Gab laughed as his gentle fingers stretched the tender skin. "The better to lick you, my dear," he said.
Gab flattened his tongue and slid it over the moist surface of Doris's cunt. He soon had her sighing with delight. Then he made his tongue rigid and poked it into the vaginal opening, effecting a slight penetration. He fucked her hole with the tip until Doris said, "Oh, glory!"
Donnie became infected by her sister's apparent enjoyment. She moved to Gab's side and pulled his hand away from her sister's twat. She spread her legs and placed the black hand on her pink lined cunt. "Feel it, Gab," she begged.
Now Gab licked Doris's cunt while at the same time he felt Donnie's delight. He stroked the hair on it and then pinched the full lips until Donnie cried, "Not so rough, you black bastard!"
Without missing a lick on Doris's twat he pushed a finger up Donnie's and finger-fucked her until she was dancing up and down.
"Oh, glory!" Doris said as Gab now began to concentrate on her small bud. He sucked and licked the tiny rod until Doris felt as if her cunt would burst into flames. "Gab! GAB! Gab! Eat it!" she yelled as the orgasmic pinging of her uterus began. A slight perspiration beaded her upper lip as familiar contractions moved from her ass to cunt, forcing her tiny bud to throb.
"Oh glory!" she said again as she got Gab's head between her thighs. She squeezed the head as her spasms reached their peak. Gab forced his lips against hers and continued to lick the quivering twat until Doris yelled, "Enough!"
Gab hadn't neglected Donnie while he brought her sister to the begging point. But now Donnie stopped dancing up and down on Gab's finger. She said, "How about fucking me now, Gab?"
"I'm hungry," Gab said.
"And I can't wait!"
"Fuck her, Gab, or she'll cry," Doris said as she released Gab's head from her soft thighs.
"How was it?" Gab asked.
"You ate it just fine, Gab," Doris said.
"My dessert," he said. "Now where's my dinner?"
"Fuck first," Donnie said as she bent over the table. Her fulsome ass curved invitingly. Reaching behind her she pulled the lips apart. "Here it is, you black bastard-fuck it!"
Gab stood with his stiffening cock in hand, aiming it at Donnie's rear end. "Which hole, my splendid bitch?" he asked.
"Not that virgin one-don't you dare!" she said as Gab pressed the head of his cock against her anus.
"Fuck her, Gab," Doris said. "I want to watch you perform."
Gab pushed the length of his prick into Donnie's waiting cunt. He reached up under her and squeezed her bra-covered breasts. He began the sexual rhythm that ultimately makes the body feel so good.
Doris reached between Gab's legs and pulled on his balls. "You like to fuck us, don't you, Gab?"
"Oui, mes amies," he said as he continued to lurch against the beautiful crack that held so much pleasure. "You are almost the best."
"Why you big black cock!" Doris said. She pinched Gab's balls lightly in the palm of her hand. "Who's best?"
"Let up, you bitch!" Gab yelled.
"Who's best?"
"You two, you two!" Gab yelled again.
Doris released the bag as Donnie said pantingly, "Fuck, Gab-you almost had me coming."
Gab returned to his thrusting and soon had Donnie crying. "Man, man, what a nerve-shattering bang!"
Gab moved quicker now."
"Do it, you black bastard!" Donnie called. "Put it all in!"
Gab stopped. "What do you think I have," he inquired indignantly, "a ten-foot pole?"
"Give it, give it!" Donnie squealed as Gab's handsome prick impelled the orgasm that made her sink flat against the table-a partly naked, shaking, satisfied blonde.
Gab pulled his cock from Donnie's twat. "I'll save this load for later," he said, adding, "I'm hungry."
Without any regard for hygienics the three sat down at the table to eat their TV dinners. Both girls' cunts remained uncovered while Gab's prick now nestled between his bare thighs.
Donnie was the first to speak. "What's with that line, 'almost best'?"
"Yes," Doris chimed in. "Who's better than we are, you big black cock?"
Gab smiled until a forkful of meat loaf reached his lips. He opened his mouth and unloaded the fork. He chewed awhile, deliberately.
"Come on," Donnie said. "Tell us."
At last Gab said, "The best is always the woman I haven't had in bed yet. A new face, a new cunt, perhaps a new kind of experience."
"Who do you have in mind?" Doris asked sweetly.
Gab chewed on another load of meat loaf before he said, "A woman in this building."
Donnie pointed her fork at Gab, "I bet I know!" she said.
"I do too!" Doris said. "That woman in 6-B!"
Gab pushed the empty container away and sat back. "I'll say this: you could be right."
"Why you black bastard!" Donnie said as she finished the last portion of potatoes on her plate.
"Why you big black cock!" Doris said. "We should kick you the hell out of our apartment!"
Gab laughed-and it turned into a chuckle as he said, "You splendid bitches don't, believe that I'd fuck anyone else as long as your fine cunts and wet mouths will take my prick?"
"We wouldn't trust you," Donnie said.
"You can say that again," Doris said, getting up from the table and moving to Gab's side. She reached under the table and pulled Gab's cock. "When you start putting this in somebody else's cunt you can count us out."
"Don't worry," Gab said as he made a pass at the twat by his side. "If I do that you can cut it off-and I'll eat it!"
Donnie came to Gab's side and both girls kissed his forehead. Doris said, "That we'll do."
Donnie said, "Let's go to bed and play house."
"What better way to spend an evening?" Gab asked.
Chapter 4
About the same time the Classman twins were being fucked by the black rod of Gab Monthor, the virgin in 6-B left her apartment and knocked on the door to 6-C.
A red-haired girl wearing only a one-piece black leotard opened the door. "Hi, Conchi!" she said. "Ready for your lesson?"
"Yes, of course," Conchi said as she entered the apartment. She turned to the girl who had followed her into the room. "When I see your body, Tina, I feel ashamed that I ever thought of belly dancing."
"You have a wonderful body, Conchi," the redhead said, "and belly dancing is one way to make it more exciting to men."
"It and I don't see eye to eye," Conchi said.
The redhead laughed pleasantly. "Mercy, mercy," she said. "To hear you talk makes me believe you don't agree with sex."
"I don't, Tina."
"But men!" the girl said. "How can you do without men?"
"Easy-oh, I like them, but only socially. No other way."
"Haven't you ever?" the girl asked.
"Not ever," Conchi said.
Tina's blue eyes were almost black as she looked at Conchi with amazement. "Why you poor dear! It is the best thing in the world to get!"
"Do you really like it, Tina?"
"Conchi," the redhead said as she placed a hand on her pupil's shoulder, "intercourse is the only thing in this world that can be a real pleasure."
"What you just said makes it easier for me to talk to you."
"About what, for mercy's sake?"
"I have a problem, Tina, and I have to talk to someone about it."
"Then let's talk-let's talk like real friends, Conchi."
Conchi smiled her relief and placed a hand over that of the girl's on her shoulder. "I would rather wait until later."
"All right, Conchi; we'll dance and then talk."
Bettina Werp was the owner of a large and successful business downtown. She was a professional dancer who had given up stage and television work for a place of her own. Next to sex, dancing was her main thing. Conchi Thorne and a few other women came to her apartment for lessons; the rest went to her well-furnished and spacious studio where she taught all kinds of dancing.