Sitting astride him, she was able to grind her still swollen clit against his body and bring herself to the point of orgasm once again.
As she rubbed and thrust, Pete just relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being passive and doing nothing as this beautiful woman rode his stiff dick. From time to time, he brought his lips up to suck on her nipples, which she loved.
His friend, Bob however, was anxious to get his own twitching dick into this hot piece. He gently guided her body, so that soon, she was no longer sitting but instead lying atop Pete, their cock and cunt still joined in their blissful union. He parted Valerie's ass and as she fucked Pete, Bob slid his tongue up and down her tanned back, finally driving it straight between the cheeks of her ass.
She wiggled, to signify her pleasure and soon, he was licking her ass hole with unrestrained passion. He drove his tongue deep into her and pulled it out again. Meanwhile, his hand was toying with his hot rod, bringing to its full eight inches.
When Valerie's ass was juicy and dripping, he put the tip of his penis against it and started to push. She loved it and tried to stick her ass further up towards him to accommodate the stiff appendage. In a short while, his big dick was sliding in easily and although he was gentle at first, he soon grew bolder and started pounding in and out with quick, furious strokes.
He gripped Valerie's shoulders and pinned her arms back, which made her struggle a little against the vise like grasp. This left her tits jutting almost straight out, begging to be bitten and gobbled by Pete's hungry mouth that drew them in.
Valerie was shaking and gasping all at once, delighting in the mad feelings.
She moved madly, passionately, trying to get the two tat cocks further inside of her.
Bob was pulling Valerie's slim arms very tightly behind her now and pulling on her long strands of hair with his other hand.
She was busy riding Pete's dick, digging her thighs into his ribs, trying to get ever closer. She pushed herself almost flat against him, needing only a few last rubs to cause her shattering orgasm to come. As she did so, Bob had been bucking and snorting behind and now emptied his hot seed into her quivering ass, so that they both came at the same moment, their cries of passion causing some of the others to look over in their direction. Valerie's spasms caused Pete to come too and his come rose like a waterfall, shooting up and spraying the inner walls of Valerie's cunt with his thick, hot juices.
They remained all tangled up together, panting heavily. Bob removed his dick form her ass and then Valerie was able to roll over and stretch out her sore limbs.
She felt someone push her and realized that she was being handed a joint. Raising it to her parched lips, she inhaled deeply and passed it on to Bob. It came around again and then again and still again.
She was already drunk and now the combination of the grass and the vodka made her head reel. She started to see things and got very, very thirsty.
She stumbled into the kitchen and poured herself a tall, cold glass of water. As she stood there drinking it, she began to see things.
Two people in the living room were fucking on the couch. Instead of seeing the arms of the woman though, they became transformed into the wings, snowy and soft, of a great bird, or perhaps an angel.
She drew closer, for another look. As she did, she knocked into someone or something. Spilling the water, she reached out to steady herself. She couldn't quite make out what she had knocked into. It seemed soft and she thought that it might be a bunny. A giant bunny. The Easter Bunny. She giggled and leaned over to touch it. It was soft and furry and she continued stroking it.
Then, she realized that it was not the Easter Bunny after all, but a short, curly haired woman. The woman just smiled and said nothing as Valerie petted her. At first, Valerie's foggy brain thought that the woman was made of chocolate and wanted a taste. She leaned over and sucked on her neck.
The woman did not taste like chocolate, but her skin was faintly salty and good. Valerie realized that she was black. A black woman, not a chocolate one. But she tasted nice and Valerie kept licking her neck and began to feel her ripe brown tits.
They were still standing in the door way and the kitchen light was on, so several people, too drunk or high to fuck, watched with interest. Valerie's mouth had now moved down to the black woman's tits and were sucking them like candy.
The black woman reached up to cup Valerie's boobs, her hands dark and maple wood against Valerie's snowy flesh. Their arms reached up and they fell into one another's embrace.
The party was very excited now, cheering as the black woman's hands went down to the golden pussy. They stroked and probed, with the gentle, sure quality of a woman's touch. Her ebony fingers found their way inside the other woman's hole and she slid two of them in with ease.
Valerie moaned and sat down on the floor, her legs spread. Everyone urged them on. "Come on baby, suck that white pussy!" someone shouted and they all laughed. The black woman was only too happy to comply. She got down so that her mouth was inches from Valerie's hot pussy and then her tongue lashed out, flicking Valerie's clit with careful sure strokes as the excited crowd watched.
Her pussy, with it soft, springy black hairs, was right in front of Valerie. Gathering the plump brown ass and thighs in her hands, she spread the pussy open and stuck her face right in it. The other woman's gasps were hidden by Valerie's own golden muff, where she had her sensuous lips glued.
Their tongues were mad and frenzied, lashing and darting with lightening speed. Valerie took the rhythm from the black woman and as her orgasm approached, the crowd was still yelling.
The hot, pink tongue and full lips that surrounded her cunt lips and clit were driving Valerie crazy. Every now and then, the woman would blow her hot breath on the swollen area to dry it off and then her mouth would bear down again, making the blood rush singing to Valerie's brain.
The black woman, sensing that Valerie's orgasm was near, slipped her fingers deep into Valerie's pit, giving the muscles something to clamp on as the spasms started, grew and broke, like glistening waves, all over. Moving her face from the black patch for a moment, she uttered a long scream and the crowd broke into furious applause.
They were still clapping as she returned her lips to the chocolate and coral pussy and drew the clit between her teeth and they continued to clap as the black woman shrieked her pleasure, her orgasm a series of clear, piercing cries.
Then blackness over took Valerie's drugged mind and she settled into a long, restful sleep, from which she did not wake until late the next day. When she finally did rise, she was lying in bed, alone. She turned over to see a huge bunch of flowers in a large crystal vase beside her. One dozen yellow roses smiled happily at her sleepy face and she pulled herself up to read the note that was propped up against the vase.
Tearing it open, she read: "You were wonderful! Had an assignment in Central Park this morning and couldn't bear to wake you. If you need to go before I get back, leave me your number. Love, Pete."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Monday morning at work, Valerie glowed with the happy serenity of one well satisfied. Her well-being spilled over for the next few days, but soon, little things began to irritate her and she was restless and agitated once again.
For one thing, Hank Stone was a constant annoyance. He was always cold, always aloof, although she could see that he had warmed up a little to another woman in the office. It bothered her even more because the woman, Julie, was not especially pretty. Thin and dark, she had a rather pallid race and no tits to speak of. Valerie was furious, especially when she overheard Hank telling some other man in the office how he thought Julie was very smart and was urging her to apply to law school.