Chapter 4: Amy and Oscar
I know, when we were looking on Craig's List, that Michael didn't notice Oscar because he was checking out Mariposa's beautiful tits and the incredible butterfly tattoo on her thigh, but when I saw the shot of his coal black body lying on the bed with his huge black cock fully erect, it turned me on like a light switch.
"Eleven inches," I said to Michael. The cell phone picture was good enough that the unique shape of his cock was obvious. I thought to myself even then that it looked almost like a baseball bat: narrow at the neck below the handle knob, and thick at the head- the head being where his cock merged into his body. And it was huge, almost up to his navel.
I had never been concerned about the size of a man's erection before David, but then I'd never had another cock inside of me except Michael's. Until that night with David. Even now it's not all that important. Michael and I always have great, sometimes even incredible, sex. But David was- guess he still is- thicker than Michael and a few inches longer. His stiff flesh completely filled the walls of my pussy; the pleasure of feeling his hard cock move in and out of me was intense, and the additional two inches- well, that made it all the more intense. It took me to places I'd never been. His head consistently hit my G-spot and I had multiple orgasms every time it did. So size doesn't matter in a relationship but it sure is fun when you can get it.
But having sex with someone else was exciting; it opened a new window into what I am. And since then I have come to worship the male sex organ. I love the feel of Michael's cock stroking in and out of my pussy and the sudden slickness as he fills me with his seed. I loved the sensations of David's manhood plying between my breasts, the thick throbbing veins, the fleshy head touching my lips and tongue with each forward thrust. Now I love being on my knees, a supplicant, stroking Oscar's obscene erection and taking it down my throat, a mass of black flesh truly worthy of supplication. But I digress.
Even as we got into the car that Friday afternoon to go to Oscar and Mariposa's, I was nervous with anticipation about what we were about to do. He was nervous, too. I mean, we were about to go to the home of a couple of strangers for the sole purpose of having a weekend of consensual sex with them. And I was going to watch Michael fuck another woman and he was going to watch another man fuck me... again. It had excited both of us when I fucked his brother while he watched and took pictures. Then again, that had been spontaneous; with this couple, it was by appointment.
But it had been incredible listening to Marisol moan with pleasure, watching her ride my husband's cock like a rodeo queen until he shot his load deep into her writhing body. Michael watched while Oscar took me doggie style with his big black cock and filled me with his hot cum. I guess you could say we were glad we kept the appointment.
Mary and I went to the restroom to clean up. Sticky cum was dripping down our legs like warm honey.
"How did you... how do you... take my husband's cock?" she asked as she took a warm damp washcloth to the inside of her thighs and her pussy lips. "I can't take more than half of it anywhere."
"Is it true what you told Michael?" I asked without replying to her question. For me, there was no answer. I just loved to suck cock and fuck, and Oscar fulfilled both of those loves.
She handed me a washcloth. "I've only had sex with a few other men." she replied, "so I don't have a lot to compare, but he... Michael... the way he kisses... his responses," she sighed with a wistful look in her eyes, "... so yes, he's the best fuck I've ever had. But I really want to know, how do you take him, my husband?"
It took me a moment to consider a response without blushing. After all, I was discussing the intimacy of fucking her husband with her, his wife! "I wish I could give you an answer, Marisol," I finally replied, "Your husband's cock just seems to fit in my body like fingers in a glove."
"Doesn't it hurt? We have a hard time fucking because he stretches my pussy, and I gag when his cock goes too deep down my throat."
"I let the pain happen as part of the pleasure," I replied, "because sex is all about the mixture of the two, pleasure and pain." I wiped the stickiness from my thighs and tamped it from my labia. I was the slightest bit sore. She was right: the base of his cock stretched me out. "But let me ask you Mary, do you want all four of us in your bed? That could be fun and a bit kinky. All kinds of possibilities there."
But then I posed, "...or would you rather sleep with Michael?"
She laughed after thinking about it for a moment. "So you want to sleep with Oscar tonight, huh? You bad girl!"
I admitted it: It had been lusty and exciting watching my husband fuck another woman while I fucked another man, but it was almost like a reality show or a porn production. There was too much going on between the four of us, almost like we were putting on a performance for our mate. Now I wanted Oscar all to myself, to take his big black baseball bat of a cock as often as I could until the sun came up. Suck it and fuck it dry. I'd never had black cock before and taking it was, well, more than just exciting. It felt like an erotic taboo. There wasn't a word in my vocabulary that could express the sensations, cravings and mindless lust his engorged sex organ brought to my body. It was all visceral, carnal, pure animal lust. Cock worship.
She admitted that fucking Michael all night would fill some cravings of her own, some she'd had for a long time. "I know what it's like Amy. Great sex is so hard to find."
We warmed a couple more damp washcloths for our husbands and walked back out to meet them. Smiling from ear to ear. Like cats who just ate the canaries.
Marisol and Michael went left. We went upstairs.The master bedroom was the size of our living room. It was huge. Sliding glass doors opened to a veranda looking out over homes and wineries lit like Christmas lights in the black hills etched against the fading red sky. Headlights from distant cars wandered like ants through the city streets below and out into the countryside.
It was just past sunset in late summer. I opened one of the sliders and walked out to inhale the view. It was awesome.
I could feel Oscar come up behind me. "This view is..."
"... spectacular, right?" he said, completing my sentence. I nodded. He nuzzled my neck and cupped my breasts in his warm hands and gently teased the nipples between his index finger and thumb until they stood firm like little raisins. "You two engineered this, didn't you?"
"And are you complaining?" I quipped. I leaned into him.
The head of his cock rubbed up against the inside of my thigh as it arced up into an erection. Warm embers sparked up in my loins. His hands found their way down my waist to the crease in my thighs. His fingers and thumbs formed a triangle at my mons venus. His thumb played with my clit while his fingers pushed the lips of my pussy together in slow, rhythmic pulses. A finger found its way up the wet slit into my throbbing cunt. My knees were shaking. I wasn't sure if I could stand up. I turned my head and kissed him, his lips drowning my lusty moans.
