Chapter 1

 

She is a beautiful woman. She is tall for a woman, standing five feet ten inches of wonderful enticing curves. She has coppery red hair and a great rack. She is Taylor Carter and she is my lady-friend. He was every woman's fantasy and every man's nightmare. He was young, rich, and for some reason someone women gravitated toward. Females, young and old alike, seem to find him attractive. The word irresistible comes to mind. His name was Percy Gates, Jr. and was better known around the area as Pearly Gates. Pearly was the only son and heir to the Gates empire. That empire consisted of Gates International Manufacturing and locally, Gates Building Supply, Gates Furniture Store, Gates Automotive dealership, and a few other businesses with the name Gates. I never knew exactly what they manufactured. They lumped it all together and called it Gates Enterprise. Black people, or maybe African-American's (I can't keep up with the correct term) were not uncommon in town but filthy rich black people were as rare as hen's teeth.

My name is Charles Acker, but mostly they call me Chuck. Taylor and I have been dating for nearly a year and while we hadn't actually said so, we were exclusive...or so I thought. Watching Taylor and Pearly I begun to have some nagging doubts. I was well aware of Pearly's considerable charms.

Pearly and I went to school together. All the way from the first grade through high school. After high school, we parted company. He went to an expensive Ivy-league college and I went into the military. Pearly got a degree and I got shot at a lot and hit a few times. Enough times to get a medical discharge and a small income from the government.

The simple truth of the matter is I had no long term disability. I got shot in the upper leg and for a few months there was some lingering numbness but it went away and everything worked fine but still they insisted on awarding me the pension and the medals so I took everything they offered.

I returned home and took a job with the police department. After I demonstrated that my leg was just fine, they hired me and I became a police officer. I notified the VA that I was as fine as cat's hair but they ignored me and continued to send my disability check. Stupid government. All that happened over five years ago.

Back to the Pearly Gates' charm situation. Over the course of my history with Pearly Gates, I knew he usually got what he wanted and if I wasn't badly mistaken he had his sights set on Taylor Carter. I was armed but they would frown on me drawing my weapon and shooting the son of a bitch, so I didn't.

This meeting between Taylor and Pearly took place at a Halloween party. I'm not much of a party person but Taylor wanted to attend. She was costumed as Wonder Woman and she did fill out the costume mighty well. I was attired as Bat Masterson, the old time lawman. I thought it was a cleaver costume because I could carry my weapon out in the open. The old time six-shooter wasn't my usual piece but it worked.

Pearly Gates was costumed as Fartman or Super Prick. Not really, but he was dressed as some sort of superhero in a suit that displayed his impressive athletic body. God not only gave him a rich family but also must have lavished all the other attributes on Baby Pearly with both hands. Not, mind you, was I questioning God. The Good Lord did all right by me so I wasn't complaining...just observing.

As I said, Pearly and I went way back and we were adversaries right from the beginning. If I were fair I'd have to say that Pearly was ahead on points. He beat me rather badly in the classroom but I got a lot of points on the athletic field. When we reached courting age, he gained a lot of points with the girls. His good looks, his fabulous body, and his money were all pretty good attractions. For some reason white girls dated black boys as a sign they were liberal or maybe that they were not prejudice or they were deceived by the rumor that all black men are very well hung. I've showered with enough black men to know better. For whatever the reason interracial dating was a common occurrence in my school and even later.

I had average looks, a bit better than average body and no money so Pearly had a clear advantage with the girls. By my records he took three girls away from me while we were in school. He took them away with little, if any, trouble so you can see why I was concerned about him talking to and charming Taylor Carter. I moved in to break them up.

"If it isn't my old pal, Chuckster," Pearly said when I approached. His capped teeth shined when he gave me a false smile. "I hear you made detective with the police. Is that correct?"

"That's right, Pearly," I acknowledged moving closer to Taylor. "When did you get back in town?"

"Oh, a few weeks ago," he said. His eyebrows went up when I put my arm around Taylor. "I was working in England for a few years. Then I went to Israel to shape up our plant there. After that I was on the west coast straightening up the company there. Now I'm back home ready to take over all the family business."

"I'm sure you will do your usual good job," I said. "Let's get a drink, Taylor," I said steering her away from Captain Charming. I was well aware he watched us leave. At least he watched Taylor leave. She was a lot more fun to watch than me.

Later, I had to explain to Taylor how I knew Pearly and of course, she insisted I give her as much information about him as I knew. I suppose should feel ashamed about some of the stuff I told her but all is fair in love and war and with Pearly, I knew I was at war. If he thought, I was with Taylor he would most certainly make a play for her. I was simply making the playing field a little more level by telling some outrageous lies about him. Hey, he could be a secret homosexual as far as I knew.

