A lucky hobo...charity in action - Part 2, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-07-29. Times viewed: 5035.
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- Intro: Het, oral, lesbian; A homeless man gets lucky.
A lucky hobo...charity in action – Part 2
By
Gutter Rhymes
Continued from Part 1 : Three naughty rich ladies from the upmarket Durban suburb of La Lucia kindly took a homeless Zulu lad home. Looks like they decided to reap the rewards of their kindness as they started to “help themselves” to the lucky vagrant.
We sat Jabu down on the expensive golden footstool near Maud’s balcony. The moon shone on the sea a short distance, its silver reflection on the water completing what was a stunningly beautiful setting for what was about to take place.
We dropped the gown from his slim frame and had it around his waist, his penis was still up to its attention seeking antics. Its outline was clearly visible under the heaped satin gown. I stood behind him and started applying the lotion to his back, in slow gentle motion.
“Howzit Jabu? You like it?” I asked.
“Nice madam, I like it” he said.
Jane gave him a full glass of Remy Martin before giving out much more rational volumes to each one of us in expensive quartz glasses. I suppose she was only keeping Zulu tradition of giving most of the food to the men first and what is left, to the women. Jabu gulped hard before twisting his face as he savoured the strong beverage.
At some point the pretence of decent or honourable intentions would have to be discarded and the time was there and then. Maud turned around and asked Jabu to unzip her dress. The young man looked at me, then Rita as if to voice some kind of objection and we both nodded our approval. He opened the zip all the way down and Maud stepped out of it as it fell on the Afghan carpet. She turned around to face Jabu, then unclipped her bra, revealing her mammoth tits. You should have seen Jabu’s face, his mouth swung open, his eyes even wider open!
“Drink from madam’s breasts” Rita said in a commanding voice.
Maud pushed her pink nipple onto Jabu’s face and he obliged. He licked them with his thick lips, like a calf recently re-united with its mother. Maud was evidently not fretting about the fact that that mouth had probably not seen a toothbrush in months. Maybe the strong alcohol, she assumed had sanitised Jabu’s mouth.
“Oh yes Zulu boy, suck my boobs, lick those tits..yes, you are intelligent aren’t you? You learn fast” Maud said as Rita pulled down her lacy boxers and cupped her flaming red bush.
Maud adjusted her legs to give her childhood friend access to her hairy honeypot. Rita inserted her fingers inside Maud’s cunt and started playing with the cunt lip, her clit and whatever else resides in cunt. The scene was fast spoiling for a full-blown orgy: Jabu having the time of his destitute life with Maud’s udder as Rita ploughed in and out of her juicy cunt and I, having discarded all my clothes, rubbing my saggy jugs against his back!
“My turn..suck my cunt Kaffir boy” said Rita, ignoring our earlier admonishment that she desist from using that terrible racist word. We were too busy to reprimand her again.
Jabu hesitated as Rita placed one foot on Jabu’s lap, opening her shaven twat so wide open her vaginal passage was in view.
“Do as Rita says Jabu, just lick her cunt.” I advised.
Jabu still could not bring himself to it. I am sure his hesitation came from the fact that most of the pussy he would have “come across” was likely to be some fellow homeless girls malodorous, dirty pussy.
“Its alright Jabu, madam’s vagina is very clean, smell it first” Maud urged him on.
Still no action.
Rita was hot tempered, especially when dealing with Africans, Coloureds or Indians whom she detested. She grabbed the back of Jabu’s head and slammed his face onto her cunt, gyrating her waist as she ground her crotch onto his face.
I couldn’t make out whether Jabu’s mouth was open but I did worry that the poor boy would suffocate. Poor as in having no wealth, for this was a lucky fellow indeed. He gasped and heaved as Rita continued to pleasure herself on his face.
I went round and pulled the gown from under Jabu’s butt.
“Oh my God!” Maud said as she saw Jabu’s cock in my hands.
With both hands around it, close to each other, there was still at least 4 inches of cock, free! That boy had “mixed blessings”, no cash, but a dick to die for. Ten inches of hard black dick! As I moved my hands up and down that shaft, Maud positioned her face and licked or sucked on it every time it came close to her mouth. We were now competing for space as Rita continued to enjoy what was clearly Jabu’s first attempt at cunnilingus, he was later to admit that it was not so bad after all.
Jabu spoke for the first time, without answering a question.
“Ku mnandi nkosikazi (its delicious, o my queen), mnandi…” he blurted in between sucking Rita’s cunt.
We were not sure whether he was referring to the double blow job he was getting from Maud and I or Rita’s cunt which just a few moments before he had almost created a crisis by refusing to suck. But that was an academic point at that stage, we were all feasting. Rita was the first to cum. Holding Jabu’s head tight against her sex she started shivering and shaking, sweat braking all over her body.
“Fock, you making me cum you focken Kaffir, god oh…I am cumming!”she screamed as she continued to hold Jabu’s face to her dripping cunt.
I pushed her head back a little, not wanting an accidental death by asphyxia case on our hands. Jabu took a big gulp of air, confirming my fear that suffocation was imminent.
“Stand up Jabu” Maud said.
Jabu got onto his feet and his monster schlong pointed straight up. I remember wondering if that thing had bones in it, it looked so firm and strong. Maud made her intentions clear when she knelt on the couch, exposing her bare butt, the flaming hairs showing proudly, if obscenely for us all to see.
“Shove your penis in” I whispered in Jabu’s ear.
Jabu bent his knees a little in order to align with the madam’s cunt. He gently, slowly pushed it in. What an amazing spectacle it was as the big dick parted the hairy cunt lips and stretched the skin to a shiny rim around itself as Jabu had his first taste of white cunt.
His gentle intentions soon gave way to the brute inside him. He went in hard with each stroke, plunging deep inside Maud’s cunt disturbing her womb. Rita who had recovered went behind Jabu and caressed and slapped his erect Zulu gluteals.
“Boy you got cock” Maud exclaimed as she realised that she had at last met the real McCoy! As she felt everything inside her belly being shaken all over the place.
Jabu just grunted, like a warthog foraging on the savannah grass plains. His eyes were wide open as if he needed to record all the events on this night, surely one of his luckiest nights.
I was feeling rather left out put my hand in a ring around Maud’s cunt so that Jabu’s dick was getting a hand job as he plunged back and forth. With my other hand I found myself fucking my wet pussy fast and furious.
“Delicious, mmmmm-mmm, delicious…”Jabu kept saying.
“Jesus fucking Christ….oh my god….oh..you are good my boy” Maud hissed as her climax arrived.
She banged back into Jabu’s dick and he staggered back, losing balance for seconds. Then he “hit back” thrusting deep and fast a few times before grunting loud, this time like a Nguni bull, deep and guttural. His thrusting slowed down as Rita and I witnessed an amazing synchronised coital serenade.
Rita led us all to Maud’s majestic bed and we all lay down catching our breath, all touching some part of the luck Zulu lad. I had not come, and jealous as I was, I was happy for my 2 friends. I knew my turn would arrive shortly because I planned to make sure that we kept Jabu for the rest of the night and all day from the morning after.
This is how my friends and I started out on our way to winning King Goodwill Zwelithini, the Zulu monarch’s award for our outstanding work with the homeless people of Durban. What motivation could exceed, sampling the hidden talents of those we helped out of misery!
End
© Gutter Rhymes
July 2012
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