Quantum Fuck: 21> When Sally met Larry
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Think, ‘When Harry met Sally', except that the Billy Crystal character is named Larry and the demure Sally, once I get inside her body, isn't one for faking her orgasms on his big black dick.

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‘What is it with some women,' I exclaimed to myself, in response to what I had just witnessed. Look, I'm sorry, but! I'm reminded of a line from the ‘Perfumed garden' whenever I see such a wasted opportunity. ‘Praise be to God who has placed woman's greatest pleasure in the parts of man!' Moreover, is the failure of such women, like Sally Jones, to realise the point of safe sexual intimacy, which is: ‘For person ‘A', irrespective of gender (I am, as you know, bi-sexual), to give a woman sexual pleasure.'

Then again, maybe she's racist, as the guy who showed interest in her was black. What with Clive Burrows, remember him (a dashing blonde blue eyed young man, and single for his 26 years), being away on his summer vacation, Larry Hayes had been taken on as a temp for the next two weeks.

Although I'd tried out my newly discovered power on Heather, I had yet to experiment with someone I hardly knew. Sally had only been hired some two months ago, and so I deemed her worthy of my talent.

Once I had returned to my office I locked the door - an indication that I was probably out to lunch. I then leapt into her body.

‘Okay, right, let's see her thoughts.'

Wait a moment! Hold the press! (I've always wanted to say that.) ‘What's this!' I scoffed, having noticed the telltale elasticity of a garter belt's straps over her profound ass cheeks. Sussies and stockings, I realised, while, and from the floss like material between the crack of her butt, it was obvious Sally was wearing a g-string.

‘A-ha. I see.' What I also noticed was the discomfort of a tampon - a trial I prefer to do without. In my case, it's a cock up the ol' tailpipe; a big black one in Larry's case. Not one for going without dick, especially during my cycle, my ass comes in for extra special attention.

‘Okay, then,' I mused, as I rang Clive's extension. Then, when Larry replied, I explained the situation and had him meet Sally in the copy room. There, unbeknownst to him, the photocopier was waiting to be repaired. It's mostly used to run off large quantities of the same document nowadays; what with PC's and lazar printers.

"Sorry for earlier," I apologised. "I'm not the frump I may have seemed, Larry," I said, lifting Sally's skirt and just enough that he caught a discerning glimpse of her stocking-tops.

"You're not teasing me, are you," he rejoined.

"Most certainly not. I would never do that. I want your cock, but, in my ass," I exclaimed. "Once I've given it a good suck and blow, of course."

"Of course," he iterated, all the while stroking his vaguely stubbled chin as waited for me to make the first move.

Another thing I don't get with most British women, compared with our European associates east of our island. They're quick to complain when a guy harasses them, but, and it's well documented, they nevertheless, 84% of them, expect men to chase/harass them for a date, which, if all portents bode well, will lead to sex. Then there's the date itself; which, if it's a meal, is little substitute for the prolonged foreplay I crave, need and give.

In addition to my powers, which I have to conclude God gave me, I also accept the fact that he made women sexually responsive, and so there's no sin in my fucking around. Back to the story.

I was soon genuflected in front of Larry, the general position for sucking a guy's cock, especially if you get dizzy from being turned upside down, which I don't; get dizzy or turned into a standing 69 position. Maybe one day, who knows, but for then, that moment, I was happy to kneel before him, undo his trouser button and zip, and, with his strides down and his cock suspended over his pants, lick around the head and scoop up the obligatory pearl of pre-cum that his brethren seem to exude.

With little sign of him getting harder, I ducked my head and subsequently turned it, not so that I was upside down, though. From there, I then raised myself up and let the glans pop inside my open mouth. Rather than let me slide my lips up, as it were, his black meaty staff, Larry flexed himself down and up, thereby giving my mouth a slow fuck of his cock. ‘Way to fucking go, Larry.' I do so enjoy a man that knows how to take control.

After what is now 21 chapters, I've probably mentioned this before: Although black cocks are relatively hard, enough to fuck, they are quite flexible with it. As best I can figure, I was ‘tea-bagged', the term for a guy dipping his cock in a woman's open mouth and with her laid as my head was positioned, for some 10 minutes; at which point, his black sceptre lived up to its name and became too hard to continue fellating in that position - enjoyable though it certainly was.

"I haven't finished with it, yet," I intoned, as he went to help me up. Having repositioned my head, I again licked around his velvety cockhead before encompassing it with my mouth.

"You most certainly aren't teasing, are you, Sally!" he exclaimed.

"You better believe it, big boy," I rejoined, as I gazed up at Larry and his big brown eyes.

Reposing myself so that I was knelt on my haunches, I then placed more than braced my hands on his strong black naked thighs and subsequently worked my lips forward and back of his long thick sceptre.

"Urmn, urmn," I murmured, as I sucked it up. I even, when I took his cock all the way in, extended my tongue and licked his ball sac.

Buoyed by this, Larry gathered up my host's hair and began motioning Sally's head back and forth at some pace. ‘Surely he's not wanting to cum,' I fretted - there being little foreplay coming my way while he regained his hard-on afterwards.

