PIT #41: Chocolate

Careful, 'R' Rated

Points In Time

Woodland Hills, California

Wednesday, June 11, 1986

4:20 p.m

“You leave me some towels and linens and what we agreed on with ‘Melnick’?”

“Yeah. I did!”

“Okay, then I don’t give a flying fuck about what ever else you’re taking.”

Planning on putting their old bedroom set, the bed and his dresser in the large bed room, and their old sofa-bed and his lounging chair, along with the television Marsha is leaving in the den. The kitchen table and six chairs to go in the dining-area and nearly everything else would be contributed to the ‘Salvation Army’. All else that would be needed for Mitchell Lipensky’s new home would be purchased new as the need arose.

 “You hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Thinking she’d pump him for information about his future plans and— although she really didn’t care, where he’s going to live… “I’m buying.”

“The deli?”

Waiting for his corned beef on an onion roll and her brisket on rye.

“Just curious, Mitch. Do you have someplace to go?
“No, Marsha. I intend to sleep in the car… Yes, of ‘course’ I have someplace to go.”

“Just ain’t saying, huh.”

“Marsha, listen! ‘Yes’, I’ve someplace to go and ‘yes’, I just ain’t saying because it’s just none of your damn business.”

He’s in real estate, of course he’s got someplace to go.

“Let me ask you something!”

“What’s that Mitchell?”

“When are you going to tell Morgan that you’re leaving next Monday?”

Saturday, June 14, 1986

Tarzana, California

8:20 p.m.

Living the closest, Marsha and Mitchell were the first to arrive. Ken and Sandy next, Evie then and — easily finding ‘Joe’s Liquor’ in Van Nuys, then following Morgans old Cadillac, Lita and Morgan were the last to arrive.

The group always found it strange that how easy it was and how much they were at ease shedding all their clothing and sitting entirely nude — letting ‘it all hang out’ at Elysium while here in the absolute privacy of Janice’s home, at least while sober no one knew how to get started to shed even a shirt.

However, once Janice passed one of her specially rolled ‘joints’ around?

An unseasonably cool night, Janice had kicked the — meant to hold a maximum of six people, however if ‘friendly’ enough, and this group, if nothing else, were certainly ‘friendly enough, Janice had kicked the heat in the Jacuzzi up two notches so now, sitting at the kitchen table with the patio slides open, seeing steam rising and hearing the pressurised gurgling water, the eight feasted on a huge, catered seafood platter, that — charged to Doctor Berger, his ex-wife had ‘ordered in’.

Alongside Morgan, Marsha’s hand atop his. “You think they'll ‘really’ shut it down?”

“Elysium has a double problem…”

Sitting alongside Lita, her hand on my knee…

Notation: I must take a moment to reiterate when speaking of, or while looking at Lita:

Standing at five- foot-three inches, Lita has a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly by my standards—full lips and, for a woman her size, unusually large breasts — that at age fifty-one were within the saggy stage, with moderately sized, black nipples.

Her almond-shaped black eyes complemented by long, thick lashes. When dry, Lita’s short cut hair lay atop and to the sides of her head in slight ringlets, when wet the ringlets would tighten and cling to her scalp. Lita’s overall complexion an extremely light ebony.

Though beautiful by any standard, there was no mistaking Lita Warner for anything other than a woman of the ‘Negro’ race…

Sitting alongside Lita, her hand on my knee…

All of us feeling the affect of Janice’s joint’. All of us loosening up.”

“Yeah, Sandy…” I said “...religion and money.”

“ ‘Do-gooders’ and greed.” Evie corrected.

“Well, in all honesty, for the land value the fields ‘are’ worth a fortune.”

“Maybe we’re getting ahead of our selves because this had been an ongoing argument for years.”

“Yeah, Morgan. And having our own, on-sight, lawyer/owner has certainly helped…”

“But the the ‘Times’ said that this guy’s over eighty-eight years old..”

“And might be ready to give in?”

“No. The paper didn’t say that. But he is over eighty-eight years old.”

Silent now but for the chewing and swallowing of shrimp and lobster tails and the slurping of clams and oysters and the swallowing sounds of individual choices of red and white wine… along with a couple glasses of gin and tonic.

“If need be… Ken asked “...who’s been to the nude beach?”

“Before I discoverer Elysium, me…” Morgan said “...and it’s beautiful but kind of hard to get to…”

“And there’s no security.”

“Yeah, Evie. It’s a ‘county line’ unincorporated beach and ‘any’ lowbrow son of a bitch can spread a blanket there.”

“Or come to just gawk…”

“And jerk-off.” Sandy added.

“And there’s no place to pee.”

“It’s the ocean, Marcie. They’ve been doing it for years…”

“Yeah…” Janice added “...anyone can pee in the ocean.”

“Just stay away from the warm spots.” Ken said.

