Last Days of Walter Smith : Part 2 – The Three Surprises

Walter didn’t need an engraved invitation. He climbed on the bed and laid between her tanned legs, flicking his tongue over her succulent pussy lips. She began to moan immediately, running her fingers through his hair as he sampled her tasty snatch. With long strokes, he began to lick from asshole to clit, pausing to finger her hole lightly. “Eat it, baby!” panted Georgette, unable to wait any longer. She pushed his face into her muff and he hungrily devoured her, pushing his tongue inside her. Grabbing her tiny ass firmly in both hands, he brought her to a crashing orgasm as he nibbled her clit. Wrapping her legs around his head, she shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. “Oh, Walter,” she panted as he finished, “I liked that a lot.”

“I didn’t like it one bit,” came a voice from the doorway.

“Angela!” Georgette shouted in a shocked voice.

“Would you like to introduce me to your new friend?” Angela asked. Walter turned around to see an ebony beauty, as round and soft looking as Georgette was petite.

“This is Walter,” Georgette said, in a quavering voice.

“Oh, so this is Walter,” said Angela. “Well, I’ve heard a lot about you. About how sweet you are, and how much Georgette wanted to fuck you. Well, Walter, you obviously haven’t heard about me, or our house rules.” Angela walked closer to the bed. Walter began to think that he wouldn’t have to worry about a painful death six months from now, because he was going to get killed today. “Nobody fucks in our bed…unless both of us get fucked in our bed.” In a swift motion, Angela whipped the sundress she was wearing over her head and threw it on the floor. Her thick black bush was right in Walter’s face, and her skin was so dark it seemed to shine. “I just saw what you gave my little sweetheart here. Would you care for more of the same in chocolate?” Angela smiled devilishly, guiding Walter’s face into her cunt. “Mind if I sit down?” Angela asked. Walter knew just what to do, as he laid flat on his back and let Angela mount his face. As his tongue probed, the black beauty pushed her pussy into his face.

Georgette began to rub her tits on Walter’s cock and he felt it begin to stiffen again. Georgette climbed on top of him and impaled herself on his hard dick. Blinded from the action, he could hear Angela and Georgette kissing as they rode him. “Get off him, Georgie Girl,” Angela ordered. “I want me some, too.” Georgette did as she was told, getting completely off the bed. “You got the mouth, Walter, but here’s the test. You got to grind in my pussy.” Angela laid across the bed and Walter mounted her, easing his thick seven inches into her tunnel of love while he sucked a mouthful of black tit.

Her breath coming faster, Angela grabbed Walter’s ass and directed his thrusting. Georgette slipped in behind him and began to tongue his asshole while he remained buried in Angela’s beaver. “That’s surprise number two,” said Georgette, before forcing her tongue into his butt. Walter had never experienced such an uninhibited fuck from one woman, let alone two. He began to grunt from the effort of holding back the approaching explosion he felt in his sack.

“Don’t you come in my pussy,” warned Angela. “Stand up.” Walter did as he was directed, climbing off the bed. Angela knelt in front of him while Georgette stayed behind him. “You’ll like this, Walter. Me and Georgie Girl here try to see if we can touch tongues.” With that, Angela wrapped her lips around his prick and sucked with enthusiasm while Georgette licked her way into his butthole. He felt his sphincter tighten around her tongue as Angela pulled her mouth away, yanking his crank until he sprayed a jet of spunk into her short afro. He grabbed at the dresser to support himself as his knees buckled. “This boy’s had enough,” opined Angela, inspecting Walter’s weakened state. “But I’ll bet you haven’t, Georgie. Sit down, Walter. I’m guessin’ this is surprise number three.”

Walter sat down in the chair beside the bed as Georgette crawled eagerly onto the mattress. She presented herself on all fours as Angela turned around strapping on a harnessed dildo that was a good ten inches long. “Tell me how much you like it, Georgie Girl. Tell this white boy how you worship this dick.”

“I want your dick, Angie Baby. I want you to fuck the daylights out of me.”

Angela grabbed Georgette’s ass and thumped her leather cock in and out of the slippery canal. Georgette yipped and squirmed, laying her face on the bedspread in obvious delight. Some sort of device whirred inside the harness, as Angela’s face began to glow with a sheen of perspiration. Her belly tightened as she prepared for an orgasm of her own. She rammed the dildo home mercilessly, as she felt her own pleasure crest. Walter could see moisture running down her legs as she slowed to a stop. She collapsed onto the bed as Georgette curled up, cat-like, and licked the dildo clean.

When she had regained her strength, Angela sat up, leaning on her elbow. “You’re welcome to come back here anytime,” she instructed. “As long as you remember that’s my pussy you’re fuckin’. I ain’t promisin’ anything like what we had here today. I think about dick the way I think about spinach salad. It’s not like I want it everyday, but every now and then, I get a taste for some.”

They shared some champagne before Walter dressed to go. Two things were obvious to him now. One was that a lot of the world had passed him by while he had worried what “someone might think.” And the second thing was that as soon as he walked out the door, Angela and Georgette were headed back to the bedroom for seconds.

But Walter felt no jealousy. The two were obviously in love and shared a complicated, but giving relationship. He hadn’t even wanted to join them for another go-round. There was planning to be done for tomorrow, after all. Payback was a bitch, he had always heard. And so was his ex-fiancee, Lena.