Mere moments later, and to my astonished surprise, Larry grunted, spasmed, and then released his warm sticky cum juice into my/Sally's mouth and throat.

Savouring the taste, as you do, I noticed, much to my pleasured amazement, that his dick was relatively hard. What I, we for that matter, had failed to notice, however, was the photocopier repair guy who was stood in the doorway.

Young, tall, handsome, and, as with Larry, he was black. Roland, he announced himself to us, and with a cheeky knowing smile; well, he had just seen me suck Larry off and I was, all of a sudden, hungry for more.

"Why don't you leave that ‘til later," I urged; whereupon, and having he put his tool case down, I made an unhindered move towards Roland's jeans, which I soon had down around his ankles along with his pants.

Knelt in between them, I marvelled at the fact that his dick was about the same size as Larry's. A hand almost around each and my elbows bent, I stroked their erections. As I did, and with the head of each close to a cheek, I felt the warmth radiate and emit from them.

"Two lovely black cocks," I swooned, before taking Roland's into my mouth and languidly sucking on it; enough that, when I took myself from it, strands of saliva draped from his slick wet cockhead to that of my lip and chin. Like the good slut I am, I then slurped it up before having another taste of him.

Now that I had two of them to service me, and not wanting to subject Sally's ass to taking both their cocks up it, I nonetheless saw her as the type of slut that could, and would easily be able to manage them both in her mouth.

"Come closer, both of you," I soon urged.

With their black sceptres horizontal to that of my mouth and the heads millimetres from actually touching, I managed to tease my warm wet tongue in between, over and around the glans in a swirling motion before, and as I held them still, moving my head first to Larry's side and then that of Roland's, as I did, I licked the side and underside of each cock in turn.

They quite liked that I noticed from their manly groans of pleasure and so I continued. This time I drew them closer, enough that I was able to rest the side of each cockhead against my lips and once more tantalise the moist velvety black crowns with my tongue, which I curled up underneath them and flickered from one to the other.

"Don't get anxious with me, guys, just enjoy what I give you," I smiled, and then enveloped them both with my lips and mouth; well, Sally's to be precise.

"Urmngh," I murmured, as I mouthed and licked their warm puffy glans.

Heading my indication and considering their closeness to one another, they remained both still and calm throughout my oral attentiveness: First, and being the cock hungry slut you by now know me for, I directed them to a closer angle; as flexible as they were, Sally's lips didn't have the give of her pussy. ‘That's better,' I thought, as I then managed some more of their combined length, which I again sucked, and salivated my tongue around.

Quick to commend me for my thus far effort, I drew further praise from them when I held Larry still and then directed Roland forwards. I next motioned Larry forward as I subsequently drew Roland back. That's the sort of rhythmic fucking my pussy enjoys when she's got two dicks up her, and what with the nerve endings in my cunt being more receptive, well...!

As expected, and as with Larry earlier, it all got a bit too pleasurable for Roland, who, and still with Larry in Sally's mouth, hosed down the walls with his warm sticky cum juice. If anything, and while he remained semi-hard, it was better for us, as I was then able to take them side by side as I bobbed my head back and forth for several minutes before I felt Roland's cock once more fill Sally to full effect.

"Emn, that'll do," I conveyed with a satisfied smile, as I returned to stroking them and occasionally sucking on just the one for a short while more, then it was my turn to be pleasured; my host's pussy, which in my case is my main erogenous zone, may be off limits, but Sally's hard tingling nipples could do with some attention.

Having relinquished their hard slick ebony cocks, they each extended a hand and helped me up. ‘Thank-you', I said, appreciatively. And as I unbuttoned Sally's blouse, I apprised Roland of the situation regarding my pussy and ass, to which he was most agreeable.

With all the men I've fucked, and there's indeed been many, only a handful have been reluctant to nail my ass or that of the woman who's body I had leapt into.

With my bra soon removed and subsequently discarded, they decidedly made me comfortable by lifting me up and onto the photocopier. Then, and having taken a tit each, they began pleasuring them in their own individual way.

"Emn, yes, guys, you do that so well, so fucking, emn, yes, well," I responded, as Roland sucked on Sally's left breast and took small pockets of it between his lips, and Larry danced his warm wet tongue around her areola. In doing so, he managed to tantalisingly graze her rigid nipple.

More pleasure followed when Roland sucked the nipple between his lips, and Larry, having guarded his teeth with his, motioned his head from side to side in a short sawing action.

"Oh fucking lovely," I murmured and gasped, and soon felt the effects of a pleasurable climax deep inside me - apart from them fucking Sally's ass, it was the only way she'd likely, otherwise, cum.

Leaving me with Larry while he fully removed his work shirt and jeans, Sally's temporary co-worker - and mine - kissed my nose, cheeks and lips while he pulled on my nipples with a great deal of pleasure.

"If you really, oh fuck, yes, want me to cum, Larry, let me have this, emn, yes, lovely hard black dick of yours up my ass," I meanwhile told him, as I fondly stroked it.

