go there) Yeah, we could go there if you want... To make things easier for you. Let me know as soon as possible, cuz we want to get you in all the uncomfortable positions we couldn't at the club. Call us back, right now! (God, his cock is so big, we should pay him). We'll pay for your tickets and it's always free at the club from now on. (Call us!) Call us back! Bye" I heard the final beep as I ran to the bathroom and picked up the tube of Aloe Vera from the medicine cabinet, squirted a handful of salve into my hands, came back to the machine and pressed play as I listened to both messages over and over, working the medicine into the wounds of my plenipotentiary instrument.