Chapter 8: Three Plays One
Her fingers worked gently into your pussy and out again, searching for hard tip of your clitoris, which she quickly found.
Rubbing gently, her fingers slipped and slid through the combined juices, which you and the Negro had created, and which were now spread liberally over your loins.
The tip of the Negro's cock stiffened as it sensed your pussy responding to the soft caress of the girls slender, invading, fingers.
The girl slowly withdrew her wet finger and put it in her mouth, hungrily licking the juices, which ran down its length.
Her hand returned to the Negro's cock.
Slowly she eased her fingers around the massive penis, gripping it tightly in her hand.
The Negro's breath began to quicken again as she slid her hand up and down, pulling hard at the end of each successive stroke to give maximum power to her technique.
I stood at the foot of the bed, my hands locked onto the iron bedstead and beads of perspiration all over my body as I watched. My erect penis throbbed between the bars of the bedstead and rested on the soft black silk sheets on the bed.
As if by some prearranged signal, the Negro lifted his body off the bed, his huge cock still hard and erect in front of him.
Writhing gently on the silk sheets in front of us you put your hands between your legs and looking directly at each of us in turn, you masturbated gently.
The girl gestured for the Negro and I to stand at each side of the bed, close to where your head lay now on the soft cushions, still streaked with the Negro's semen.
She moved onto the bed and positioning herself between your outstretched ankles, she gently pushed and prised your legs further apart.
Your body arched in anticipation and expectation.
Placing both her soft hands under you, she raised your buttocks and looking directly into your eyes, she bent her head slowly forward.