Juan Perez called Melanie Sparks and asked her out a few nights after she'd been with Mr. Sanders. She wasn't sure she should go out with Juan any more, but she knew what he was like and was afraid of what he might do if she made him angry. What she really wanted to do was break up with Juan, but he'd always been possessive. And he had hit her more than once. She was scared that, somehow, he might find out about what she was doing with Mr. Sanders and make trouble for them.
She decided that the easiest thing to do would be for her to go out with Juan a few more times. She'd even get it on with him if that's what he wanted. She was willing to do whatever it took to keep Mr. Sanders from getting in trouble.
Melanie arrived at the spot where Juan said he'd pick her up just as his car turned the corner and started down the street toward her. She frowned when she saw that there were two people in the car. When Juan stopped at the curb in front of her, Melanie realized the other person in the car with Juan was a huge black man.
The black man got out, Melanie got in, then so did he, sandwiching her between the two men.
"Hey, baby, this here's Muhammad," Juan said, "He and me are real tight. Muhammad, this is Melanie. She's the chick I been tellin' you about. She's a real fox, ain't she?"
"Yeah," Muhammad replied, his voice deep. "She be fine, real fine."
"Muhammad, get Melanie a beer," Juan said.
Melanie didn't like beer, but she took the one Muhammad gave her anyhow. The last thing she wanted to do was make Juan angry. As they drove down the street, she sipped the beer.
Juan headed his car toward the edge of town. Melanie wanted to ask where they were going, but she didn't. Juan kept giving her looks that she couldn't quite figure out and she started to get a little frightened. She finished her beer and Muhammad immediately placed another in her hand. As she drank the second beer, she wondered where Muhammad's date was. That's where they were going, she decided, they were probably going to pick up Muhammad's date.
She was surprised when Juan turned into the driveway of a cheap motel. He parked in front of one of the rooms. "Come on, babe," he said. "Let's go in and have us a party."
The three of them got out of the car. Juan handed Melanie a key. "Go on in the room," he said, "Muhammad and I gots to talk."
Melanie walked toward the room and as she did, she realized she was a little light-headed. By the time they arrived at the motel, she'd drunk three beers and, since she hardly ever drank, she was feeling the effects of the alcohol she'd consumed.
She managed to get the door unlocked and walked into the room. It was was small and dingy, furnished with an old double bed with a metal headboard, a worn dresser, and one dilapidated chair. The room wasn't too clean, either. Through a door at the rear of the room, Melanie saw the tiny bathroom. She heard the car start, then leave.
Juan came in the door. "Muhammad had to go somewhere," he said. He walked over to Melanie, pulled her roughly into his arms, and kissed her.
Melanie was surprised to find that Juan's kiss had little effect on her. Just the same, she let him lead her to the bed and, at his direction, she laid down on it. Juan joined her on the bed and his hands slid under her blouse, onto her breasts.
Melanie began to experience small stirrings of desire. That was different. Used to be, all Juan had to do was touch her breasts and she couldn't think straight! He opened her blouse, exposing her braless breasts.
Melanie felt her desire grow a bit when Juan's hands moved to the rigid tips of her breasts. She always did like having her breasts played with. That never failed to turn her on.
Juan pushed her jeans down while his lips worked over her tumescent nipples and, finally, excitement began spreading through Melanie. She lifted her hips so Juan could slide her jeans off.
"Ohhhhhh!!!! Juan!!!" she mewled, as her swarthy lover again began sucking her nipples. "Keep doing that, baby, you know how it turns me on!"
"I sure as hell hope I do!" Juan replied, cupping her moist pussy with his hand.
Melanie's passion grew when he thrust two fingers into her. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she murmured. Her hips began moving in time with his thrusting fingers.
"Get on your knees," Juan said. "I wanna show you something new."
Melanie got to her knees on the bed while Juan slipped out of his clothes. Then he moved onto the bed behind her and she felt the tip of his erection teasing her wet pussy. Then, without warning, he shoved it into her so hard he almost knocked her flat on the bed.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!" Melanie moaned. The force and suddenness of Juan's onslaught startled her. He might not be the greatest lover who ever lived, but he usually took a little time to turn her on before he started fucking her. As his hard penis slid into her, his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her back against him.
Melanie, focussing on the sensations Juan's cock was pumping into her, thought she heard a noise, but wasn't sure what it was that she heard. Then she realized what it was. The door! Someone had come in! She turned her head and was shocked to see Muhammad standing just inside the door, his ebony face a mask of lust.
"Come on, Muhammad, join the party," Juan said, tightening his grip on Melanie's slim hips and increasing the pace and force of his fucking.
"Noooooo!!!!" Melanie moaned. "Please!!! Don't!!! Juan! What are you doing? Please, Juan, don't do this!"
Juan wouldn't release her, nor did he respond. He clung to her hips and continued pounding into her. Melanie she watched Muhammad undress. Huge muscles rippled under his tightly-stretched inky skin and a gigantic erection jutted from his groin--a long, thick black shaft with a swollen, purplish head. It bobbed as he walked across the room, toward the bed.
