Brad Roberts

Jenny_s favorite color

CHAPTER ONE

A single lamp burned in the small but well-furnished apartment living room. Janice Lane was whimpering softly as she writhed in a passionate sixty-nine embrace under the woman above her. The sharp contrast of Janice's lush five foot four, 35-22-36, twenty-one year old body and blonde hair, locked beneath the thirty-five year old Negress was strong in the soft light, and it thrilled her husband as he watched them working on each other.

For a long time it was enough for him to watch them and jack himself off, but finally Don gave in to his desire and moved across to them, clutching a bottle of Vaseline in his hand.

His eyes went directly to the resilient hillocks of the Negress' ass as he stuck his finger in the jar and then began to cover his knob with the lubricant.

When he was finished, he moved forward, climbing up onto the couch behind her; then he reached for the brown cheeks of her buttocks with his left hand. He parted them; then he put his Vaseline-covered finger against the tight, puckered entrance and shoved it in.

A moistly muffled moan of wild delight filled the room as the prostitute felt the hot, oily finger slip into her ass. The sound served to heighten Don's excitement; and he moved forward, guiding his knob with his right hand.

He let the smooth, throbbing head press against the small entrance and began to rotate it slowly with his hand, teasing and testing the tightness. He was momentarily disappointed at the realization that his was far from the first cock to grace the whore's anus, but he pushed the thought aside as he shoved forward slowly.

He let out a soft groan as his knob slipped through the entrance and thrust into the wondrous, hot, embracing chasm of her bowels. His hands went to her hips as he coaxed her until she began to rotate her round, shimmering buttocks, letting the powerful thrust of his massive prick work the big, burning head further into her deliciously hot chasm.

Another monthly ritual had begun…

For both Janice and Don this was the sublime, and he knew it. His cock tingled as he watched hem sucking at each other, heard the sound of their moist lapping, smelled the hot, flowing cunt juice and sweet, passion-induced sweat.