Jason Canum - The starlet_s sucking lips

"Good evening, Mr. Richards," the gentleman said. "I hope you and your party enjoy the show." With a slight bow, he parted the curtains, ushering them into the room.

Kit stifled a gasp. The entire room was an ethereal setting of water beds, lounging bodies, and a raised center stage full of cushions. Psychedelic lights played across the room, giving everything in it an other-worldly quality.

They looked around the room at the eight or ten girls serving drinks. Three-foot headdresses topped their Amazon heights. Buttocks and boobies squeezed and, on occasion, popped from the skimpy, too-tight costumes made of thin material that revealed almost all to the viewer. One of these Amazons strode up to Cliff and, with a gesture to follow her, led the three of them to a secluded corner. Their "booth" looked more like an Arabian night's tent, complete with pulled-back curtains at the sides, pillows all over the floor, and water pipes on low tables.

Kit and Terri arranged themselves amid the pillows, with Cliff lounging between them, just as the room darkened and the stage lights came up.

Cliff gasped as the girl stepped into the lights. He didn't usually go, for the slick, dark types, but this one brought an immediate bulge to his crotch.

She was built as he had never seen a woman built before. Her legs were unbelievably long and so perfectly shaped it seemed as if they had been sculpted. She wore a micro-mini which afforded an expansive view of her thighs. Her tits were huge, thirty-eights or — nines, but totally without sag or the droop that the avenge large-titted woman was forced to contend with. They thrust up and out magnificently.

Since she was braless, the hard, long nipples were visible against her dark-blue sweater, straining to be bitten and licked. Her eyes were blue, crystal-blue, penetrating and boId, yet somehow charged with a heated sexuality that only enhanced the stunning beauty of the rest of her face and body.

Quickly she stripped out of her clothes. Another gasp came from Cliff, as well as Kit and Terri, as her naked body was exposed. Cliffs cock was pounding hard. He reached over and placed his hand on Kit's knee.

On the stage the luscious girl had sprawled naked on the bed, writhing with her firm, rich fits rising and falling erotically.

Then she started chanting, her voice low and throaty. "Fuck… oh, how I love to fuck… to have a hard cock thrusting up my cunt, putting out the fire in my wet pussy. Give me a cock.. come…take my pussy… someone… anyone.

She touched her desire-swollen fits as the colored lights danced over her body. Her hips lurched in arousal. Her hands massaged her tits, slowly, rhythmically, avoiding the nipples at first, cupping the dark, heaving globes.

Cliff couldn't help wriggling in his seat as he watched her. His hand crept to his lap and fisted the swelling hardness of his cock.

The girl spread her legs wide, her breathing ragged now, and then she touched a nipple. She rolled her thumb back and forth across the erect crest, intensifying the sexual frenzy within her.

She arched her back, raising her hips off the bed, spreading wide the hot, wet slit of her pussy. Still she massaged her now wildly trembling fit, teasing the nipple.

Her other hand dipped down, down between her wide-spread thighs, her middle finger penetrating the warm wetness of her eager, fiery hot slit. She manipulated the soft inner cunt-lips until she could feel them swelling, and her clit was rigid and tingling. Her middle finger came in contact with the trembling hot bud, and she began to gasp.

Her fingers rubbed faster and faster across the sensitive tip. Her hips flailed frantically at the bedclothes as wave after maddening wave of wild ecstasy soared through her, and she could feel her climax building within her.

Her left hand squeezed her tit, manipulating the nipple as the heat spiraled higher and higher and as her finger flashed with ever-increasing strokes over her hot, wet clitoris.

"I'm coming… I'm coming! Oh, shit, I'm coming!" she screamed.

Her finger continued to rub hard across her cunt, and her left hand continued to squeeze her pliant young tit. Her climax seemed to last for a wonderful, rapturous eternity, her hotly seeping pussy walls secreting warm thick liquid softly onto the sheet beneath her. As her come began to ebb she moaned again and again with delight. Then, finally, it was over and she sagged back onto the bed, her hair fanning out on the pillow like a silken screen.

The room went dark, and when the lights came on again, she was gone.

"Well, how do you like it so far?" Cliff said, rubbing his aching crotch.

"Shit," Kit replied, "this place is something else!"

"It's the highest-class strip show I've ever seen!" Terri added. Both girls had become highly aroused watching the other girl bring herself off, and their own pussies were starting to cream.

"That was only a teaser," Cliff said. "Wait till you see the main event."

Kit started to make a reply, but she was interrupted by a gong.

The lights had dimmed and a spot had been trained on the top of a stairway at the end of the room. Into the spot stepped a huge, ebony black woman. She was dressed in a thin gauze negligee with nothing on underneath.

She moved down the stain with a slow, sensual pace that jiggled her mammoth tits. They swayed back and forth in chocolate-brown loveliness, the rich black nipples dancing against the thin material.

The girl stopped in the center of the room. She shrugged her shoulders and the negligee dropped to the floor, accompanied by audible gasps from the audience. There wasn't a bra made by man that could hold the gigantic wealth of her tits. They were huge and leaped outward from her body. The areolas were black and shiny, with a satin-like sheen. Her legs were long and tapering, with bulging dancer's thighs that throbbed with each movement of her six-foot frame.

Then the gong sounded again and into the spotlight behind her stepped a young black man. He was naked, and his body had been covered with oil so that it glistened like reflected darkness. Between his legs, nearly to his knees, hung his cock. It, too, was shiny black, as thick as a normal man's wrist, with a cock-head the size of a fist.

The girl turned and motioned for him to join her. She stood with her anus at her sides, smiling at him as he walked towards her, his huge cock swaying like a hardening pendulum as he moved.

The situation quickly proved to be a game, much like the games of gladiators during Roman times, instead it was man versus woman, and instead of death as the final result, it was sex.

It was obvious that the woman desired the man in every way, but, because of the rules of the game, she was allowed no frontal attack, such as leaping astride his cock and pushing him back to the pillows to tuck.

Instead, she folded her hands and bowed from the waist in a formal way. As she bowed, she took tire head of his gigantic cock in her mouth and sucked with a rapid motion that hollowed her cheeks and sent his shaft in a swelling, throbbing arc.

When he instinctively started to rain his cock home, she whipped her tongue around it teasingly and bobbed back up to face him with smeared lips and a puckered smile.

He leaped towards her and she eluded him, enticing as she bobbed and weaved. Again he growled and advanced towards her, his cock throbbing with sexual intensity. Again she easily eluded him, even though she seemed to stay in a tight circle on the stage and made playful swipes at his angry cock.

Time after time his cock would approach her pussy, or a hand would hold a tit only to have her twist away, until the obvious frustration was evident on his face. Juice dripped hungrily from his cock-head.

Suddenly the clanging gong sounded again, and the girl stopped her evading tactics.