Chapter 8

Tina awoke with a start, feeling a pair of strong large hands lifting her buttocks. She was lying on her belly and the hands turned her on her back. Tina blinked her eyes open and looked up to see Elsie leaning over, her tits straining against her flimsy frock.

"Wake up, Miss Tina," she hissed. "Guests are arriving and you must put potion on."

Tina rolled over and surrendered to the strong hands of Elsie. She would rather have taken Elsie off to her own room and spent a couple of hours exploring her big, black body with its many contrasts, large, but delicate, fleshy, yet firm and oh, so sexy.

Tina propped herself up on one arm and watched as Elsie kneeled at the foot of the bed and whispered what seemed to be a prayer. Elsie swiftly arose and took a small vial from her pocket and poured a bit of the creamy liquid into the palm of her hand and slapped it over Tina's left tit. Tina winced under the impact which was so sudden, but the liquid seemed to be hot and smooth and Elsie's hand was so comforting. Elsie repeated the procedure with Tina's other tit and again Tina felt heat spreading through her body, just like the slow methodical budding of a really great orgasm.

Elsie was really enjoying her work and the smile on her face showed it. She spilled the remainder of the vial on Tina's belly and massaged it thoroughly in, from the bottom of her tits into the dense bush between her legs.

"Bring you good luck to your good body," Elsie smiled at Tina.

Tina smiled back and spread her legs, inviting Elsie, but Elsie frowned.

"Not when guests are here," she said suddenly, turning and leaving the room.

Tina surveyed her body. The white cream had disappeared into her skin and she ran her hands over her tits and belly feeling the unusual silky feeling that her skin had gained from the cream.

"You must be Tina," a voice from beyond the door called out. Tina wasn't really startled. She somehow expected someone to walk through the door, and now he did.

Tall and blond with a well-muscled body and Tina could see almost every one of the bulging muscles. He was clad only in a pair of flowered beach shorts and loved showing off his perfect body.

"I'm Roger."

"They told me a lot about you," Tina replied.

"What did they say?" he shot back looking over Tina who made no effort to rise or hide any part of her body that lay sprawled on the bed before him like a delicious platter of goodies.

"Just that I had to meet you, though they didn't say why," Tina answered, rearranging herself slightly so he could have a better view of her pussy.

"They told me quite a bit about you, too."

"What?"

"I'd rather find out for myself," he grinned, approaching the bed.

"What's stopping you?"

Roger said nothing, just stood there, fiddling with the stretch band on his shorts and watching as Tina rolled over and tossed her hair back and forth making a long, whipping motion with it. Tina knew that cream or no cream, magic or no magic, she had Roger in the palm of her hand and she was enjoying the sensation. She stood up on the bed, drawing herself up to her full height and then fell into a complete split, her bush brushing the satin sheets on the bed, and her cunt opening wide as the muscles stretched her lips open. Tina rolled back, her legs still apart, so Roger could get a solid view of her crevice.

"Everything they said about you was true," he laughed out loud.

"Everything they said and more," Tina grinned back. "Watch this."

Tina pulled herself back to a standing position and then leaped off the bed, landing on her hands and going into a full cartwheel.

"And this," she continued.

Now she allowed herself to fall back, her legs spread wide. She fell back, bending in half the wrong way. This incredible bend stunned even Roger. He stared motionless at Tina who jiggled her tits which hung over her shoulders now. He also stared at Tina's patch which was stretched tight by this latest contortion. Her cunt lips poked through the thick black hair and at the top of her cunt, the pink knob of her clit pushed through like a miniature prick. Roger's mouth watered as he surveyed the display of nookie before him, and slipped his shorts over his stiff rod and down his legs.

"Don't just stand there, lover boy," Tina laughed, jiggling her tits again. "Come hump me."

Roger knew an invitation when he received one and took two steps toward Tina. He fingered her patch and ran his fingers up and down the ridge of her cunt lips.

"Do it now, you bastard," Tina hissed.

