Tina turned for a moment and saw Maku heading for her room with a mop and bucket to clean up the leftovers of their little humping session in the bathtub. In the background she continued to hear the plop-plop of the two bodies meeting in love.
Tina turned back to the duo in the master bedroom and she could see that they were both climaxing, wordlessly quivering and shooting their loads as their bodies strained against each other in that cosmic moment of total destruction.
"Well, Tina, are you coming in or are you just going to stand there or are you going to join us?" Marshall called out as he rolled off Elsie, exposing once again her juicy body.
"Huh?"
"We've both been watching you for a long time," Marshall laughed. "Come on and join us." He patted the mattress on the other side of his fat black lover.
Tina smiled. She was glad Marshall had a sense of humor and she walked into the room and plunked down beside Elsie.
"Miss Tina want to suck my boobie?" Elsie magnanimously asked.
"How did you know?" Tina responded. "Your eyes are open as big as my boobie, go ahead suck, Mama Elsie like," she replied.
Tina bent over and took a large mouthful of Elsie's ample tit. It tasted sweet-sour from the sweat of humping, but it was big and soft and Tina loved it.
"Now don't get too excited, Tina," Marshall cut in. "There are some people coming over for a little party later, and I've got one friend picked out just for you."
"Why, thank you," Tina responded. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Elsie, go get her the special salve," Marshall commanded.
Elsie was enjoying Tina's little sucking session as much as Tina was, but she reluctantly got up. She pulled her skimpy frock onto her body and left the room.
Marshall reached over and fondled Tina's tits.
"The Indians off in the jungle back of the house have an amazing collections of potions," he said, pushing her boobs together so he nipples touched and grew erect under the pressure. "Anyway, the one I sent Elsie for is guaranteed to net you any man you want and if you'll take my advice, set your aim at Roger, huh?"
"For at least one night," Tina laughed, pressing up against Marshall's hands as he applied a little pressure to her tender boobs.
"Enjoying yourself so far?" Marshall asked.
"Yes, especially that little houseboy of yours," she said, rolling over on top of Marshall and straddling his body.
Marshall looked up as Tina balanced herself across his stomach and sliding back so that her ass slithered over his stomach. His cock grew erect and her ass slithered over it and she spread her legs so that it could slide into her waiting crevice which was sopping wet with anticipation. Tina groaned in ecstasy as Marshall's tool slid home, and she rode up and down, up and down hard on the granite-hard prick that was poking deep into her.
Marshall lay back and laughed as Tina rode and rode and rode until she keeled overland blacked out, her body shaking and quivering as Marshall's tool shot his load deep into her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tina awoke with a start, feeling a pair of strong large hands lifting her buttocks. She was lying on her belly and the hands turned her on her back. Tina blinked her eyes open and looked up to see Elsie leaning over, her tits straining against her flimsy frock.
"Wake up, Miss Tina," she hissed. "Guests are arriving and you must put potion on."
Tina rolled over and surrendered to the strong hands of Elsie. She would rather have taken Elsie off to her own room and spent a couple of hours exploring her big, black body with its many contrasts, large, but delicate, fleshy, yet firm and oh, so sexy.
Tina propped herself up on one arm and watched as Elsie kneeled at the foot of the bed and whispered what seemed to be a prayer. Elsie swiftly arose and took a small vial from her pocket and poured a bit of the creamy liquid into the palm of her hand and slapped it over Tina's left tit. Tina winced under the impact which was so sudden, but the liquid seemed to be hot and smooth and Elsie's hand was so comforting. Elsie repeated the procedure with Tina's other tit and again Tina felt heat spreading through her body, just like the slow methodical budding of a really great orgasm.
Elsie was really enjoying her work and the smile on her face showed it. She spilled the remainder of the vial on Tina's belly and massaged it thoroughly in, from the bottom of her tits into the dense bush between her legs.
"Bring you good luck to your good body," Elsie smiled at Tina.
Tina smiled back and spread her legs, inviting Elsie, but Elsie frowned.
"Not when guests are here," she said suddenly, turning and leaving the room.
Tina surveyed her body. The white cream had disappeared into her skin and she ran her hands over her tits and belly feeling the unusual silky feeling that her skin had gained from the cream.
"You must be Tina," a voice from beyond the door called out. Tina wasn't really startled. She somehow expected someone to walk through the door, and now he did.
Tall and blond with a well-muscled body and Tina could see almost every one of the bulging muscles. He was clad only in a pair of flowered beach shorts and loved showing off his perfect body.
"I'm Roger."
"They told me a lot about you," Tina replied.
"What did they say?" he shot back looking over Tina who made no effort to rise or hide any part of her body that lay sprawled on the bed before him like a delicious platter of goodies.
"Just that I had to meet you, though they didn't say why," Tina answered, rearranging herself slightly so he could have a better view of her pussy.
"They told me quite a bit about you, too."
"What?"
"I'd rather find out for myself," he grinned, approaching the bed.
"What's stopping you?"
Roger said nothing, just stood there, fiddling with the stretch band on his shorts and watching as Tina rolled over and tossed her hair back and forth making a long, whipping motion with it. Tina knew that cream or no cream, magic or no magic, she had Roger in the palm of her hand and she was enjoying the sensation. She stood up on the bed, drawing herself up to her full height and then fell into a complete split, her bush brushing the satin sheets on the bed, and her cunt opening wide as the muscles stretched her lips open. Tina rolled back, her legs still apart, so Roger could get a solid view of her crevice.
"Everything they said about you was true," he laughed out loud.
"Everything they said and more," Tina grinned back. "Watch this."
Tina pulled herself back to a standing position and then leaped off the bed, landing on her hands and going into a full cartwheel.
"And this," she continued.
Now she allowed herself to fall back, her legs spread wide. She fell back, bending in half the wrong way. This incredible bend stunned even Roger. He stared motionless at Tina who jiggled her tits which hung over her shoulders now. He also stared at Tina's patch which was stretched tight by this latest contortion. Her cunt lips poked through the thick black hair and at the top of her cunt, the pink knob of her clit pushed through like a miniature prick. Roger's mouth watered as he surveyed the display of nookie before him, and slipped his shorts over his stiff rod and down his legs.
"Don't just stand there, lover boy," Tina laughed, jiggling her tits again. "Come hump me."
Roger knew an invitation when he received one and took two steps toward Tina. He fingered her patch and ran his fingers up and down the ridge of her cunt lips.
"Do it now, you bastard," Tina hissed.