Lita’s hand still on my knee… actually, lightly squeezing, more so on my upper thigh sending — so I thought, and so it was,.

Lita ‘was’ sending a signal to ‘let’s go!’

Standing. “Janice, this meal was wonderful.” Pulling Lita’s chair as she stood. “Thank you! But..” half cupping my ear “… I hear the spa calling.”

Walking outside with Lita by my side, pulling my shirt over my head and lowering my shorts as….I had never seen Lita in anything other than shorts and a blouse, that even now, following my actions, pulling the blouse over her head and lowering her shorts, fully naked in the few seconds it took us to travel from the table to the Jacuzzi .

Holding the stainless steel rail as I stepped from the pools deck onto the first step, then onto the second step that formed a bench going the circumstance of the spa.

Holding Lita’s hand — Seeing her slopping tits, I watched as she stepped from the deck onto the first step, then onto the bench.

Though a bit on the thin side, Lita’s calves were slightly muscled having slim ankles, and shaped to look beautiful while wearing high heels… Her thighs joining within …

Oh, my God, I thought, I wanted my head held tight between those light chocolate coloured thighs with my face into that patch of pussy hair… I wanted to smell Lita I wanted to taste Lita. I wanted… Oh, God I want to eat her!

...Her thighs joining within the thick black patch of pubic hair that instantly caused me to mentally salivate…. Maybe not entirely mentally, because — thinking for itself, my dick instantly became ‘obviously ‘ anxious to plant itself into the hairy black fissure.

Within moments, the Jacuzzi that was meant to hold six now held eight.

Being gentlemen, Morgan and ken stood allowing Marsha and Sandy and Janice and Evie to sit. Lita, though, insisting that I sit, whispering — barely loud enough to be heard above the thrashing water… whispering directly into my ear. “Slouch a little, baby.”

My years of training to be an obedient husband paying off for Lita, I did sit and I did slouch as Lita, first reaching behind and beneath the hot bubbling water, took hold of my absolutely elongated dick and with a bit of manoeuvring her ass…

On May 10, 1986…

The day I met Ken and Sandy.

Later that day, in the Jacuzzi ...The air jet forcing foaming bubbling air onto and between Sandy’s upper thighs and my dick, coincidentally positioned high upon and tightly beneath Sandy’s vaginal lips.

The air jet forcing the bubbling air onto and between Sandy’s thighs and — considering where it was, ‘extremely’ erotically onto and around my dick…

On that day I did not know if it was the forceful jetting water or if I was actually fucking Sandy…

On this day… Lita, first reaching behind and beneath the hot bubbling water, took hold of my absolutely elongated dick and with a bit of manoeuvring her ass…

On this day, having absolutely no doubt… My arms warped tight about Lita’s waist, her heavy tits resting on and over my forearms...

On this day, my dick planted as far as it could possibly reach within Lita’s tight pussy, leaving no doubt thatLita and I ‘were’ fucking.

Her head leaning back. Her cheek onto my cheek. “Mitchie…” she whispered directly into my ear “...don’t come.”

“Then we’d better stop.” I whispered back.

Breathing heavily, her tongue flicking my ear. “Think we’d better go to the ‘black room’.”

Breathing heavily. “Oh, yeah!”

Standing, Lita’s pussy releasing the tight hold on my dick. “Water’s a bit too hot for me…” she said “I’m ready to go in.”

Standing also, “Me, too.”

Following Lita’s beautifully rounded ass up the step and out of the Jacuzzi. Not caring who saw, my dick rigidly at full attention.

Grabbing hold of two of the stack of towels Janice had placed onto the patio table, Lita and I — leaving wet foot prints, walked through the dining area and short hallway, through and into the ‘black room’.

The open door casting a triangle of light…

“My, God…” Lita said “...it’s 'really' dark in here!”

My arm about her waist, visualising where we wanted to go, shutting the door I led Lita around the ends of the two mattresses to the far side of the black room.

Guiding her onto the far side of the far mattress, “here. Baby.” Urging her to lie down I lay beside her.

Lita’s mouth finding my mouth. My tongue finding her tongue . Lita’s hand having absolutely no problem finding my dick. My hand having absolutely no problem finding Lita’s extreemly moist pussy. Our tongues twisting upon the other’s tongue.

My mouth leaving Lita’s mouth, kissing her neck, her chest, one tit than the other, My mouth finding and drawing upon the nipple of one breast, then the other…

Pulling my lips from Lita’s nipple with a slight suction sound. Breathing heavily, hardly able to get the words out…

“Skorupski’s full of shit!”

Holding my head between her hands. Breathing heavily, “Who’s ‘Skorupski?”

An ass-hole I knew when I was a kid that told me… His words, not min… Skorupski told me that when you suck on a nigger ladies tits you get chocolate milk.”

Giggling. “So did you?”

“Did me, what?”

“Get chocolate milk.”

“D’know…” lowering my head “...let me try again.”

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