Holding his cock and guiding it toward the center of the crevice, Roger stepped forward and pushed hard. He didn't expect his cock to slide home so easily, but the magic cream must have been doing its thing because Tina's cunt reacted like a vacuum cleaner, sucking it right in and gripping it hard.

Roger reached down to Tina's shoulders and brought her up to a standing position.

"Thanks," she breathed. "My back was beginning to feel it."

Roger made no response. His cock was still in her and now he pressed his lips against hers and pried her mouth open with his tongue and plunged it deep into her throat. Tina responded by sucking his tongue into her and chewing on it. She wrapped her arms around him and hoisted herself onto his body, wrapping her legs around his torso. His pole felt good inside her and she wiggled up and down as shivers of pleasure raced through her body.

Tina's weight caused Roger to stumble and waver, but he tensed his muscles and staggered to the bed where he fell down on top of her, plunging his pole even deeper into her. Tina let out a sharp gasp as she felt his cock drill deep into her. It was more than she had bargained for, but she was glad to have it so deep in her.

The two rolled back and forth on the bed, over and around, play-wrestling. Tina struggled atop Roger and tried to pin him. Roger allowed himself to be pinned only because he liked to have a bitch like Tina riding him, slamming her body against his, her tits bouncing madly against his chest and her cunt scraping the skin off his long, erect cock.

When Roger tired of this, he rolled over on top of Tina and started giving her the riding of her life up and down, up and down, slapping his chest against hers as hard as he could, knocking the wind from her lungs.

"Come on, baby, come on," Roger cried as he felt his cock begin to pulsate in her tight cunt.

Tina let her body swing free, heir cunt pulsating with his cock, her pussy juice sloshing around inside the passionate walls her crevice. At last she let loose and allow herself to come seeing stars and feeling the electricity shoot through her body. Roger laughed as he felt her body go stiff and then launched his own wad deep into her. This set Tina off again and even Roger's body pinning Tina's to the bed failed to hold her down, as she bucked and twisted, tossing him off her and onto the bed next to her.

"They didn't tell me the half about you, Roger said, grinning at Tina and fondling her tits as she came down off her high.

"You better believe it," she said, bounding up and taking his hand and dragging him toward the hallway.

"Let's get into a scene with someone else," Tina said. "I gotta have more."

"If the little lady wants more, she's gonna get more," Roger said, laughing and following Tina. He was thoroughly satisfied by their superwoman, but if she wanted more, he was going to join her.

Tina didn't know how Roger would react to her little scheme, but she dragged him along anyway.

Fuck it! Tina thought, I gotta have Elsie and if he doesn't like it, he can fuck himself. Tina had been aching for Elsie all afternoon and events had conspired to keep them apart. Roger and Tina Wandered down the hall. They caught a glimpse of Marshall slipping it to Donna, whose body was painted with bright orange and purple paints. The two were so involved with each other that they didn't notice Tina and Roger heading down the hallway.

Tina led Roger to the kitchen where Elsie was bent over her Work. Tina left Roger at the door and tiptoed into the kitchen. She gently approached Elsie from the rear and carefully placed her hands on Elsie's hips and squeezed gently.

Elsie turned around with a start.

"Oh, it's you, Miss Tina. Hello."

"Come join us on the beach."

"Oh, no, Miss Tina. Master need me here."

"I need you on the beach," Tina said, lifting Elsie's frock and massaging the valley between her immense buttocks. "Come with us."

"Oh, no, Miss Tina, oh, no," Elsie repeated, but this time less certainly as she started to feel the effects of Tina's hands kneading the flesh behind her twat.

Roger watched from the doorway and he, too, grew fascinated by the strange black woman to whom Tina was ministering. She seemed to be all things, fat and solid, yet strangely sexy and alluring all at the same time. From behind, Roger could see the edges of her tits quiver as Tina pressed her body against the big woman's back all the time continuing her massage and still whispering in her ear.

"Come on, Elsie, come on."

"No, I mustn't."