After the Halloween party, things returned more or less to normal. I went back to investigating crimes for the people and Taylor went back to being an attorney. Taylor and another lawyer had a two attorney practice in town. While her partner handled mostly civil cases, Taylor did the criminal defense work. Of course that made Taylor and I adversaries once in a while. So far we managed to keep our work out of our private lives.

"Guess who called me this afternoon," Taylor said a few nights after the party. We were getting ready for bed. Yeah, we lived together most of the time. Taylor kept her apartment and that was a source of contention between us.

"Well, I suppose I could start guessing, but why don't you just tell me," I said.

"Percy Gates, Jr.," she said. "Apparently his company is looking for a law firm to be at council for them." I asked what that meant. "It simply means we, David and I, would always be available to them for legal representation," she answered.

"Aren't you always available for that?" I asked.

"Yes, usually, but being at council means we would give the company priority. They pay us a retainer for that assurance. It one of those things every small firm wants."

"Are you going to do it?" I asked feeling dread creep upon me. Pearly Gates was making his move.

"Maybe," she said. "We have an appointment tomorrow morning to discuss it."

I lay on the bed watching her brush her long copper colored hair trying to think of some reason it was a bad idea. Of course I couldn't because it's good business for the attorney and whoever they were at council for. The company would have an attorney without having to put them on the payroll and the attorneys would have a steady income for little or no work.

Taylor was wearing the oversized tee shirt that she normally wore to bed. It was thin enough so that I could see the sides of her breasts when she swung from side to side as she brushed. There was a lot of movement under her shirt as her thirty-eight C boobs also swung.

Sex with Taylor was always great because she was inventive and adventurous in bed. I had not found any sex act that she didn't like. She could climax while giving me head. She could climax a lot when I went down on her. I'm not a huge fan of anal sex but occasionally Taylor wanted me to butt-fuck her and of course I did. She would also get-off when I played with her big fat nipples. I hadn't asked her but apparently in her twenty-nine years she had picked up a lot of experience.

"Who was your first?" I asked her. I hadn't seen that coming but apparently I had decided, on some level, it was time to talk about our past.

"Roger McGee," she answered promptly. "I was in high school. It was the night of my eighteenth birthday. My parents had a party for me. After the old folks went to bed we broke out the booze. I got a bit tipsy and gave it up on the back porch swing. Who was your first?"

"Sandra Gordon," I answered. I don't suppose anyone forgets their first time. "In the back seat of my friend's car. I fucked Sandra while Jimmy fucked his girlfriend in the front seat. Later we got out of the car and got on a blanket." I laughed remembering it. "All four of us on the blanket bumping uglies. Jimmy had dated Sandra and I knew they had screwed. His date, Nancy, and I had fooled around but had not actually got the deed done."

"Wow, all four of you going at it on the same blanket," Taylor said. "You all were good friends."

"Yeah, that summer Jimmy and I swapped girlfriends several times. Once Jimmy and I both fucked Sandra at the same time. That was a fun summer."

"Gee, I had to wait until college for group sex," Taylor said laughing. "Was she any good?"

"I've discovered that when it comes to sex there is good sex and great sex. I don't know how you can make it bad sex."

"Well, believe me you can," she said getting in bed beside me. "I've had some really bad sex. Oh, I see that thinking about your old girlfriend gave you a hard-on. Don't worry, Chuck, I'll take care of it for you." She proceeded to take care of it in her usual great style. Taylor sucked me off until I came. She swallowed my cum after opening her mouth wide to show me she had it.

"Give me an example of bad sex," I said.

"Are you sure you want to hear about my wild and wooly past?" she asked. I assured her it made no difference to me what she had done in the past. This is what she told me:

***

It was while I was attending law school. I was dating Mike White at the time. My girlfriend, Tanya Blocker, and I had a little apartment near campus and Mike was always around fucking Tanya or me or sometimes both of us. Mike played football and one of his teammates was a really big man they called Tyrone. I guess that was his first name.

One day I came in from class and Mike and Tyrone were waiting for me. I asked them if they wanted a beer and they did. I got the beer and we all sat in the tiny living room.

"I was telling Tyrone about you and he demanded to meet you," Mike said. I asked Mike what he had told Tyrone. "I told him you were the prettiest woman in town," Mike said.

"He said you were the best fuck in town," Tyrone said. "I didn't exactly believe him so I came to see for myself."

