Pamela was now moaning loudly and cried out, “Harder, harder." I intensified my thrusting and could feel the beginnings of my climax. Using her hand, Pamela played with her clit. “Oh god, I’m so close!” she cried. So was I. We both went over the edge at about the same time. Pamela’s cunt spasmed around my cock, and she shrieked her pleasure. I was at the point of no return, and groaned as I shot my load into the condom embedded in her pussy. We both collapsed breathlessly onto the mattress, and blissfully lay in the afterglow.

At that point, Pamela’s mobile phone rang…

This was in the days before smartphones, when Nokia and Motorola were king.

Pamela answered, recognising the name. “Hi there.”

She looked at me, smiling, and said, “Oh yeah, just now.”

Winking at me, she said, “Yes, he did, twice.”

Her face turned into a slight frown. “Oh, I’m sorry, hun, did you luck out?”

She looked at her watch and said, “Half an hour? Yeah, that will be fine.”

Then she looked at me quizzically and said on the phone, “Hang on a mo, hun…”

She muted the phone, and I could see she was hatching an idea. She then asked me, “Hey Chuck, do you have another shot in your arsenal? How would you like to make my friend and yourself very happy?”

I responded, “Pam, for you I would do anything, provided your friend wants to and we hit it off, so to speak.”

Pamela unmuted the phone and said, “Uh, hun, you know if you want to have a little playtime with my man, I’m sure he will be UP for it.”

Nodding her head for some reason, she continued, “Good girl, we’ll see you in twenty minutes. Ciao!” and hung up.

“You’re going to love her, Chuck. She’s a lot of fun.”

“What’s her name?” I asked.

“Uh…it’s Whitney, as in Houston.”

“I see,” I stated with a slight frown. Back to bullshit names, but I went along with it since it was me who started it. I was also intrigued that she might be beautifully black.

Twenty minutes later, I heard a car draw up outside our door, and then a knock on the door. Pamela, now wearing the motel robe, opened it and said, “Hi Whitney, come on in.”

“Whitney?” asked the newcomer.

“Yes, this is Chuck, as in Norris,” Pamela said with raised eyebrows.

“Very pleased to meet you, ‘Whitney’. Pamela has told me a lot about you.”

‘Whitney’ mouthed ‘Pamela’ at her friend, who just shrugged and raised her eyebrows. We were all playing this game.

I was knocked over by Whitney, though. She was a stunning middle-aged black woman, with a lovely figure and perfectly sized tits, wearing a skirt and a low-cut blouse.

“Well, Chuck,” Whitney exclaimed, “let’s get down to business. Do you fancy trying a bit of black pussy?” Nothing like being direct.

“Whitney, you are a beautiful woman; you both are. I would love to fuck your black pussy,” I responded.

“Good answer,” Whitney said.

“May I eat your pussy first?”

“Darling, you never have to ask that question. Fuck, Pamela. Where did you find this guy? We’re going to have to keep him!”

Pamela laughed, “He’s pretty good at it too.”

Whitney undressed, leaving just her fishnets on. She was gorgeous, with lovely dark coffee-coloured skin. She walked over to where I was lying on the bed and took the cover off, exposing my cock standing to attention. She lay down next to me and smiled. She had a nice pair of tits, with dark chocolate-coloured areolae and large nipples, just begging to be sucked.

I got to work by massaging her tits, one in each hand. My fingers worked up to her nipples, and I gently squeezed them. Whitney was making encouraging noises, so I started to suck one nipple while squeezing the other. She gasped in pleasure, and I switched sides, with both of her nipples standing to attention.

I worked my way down her body, planting kisses on her torso and tummy. As I got lower, Whitney opened her legs, providing an invitation to suck her pussy. I moved myself down, and breathed in the musk of her arousal. I gently parted her labia, exposing wet pink flesh, and started to lick whilst at the same time inserting a finger into her vagina. As I finger fucked her and licked from the bottom to her clit, Whitney moaned in pleasure. She was now extremely wet, and her torso moved, chasing my tongue.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum.” Suddenly, her legs started to shake on either side of my head, and she moaned in pleasure as her cunt spasmed and gushed all over my face. I looked up and saw her face in rapture. As she came down from her high, I moved up and lay next to her.

“Thank you,” she said. “Pamela was right, you’re very good at this. Now we’re gonna fuck.”

I reached over for a condom, ripped it open, and unrolled it down my very hard shaft. Before I could move, Whitney rolled me onto my back and straddled me with her legs. I was happy to let her control how this played out. Smiling, she looked at me, which gave me a great view of her hanging tits. She grabbed my cock, placed it at her entrance, and sank on it. Wow! Her cunt was tight for a woman her age, and we both revelled in the pleasure we were receiving.

Whitney started riding me, up and down, and I started to groan at the exquisite sensations. I reached up and played with her tits, squeezing her dark nipples, which she enjoyed. After a couple of minutes, Whitney suddenly stopped. She looked over at Pamela and said, “He brought his own condoms?”

“Yes, we both did.”

“Good, that tells me he’s careful.”

Pamela, grinning, said, “Oh, oh, she’s going in full feral mode. Hold onto your hat!”

Whitney raised herself, and my cock popped out. She then pulled the condom off and said, “If you’re ok with this?”

I had no objection whatsoever, and figured she was safe after the condom ritual. She then grabbed my cock and impaled herself on it, bareback.

Fuck! I was in heaven. I now experienced the full warm, wet, velvety massage of her cunt on my cock. As she rode me, I was able to see my cock disappear and reappear from her black pussy, and it was coated in her white nectar. It was amazing, and Whitney started to pant as she sped up. I was able to last a bit because I had already shot my load into Pamela less than an hour ago, but I knew it would not be long before I exploded in this delectable pussy.

Whitney was making a garbled noise when she suddenly grabbed my shoulders, looked straight into my eyes, and her whole body started to vibrate, which fed through her cunt onto my cock. She made a sort of hissing noise as she came. She yelled, “Come inside me, you bastard!”

“You’re one hot, horny bitch,” I said as I went over the edge. My cock pulsed and spurted streams of cum into her cunt. It’s the best feeling, pumping cum into a woman’s pussy, particularly one as hot as this one. Her orgasm seemed to last ages, although it was only about twenty seconds or so. She collapsed onto me, and we lay there in a tangle of limbs.

By this time, Pamela was masturbating, and her ministrations caused us both to look at her. She had just witnessed a live porn show not two feet from where she lay, so there was no way she wasn’t going to knock her socks off while watching us. She had two fingers of her right hand fucking her cunt, while her left index finger furiously rubbed her engorged clit. She cried out as she came, with her pussy gushing out her nectar.

“Having fun, dear?” exclaimed Whitney.

Pamela just looked at us with a satisfied gaze and smiled.

We all lay in post-coital bliss for about fifteen minutes, with our cum juices oozing out of Whitney’s pussy onto my thigh, when she said, “Well, that was a lot of fun, but we have homes to go back to.” With that, she got up, and both women got dressed while I watched from where I lay.

“Ladies, you were both fabulous fucks. I hope I gave as good as I got.”

Pamela said, “Oh, we had a very good time, thank you,” and Whitney nodded in agreement.

Just before they opened the door, Whitney said, “If we see you again, Chuck, maybe we’ll let you fuck our asses!” They both laughed at that and left. A minute later, I heard Whitney’s car driving off.

I had an early start in the morning, and I slept a very deep and satisfying sleep. As I drifted off, I wondered if I would see Pamela and Whitney again.