Chapter 3
The late afternoon sun streamed through the living-room windows of Apartment 3-C. It illuminated a tableau that would have excited Boccaccio.
Gabriel Monthor lay naked on the expensive Persian rug with his head resting on a yellow bolster. His hands were clasped together on his chest as his half-closed eyes watched his playmates work on his eight-inch cock. The service he was getting had already driven him to Ecstasy-ville.
Giving the sensual service were two lovely girls. They were dressed in the uniform of a nurse-complete with pantsets on gorgeous bodies, white caps on blonde hair, with white shoes on small feet.
The girls were on their knees and elbows busy bathing Gab's cock with their sweet saliva. Their pink tongues curled around the stiff black rod as they moved their heads in unison up and down. Once in a while their tongues touched and they would stop and squeal in delight before continuing up and down the black shaft.
"Suck it a little," Gab said.
The girls stopped and Doris kissed the glans before her mouth stretched over it. She worked on the great cock with pleasure until her twin sister Donnie pushed her away.
"Let me," Donnie said.
Doris relinquished the prize pecker so her sister could suck it.
"Play with my balls, Doris," Gab said.
Doris fondled the bag while Donnie sucked the cock. They switched again and again as Gab's sensual feelings explored Ecstasyville.
Gab Monthor was a new intern at University Hospital where Doris and Donnie Classman worked in a surgical unit. Gab was a Haitian, the only son of a plantation owner on that voodoo-cursed island. He had graduated from the schools in his homeland before going to Columbia in New York where he received his medical degree.
Wanting his only son to escape the superstition-clouded life on Haiti, the wise father did all he could to make his son's education complete. Hep to American prejudices, the father warned Gab to expect social and economic barriers.
Gab was intelligent, a hard worker in all his undertakings, and had been sexually alive since childhood. Remembering his father's words, Gab was hesitant in making advances. He was a proud man, sensitive enough to fear any rebuffs that could come his way.
But that was no stoppage to his fascination with long-legged, full-breasted American girls. Much to his surprise he discovered that his Haitian background was a tremendous advantage-in sex!
It was not long after starting his internship at the hospital that Gab became acquainted with the Classman twins. And in no time at all he was "there"! It was as if these tall, well-stacked, creamy lovelies could sense his superior maleness and were eager to share it with him at anytime. He was in their apartment at all hours and often slept with them in their queen-size bed.
The twenty-two year old twins were willing sex partners who liked the thrust of Gab's long cock in their sensitive cavities. And Gab had one superb accomplishment: he could hold back his ejaculation close to an hour!
He was doing just that as Doris and Donnie took turns sucking his cock and playing with his balls. A normal man would have shot in the mouth of either twin only minutes after they began to tantalize his sexual equipment-but not Gab.
Doris finally said, "Come on, Gab, my tongue is getting tired."
"Mine too," Donnie admitted.
"All right, you splendid bitches," Gab said. He sat up between the two kneeling girls who had not even disturbed their caps as they worked on his prick. He gave each of them a kiss and stood up.
"Kneel together with your hands behind your backs," he said.
The girls knelt before Gab, who pushed his cock into Doris's mouth. He held her blonde head in his hands and stroked his prick in and out with the same movements he used to fuck her cunt.
"Let's play 'gets'," he said.
"What's that?" Donnie asked as she watched the black prick go in and out of her sister's mouth.
"The girl who gets my come will have her cunt licked until she screams for mercy." Gab switched his cock to Donnie's mouth and stroked it in and out.
"What will the other do while your tongue is at work on the winning slit?" Doris asked as she now watched the licorice stick attack Donnie's mouth.
"Wow!" Gab said as his balls began to trigger the sensation that would shoot come into Donnie's mouth. "She can make dinner for us-and if she's real nice about it, my black beauty will search her cunt from orifice to cervix."
Gab switched from Donnie back to Doris. Doris pursed her lips and tongued the underside of the big head that filled her mouth. She liked Gab to lick her cunt and wanted to win. She sucked hard and worked her tongue in a trying effort to make Gab shoot in her mouth.
"Wow!" Gab cried as his balls at last sent the come up his shaft and into the red-walled and pink-tongued mouth of Doris Classman. In his intense excitement he gripped her head and pushed his prick so the head of it disappeared under Doris's tonsils.
Doris instantly pushed Gab away as she began gagging. "God damn, Gab!" she said. "Do you want to choke me to death?"
"I'm sorry, Doris. I get carried away when I come."
"Carried away?" Donnie said. "You almost die when you shoot your load!"
"Can't help it," Gab said. "You splendid bitches send me to the ultimate when I fuck you in the mouth."
"Never mind our perfection," Doris said. "Get your own mouth ready to do some fancy licking on my perfect snatch!"
"Why don't you two come in the kitchen?" Donnie said. "I can watch you while I'm getting dinner ready."
"Why not?" Doris said. "I can lay on the table while Gab eats my cunt."
"Good idea," Gab said.
Donnie kissed him. "You can give me a little feel while I'm working."
"The pleasure's mine," he said.
While this exchange of words took place, Doris slipped off her shoes, stripped off her white pant-set, and unfastened the cap from the bobby pins that held it to her blonde hair. She turned her back to Gab who unhooked her bra so her sweet breasts escaped to freedom. When she slid her white nylon panties down her legs and bent over to pick them up Gab pushed his finger into her full-lipped twat.
"Stop that!" she said. "I want your tongue there!"
"You're going to get it-but good," Gab said.
They went to the kitchen and Doris climbed upon the table. She lay on her back and spread her fine legs. Gab sat down in a chair and hitched it forward so he could easily lick the blonde-thatched cunt that seemed so pink and delicious as he bent down to kiss it.
"One thing I'll say for you," he said. "You have the best cunt I ever licked."
"And I have the other," Donnie said as she took three TV dinners from the refrigerator. She had turned the oven on as soon as she had entered the kitchen; now she unwrapped the packages and placed them on the rack in the oven. After doing that she took off her pants and panties and was nude from the waist down to her white shoes. She looked cute as hell and was now ready for some cunt-handling from Gab.
Doris now lay with her buttocks on the edge of the table and her feet on the back of the chair Gab was using. She bent her knees so her cunt was readily available for Gab's attention. He had told her before that real blondes have nicer looking twats than do brunettes. He even called their notice to the fact that the inner lips are light colored while their perineum is scarcely darker than the adjacent surfaces. All, Gab told them, was made better by the golden hair that was so soft to touch.
"One thing I like about you, Gab," Doris said.
Gab, who had parted the plush lips of Doris's cunt with his thumbs now began fingering the tender inner lips. "What's that?" he asked.
"Your tongue. It comes out of your mouth like a dog's."