To each his own

So flash on three people, one in the bed, the second on the bed and third at the bed end, all in a line. Number one is a broad shouldered, well muscled handsome black man. His head is propped up against a pillow and he is starring down the length of his body with a confused look on his face. The confusion is the result of a woman, a brown haired babe, giving him a damn fine blow job. His name is Jack Murphy and at age twenty two he just got drafted unto the Dallas Cowboy roster. A novice he has yet to make a name for himself.

Number two, a girl of nineteen who became a woman at age fourteen, has brown hair, a photographic face, smooth white skin, a nice butt, a tight waistline and a memorable rack hanging on her chest. Poised on hands and knees she is alternating licking and sucking on the Jack's dick. Her name is Amanda and she came to the city to find her fortune as a model.

Number three is an older white version of number one. He is old by dint of the fact his nose has been broken several times, he sports a couple cracked ribs and had microsurgery performed on both knees. At thirty two he is nearing the end of his days as a professional athlete. His name is James McClure and no one knows him because he spent half his career sitting the bench. At the moment though his attention is not on his failed career, but on the shapely butt before him and the tight young pussy he is busy banging.

“Oh god,” Amanda moans. James, having found her g-spot, is doing a serious number on her head, so much so she has totally lost track of what she was doing for Jack. “Oh baby,” she moans trying to explain herself. All she can think of though is Tommy, the older man who taught her the ins and outs of making love and made love to her on an almost nightly basis. “Oh Tommy,” she whimpers. Why'd you go and get yourself shot?

Panting for breath she squeezes down on Jack's dick and closes her eyes as the moment of madness washes through her brain. “Oh god,” she screams. She screams again as a second wave hits a minute later. With the third orgasm she falls forward, needing to escape the images of Tommy and the memories of his lovely dick.

Behind her James pulls out still rock hard and smiles. He had thought Jack would steal the show what with his handsome face and nine inch dick. It was good to know the old guy still had what it took to make a girl swoon. Whistling, he spins on his heel and heads for the john to take a cold shower.

Back in the bedroom Jack drags Amanda up the bed to his side where he skillfully rubs her back from shoulder to hip. Her eyes flick open and she smiles shyly back at him.

“Do you believe in true love, Jack,” she whispers.

“Yes,” he answers.

“Do you think you could love this rocky mountain chick?”

“I think I already do. I know I want to protect you.”

“Make love to me, baby." she moans. "Make love like there's no tomorrow.”