Tyrone was big and crude and I was beginning to get apprehensive. I told them that Tanya would be home in a few minutes.

"No, she'll be in the library for hours," Mike said with a grin. "I just saw her a little while ago." I got up to go get them more beer, but when I did Mike pulled me down onto his lap and stated kissing me. I tried to get loose, but he held on and got his hand on my breast.

Tyrone got up and helped Mike undress me. Actually, they ripped my blouse and bra off. It didn't take the stronger guys long to get me completely naked.

I'm not going to lie about it. I stopped resisting pretty quickly. I knew they came for pussy and that was all right with me. I wanted what they had as much as they wanted me.

While Tyrone watched, Mike fucked me on the living room floor.

"Don't unload in her cunt," Tyrone told Mike. "I may want to eat her snatch."

Mike was hunching hard and getting faster. Suddenly he pulled his dick out of me and squirted his cum on my stomach with a loud groan.

"You need to be somewhere else," Tyrone said to Mike. "Tyrone wants to be alone with this cunt. Put some loud music on before you haul ass, too. Fuckin' neighbors don't need to be hearing her squall." Tyrone liked to talk about himself in the third person.

Mike turned the stereo on. It was some loud thumping music. He looked at me without expression and left, closing the door behind him. I called for him to come back. I did not want to be alone with that big man.

"Don't need him," Tyrone said. "Get your ass up, cunt." I got to my feet and used some Kleenex to wipe Mike's cum from my belly.

"You heard 'bout me?" Tyrone asked walking toward me. "They tell you I'm a mean fuck?" I shook my head. I didn't even know he was in the world until he showed up at my door with Mike. My mouth was too dry to attempt speech right then. "I see you got nice big titties. I like titties with big fat nipples." He grasped both my breasts and squeezed them hard. "You like your tits played with, bitch?" I nodded. He took a step toward me, grabbed both nipples and jerked me to him. I yelped with surprise and pain. He bent me back and put his mouth over mine. I could feel his tongue searching inside my mouth. He may have been crude, but he knew how to kiss. I felt most of the fear draining out of me replaced by a raging desire. A desire that Mike had kindled but left unfinished.

"Get on your knees and take Tyrone's pants off," he ordered after he released me. I knelt, unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down. I was expecting to see a large cock, but nothing could have ever prepared me for what I saw. I pushed back when it sprang out at me. It was bigger than any cock I had ever seen, even on the porno tapes I had watched. I did not doubt that it was a foot long. Tyrone's cock was too long to stick straight out. Even hard it hung nearly to his knees. It twitched and jumped as if it had life of its own. The head of his cock was half again as large as the shaft. It flared out like a mushroom. I noticed a drop of moisture on the very tip. Without giving it any thought, I leaned back toward him. I reached and lifted the black hose, and licked the moisture from it.

Once when I was in grade school I touched a charged ball at the science fair that was designed to make your hair stand on end. Touching Tyrone's giant cock had the same effect. It was as if I were being charged with electricity. I stroked it a couple of times and felt it jerk. I used two hands and jacked him a few times looking up to see his face. He was staring down at me without any expression except maybe a slight smile. The smile could have been my imagination.

"Is your pussy ready for Tyrone's twelve inch cock?" he asked in his soft smooth voice. I didn't answer because I wasn't at all sure I could accommodate such a large cock. I wasn't sure any woman could. He apparently didn't expect an answer. He lifted me up and carried me to the dining table. He put me down and pulled my butt to the edge of the table. He pushed my legs up and back, opening me up to completely exposed my pussy. He put his head to my crotch and begun to eat me with gusto. Not only could he kiss, he could eat pussy with the best of them. I tried to consider this. Was he a sadist? Did a sadist eat pussy? But I was lost in the thrill of being consumed and couldn't get my thoughts together.

Tyrone orally brought me to two big orgasms. I was thrashing and rolling my head on the table top. Suddenly he stopped eating and stood up. He put the head of his massive organ to my pussy lips. I opened my eyes and saw that he was grinning as he pushed his cock against my opening. I opened my legs open even farther to ease the pressure and suddenly he lunged forward and I heard myself scream as the balloon-like cock head entered me. I tried to sit up, but he held me down and continued to push into me. I screamed again and again for him to stop, but he didn't. Not until his cock touched my cervix. Then he withdrew most of it and pushed back into me. I was so full of cock I couldn't get a good breath of air. I know, of course that it wasn't because of that I couldn't breathe. It was a combination of several things, fear and pain among them.