"It'll have to be the floor, guys," I intoned, as they helped me back down, indicating getting a mouthful of cock from one of them while the other fucked his black dick into my, Sally's, ass.

"The ol' spit fuck...Sorry," Roland apologised needlessly. ‘A spade's a spade, right!'

Before I took Larry between my lips, though, I flexed my fingers behind me and drew back Sally's ass cheeks invitingly.

"There you go, Roland, slide that black snake of yours in my ass, my tight needy fucking asshole," I directed him - Sally's panties still shielding her pussy even though he'd moved the string to one side.

All the same, his dick was big, enough to require a gradual forward and back motion before my receptive ass accommodated the length and girth. It actually left me wondering how I managed to get both of them between my lips, only to surmise that Sally may have been, note, may have been, an anal virgin. Either that or she hadn't taken it up the ‘tailpipe' in quite some while.

"Let me, emn, yes, fuck my ass, nice and slow, slow and deep, Roland." His pleasured attention cutting short what I was about to say, and instead did.

"Come here, Larry," I said and beckoned.

Mere moments later, and with a warm hard black cock at each end, I was being ‘spit fucked' by them, the rotisserie that was their long cocks motionless, save for them fucking their end into me as I rocked myself back and forth. In addition, Larry heightened the pleasure by kneading my tits and rolling my nipples - there not being anyone below me to otherwise do it.

After what seemed like seven minutes, I had them change over. In doing so, I assured Roland that I was okay with tasting my ass on his cock; something I was able to fog out if need be.

Not quite vanilla, I surmised from the taste, as I guided his cock along my tongue and into the warm confines of Sally's mouth. Taking a cock this way, my usual erotic encouragements: ‘fuck my ass' etc, were reduced to exclaimed murmurs and the like, though only for a while.

Thanks to Larry holding my ass open, I was able to fondle Roland's balls as I slid my lips, tongue extended, along and back of his warm black shaft.

"Hurmn, fuck my ass, Larry, fuck it good for me, not that Roland's broken it in; let me hear, yes, fuck yes, your groin slap against, more, my ass as you, oh fuck, nail it," I urged, before returning to sucking Roland.

"She's okay for you to use your hand," Larry informed the copy machine repair guy. ‘Too fucking right I am,' my mind urged; Roland taking it easy to begin with, and then treating me, Sally's mouth, to a more than acceptable face fuck.

Taking his black sceptre from me, I ducked my head to gather up and swallow the strands of phlegm that inevitably drool afterwards before covering his cock of my own volition and going again.

By now, both ends were receiving, getting and enjoying the same rumbustious reaming from their cocks; enough to set me off cumming as a result.

"Oh fuck, emngh, yes, make me cum on your hard black dicks again," I exclaimed, before taking another determined railing from them.

Before long, the lack of comfort afforded by a bed or couch, began to tell on my knees, and so I had them let me up and change to a different position; one where I could slide Sally's ass up and down Roland's pole and subsequently receive a second mouth fucking from Larry.

"Okay, Roland, hold my ass open...now, let me just lower myself...em that's it...feed your black dick into my tight fucking asshole...lovely," I cooed, as I guided the rubbery yet moist glans into Sally's ‘backdoor'.

"Right, Larry, let me, oh fuck yes, let me fuck myself on Roland for a bit. Then you can fuck my face some more," I intoned.

"Emn, God, your cock's so fucking lovely and big in my tight little asshole, Roland. You didn't expect this sort of greeting today," I subsequently observed, as I slowly rode my ass up and down his firm black rod.

What with me having my feet (Sally being about 163cms) braced on Roland's thighs and my hands likewise behind me, I beckoned Larry to me by turning my head to my right, which was where he was stood, ready to give my mouth another meaningful fuck on his cock.

"Urmngh, urmngh," I vociferated, then eventually, "Gluh, gluh," as he somehow managed to fuck the turgid head in and out of my throat; see what I mean about black dick being pliable when it's hard. My hands were somewhat occupied, and so, even if I'd wanted to I couldn't otherwise stop him. Even when he took his saliva coated cock out and wiped it across my face, and then have me once again take it back into my mouth; my throat.

After that, I was ready to have them spunk on my face, to have and feel their warm sticky cock cream mingle with that of my saliva.

Once more knelt up, I stroked and sucked their big black cocks, my mind half-consciously grateful that we weren't discovered, as I wanted to get a shot of Larry all to myself.

I sucked and I stroked, and pretty soon I got my reward. Not one but both of them raining their warm black essence on my/Sally's face. ‘Emn, delicious,' my mind remarked. And as the next spurts shot forth I took my leave.

When I caught up with Larry, I enquired about what I'd noticed of them. He was a bit coy about what had happened afterwards, which somewhat suggested that Sally was okay with my interjection. You know, it does so make me happy when I can be of service to others, women that is, in my own special way.

Authors note: For those of you who missed episode 1: ‘the Building site', like a certain TV series, Julie has the ability to enter, and take over, the bodies of other women; in particular, conservative ones who are somewhat out of touch with, or of, their female sexuality.