"Would you two gentlemen be so kind as to escort me to the bedroom?" Susan said.
"We'd be fools not to," I said.
Hawk didn't say a word. He just started towards the bedroom, his cock still jutting from the front of his pants. It would have looked silly on any other man. I have never seen Hawk look silly. He could make a foam cowboy hat look stylish. Susan stopped at the bedroom door and put a her small hand on Hawk's broad chest.
"Wait just a second. Something's not right," she said.
"Yes, Missy."
Susan gave his big cock a quick squeeze and walked back the way she came. Hawk leaned against the wall by the door, watching Susan's womanly ass. I was watching it too. She went back to the kitchen and took a heavy, glass tumbler from the cabinet and filled it with ice. She took the bottle of Jameson's from the top of the refrigerator and poured three fingers worth. She walked back to me, her big breasts swaying, an exaggerated swivel to her hips. She took my wine glass and handed me the Irish whiskey.
"Somehow, wine just doesn't seem right for this, " she said.
"I'm not sure there are rules for this sort of thing."
"Goody," she said, "We can make it up as we go along."
She glided into the bedroom. Hawk made an 'after you' gesture to me. As I walked past him, he made an show of swinging his cock out of the way so I could pass. I looked down at it. It thrust out of his fly a good ten inches. I could have hung six of my suits from it. He flashed me a big grin.
"Prodigious Johnson," he said.
"King of the Delta Blues?" I said.
"Electric Boogaloo."
Susan called from the bedroom.
"I can leave you two boys alone, if you'd like."
"Lady sound eager," Hawk said.
"Hell, who wouldn't be," I said. We went in.
Susan guided me to the chair by the window. She had turned it to face the bed. She kissed me long and deep, then sat me in the chair. I took a long pull of the whiskey. She crawled onto the bed from the foot of it, slinking like a big cat. The hair between her cheeks was dense and black. She flopped on her back onto the pillow, as much of a flop as a lady a graceful as she can flop.
"Ouch," she said. She sat up and rubbed her head. She slid her hand under the pillow and pulled out my .38 snubnose.
"Sorry," I said. "You can put it on the bedstand."
"Why do you keep a gun under the pillow?" she said.
"If I keep it on top it leaves a dent in my face."
She rolled her big eyes at me and dropped the pistol in the waste basket. Then she sat back against the headboard and looked at Hawk.
"I want you naked," she said. "Take off your clothes and bring me that magnificent cock."
Hawk disrobed the way he did everything, with an effortless grace. Susan's fingers toyed with her lower lip as she watched him. When he was naked, he stood beside the bed, letting her take a long look. His body was lean and black. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him. His ebon skin was tight over his muscles. His arms were large and strong, the kind of muscle you get from work, not pumping machines. His eyes never left her as he moved onto the bed. She cupped his big balls in her hand and guided him to her until he was kneeling in front of her, straddling her body. His cock was as long and thick as the cardboard tube in a roll of paper towels. I had never seen one larger, but I don't watch porn. It jutted toward her mouth. She licked her lips like a wanton in a melodrama. She gave me a lascivious wink and went to work.
I squirmed a little in my chair and made the necessary adjustments to my own swelling tool. I took another sip of my whiskey. It was cool and smokey. Susan was right. This was the kind of drink you need when you watch your lover sucking another man's cock. I knew how skilled she was. I knew Hawk was sailing towards heaven.
Susan prided herself on her skill as an orator. She knew that Jewish American Princesses weren't supposed to do such things. They certainly weren't supposed to enjoy it. She took that as a challenge. She got a wicked thrill from it, so I encouraged her whenever she wanted to practice. My pleasure was secondary, of course. One of the advantages to being average-sized is that you get better head. At least that is what we average guys tell ourselves. Susan did seem to be a bit intimidated by Hawk's length.
Hawk stroked her thick hair with his far hand. Courteous of him, not to block my view. Susan played with his rod like a toy, weighing it in her hand, rubbing it against her cheek. She kissed and licked it, tasting it like candy. She slid her wet mouth along its length. She kissed his hairless balls. Then she took him in her mouth. She sucked him in, stopping about halfway down his long shaft. She took him in and out, her head bobbing. She stoked his taut buttocks and dragged her long nails over his smooth, black skin. A trickle of spit rolled down her chin. After a time, she pulled him from between her lips and took a few gasping breaths. She looked up at him. Her eyes were watery.
"I don't think I can take you all. I'm sorry," she said.
"You doing just fine," he said.
"I want to take you all the way down my throat," she panted.
"No. No. My turn anyway."
He caught her under her arms and lifted her without any apparent strain. Her body slid up from between his legs until he held her above him, her low-slung breasts in his face. He put his mouth over her large, dark nipple and began to nuzzle her. She let out a low moan. Susan is not a small woman, and Hawk's biceps grew hard and the cables of his arms rose from the effort of holding her. He kissed and suckled her, pressing his face into her cleavage. Then he turned his body and tossed her onto the bed. He caught her long legs in his strong hands and spread them wide. He lowered his face into the thick tangle of curls between them. Susan's head hung over the end of the bed, her hair cascading down like black water.
From my chair across the room I could smell the scent of her arousal. From where Hawk was, it must have been intoxicating. Susan gets very wet when she is excited. Very wet. Hawk lapped at the pool of her passion like it was an oasis in the desert. Susan's head lolled back and forth. She growled deep in her throat. She clutched her big breasts in her hands and pinched her own nipples hard. She bit her lower lip. Her flat belly rose and fell.
In my chair, I was perspiring. I rubbed the cold glass across my brow. I swallowed down the rest of the whiskey, enjoying the burn in my throat. I was as hard as Chinese Calculus. Susan had always been very energetic and very uninhibited in bed, but she was also very quiet. Now, though, she was getting loud.
"Oh. Ah. Aaaaaaaa. Gaaaaa," she moaned. Her body began to buck and writhe, almost as if she was trying to escape the pleasure she was obviously feeling. Then she slapped both of her hands onto Hawk's bald head and ground his face into her center. Her back arched and she screamed. Once. Twice. Three times. Then she pushed his head away.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
