“We came up here about nine o’clock, I think,” Gail said when they were in her apartment.
“He kissed me on the elevator. I mean he kissed me on the lips while we were in the
elevator. I’ll tell you one thing for sure. Fast Lane is defiantly in the fast lane. He
wastes no time. I was naked and on my back within ten minutes of arriving.”
“Does he have a big dick?” Cheryl asked. “Please tell me he does.”
“He has a huge cock,” Gail reported. “I didn’t have any way to measure it, but I’m
guessing at least eight inches of the most beautiful piece of meat I ever saw. It was a
damned good thing I was wet, because he rammed that wonder cock in me and away he went. He
fucked me hard and fast and long. It was even better than I could ever imagine it. I came
a hundred times.”
“You did not!” Pat said.
“Okay, maybe a couple dozen times. He never let up for the whole time except to change
positions. It took me half an hour just to wash his sperm out of me. That reminds me, we
need to get a washer and dryer because the sheets are a mess. Anyway, he told me that
tonight was just a warm-up for the real deal. I can’t wait for the real deal, whatever the
hell that is.”
“Yeah, I still hate you, you bitch,” Cheryl said. “I’d give anything to have just one
half-descent orgasm.”
“I knew you’d be the first to get laid,” Pat said with a laugh. “You always were the
first at everything.”
“I didn’t plan on it,” Gail said laughing. “It just happened pretty quickly. One minute
we were talking and the next I was on my back with my legs round his back. Muscular back,
I should add. What a fuck!”
“I want some!” Cheryl said with a pouting expression. “I want some black dick, too.”
“And so you shall,” Gail assured her. “How about that tall bouncer? Jerome, I think they
call him?”
“The dude with the bald head?” Cheryl said. “Okay, suites me. When and where?”
“Tomorrow afternoon,” Gail said stepping up to her place as leader of the pack. “I’ll
tell him to come in early. How about two o’clock?”
“I suppose I can work with my plastic vibrating dick until then,” Cheryl answered with a
smile. “What about you Pat? You want some dark meat?”
“I’ll pass,” Pat said. “I’m not sure about this interracial thing. Maybe I’ll just watch
you and finger myself.”
“Up to you, pal,” Gail said. “I ordered a gross of condoms from the vendor who supplies
the machines down in the restrooms.”
“Hey, you said you had his sperm in you,” Pat said. “You didn’t use a condom?”
“No, I didn’t,” Gail said. “He wouldn’t use one and by the time I realized it, he was too
busy to stop. There is still a hundred forty-four rubbers left.”
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