Meet Marcie-beautiful, blonde, rich, spoiled college girl and budding young socialite.
She had all the social and cultural advantages that wealth could provide.
But something was missing.
Luckily, her room mate Helen, herself a debutante from the upper crust, was able to help her find it.
What was this rare object that could give her life meaning?
BIG, BLACK COCK!
Helen offered to get her all she could handle.
Helen thought that she was an experienced hard case, but even she was surprised when Marcie set out to show both of them just how much that really could be. one
"You must be Marcie!" Helen said, opening her arms to the girl to whose knock she had opened the door.
"Yes, I am. And you must be Helen, the girl replied. "My things will be right up."
"I'm all ready for you, as you can see," Helen said, her hand sweeping the spacious room, exactly one half of which contained her made bed and an obviously full closet, while the other, identical half was clearly unoccupied, the closet empty, the mattress on the bed bare of all linen.
Before Marcie could reply, a very unhappy-looking young man in blazer and ascot stumbled over the threshold, arms burdened with matching luggage.
"Do watch where you're going Chipper," Marcie said, narrowly avoiding a collision.
"Sorry, Marcie," Chipper replied. "I've only got five more trips. And Livermore won't leave the car, since we don't have a proper parking place."
Chipper dropped the bags and stood there, waiting.
"Where are my manners?" Marcie exclaimed. "Helen, this is Chipper, a friend of the family who came along to keep me company on that ghastly ride from home. Chipper, this is my room mate here at this oh so terribly exclusive, all-girl college, or university, or whatever they call this place."
"You're going to call it a lot of things, none of them good, before you're out of here, Marcie," Helen laughed. "Nice to meet you, Chipper. I'm Helen."
"Charmed, I'm sure," Chipper said. "As well you should be," Helen replied. Chipper turned red and both girls laughed. "Really, Chipper. 'Charmed, I'm sure'? I think you watched too many movies about the old South."
"But that's what they taught us at military school. You know that, Marcie. Remember the ball?"
"You're right, Chipper. Forget I said anything. Just get the rest of my stuff. And if Daddy hadn't insisted on sending us up in the stretch limo, Livermore would have been able to find a parking place. There was more than enough room for the Caddy right out front, even in the midst of all this moving in day nonsense."
"It's not my fault," Chipper protested.
"I didn't say it was. Now do be a good boy and get the rest of my things before I scream," Marcie threatened.
"No, don't do that!" Chipper said. Turning to Marcie, he added, "She means it you know."
Chipper ran from the room.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants," Helen said, smiling.
"Chip can be so tiresome, really," Marcie said. "My parents and his parents have an understanding, but I have my doubts. About Chipper and me, that is. The uniting of the two fortunes is beyond question. Disenchanted I may be, but I know which side my bread is buttered on."
"It looks like I'm not the only one saddled with one of those 'understandings'. I see we have a lot in common," Helen said.
"Not you too?" Marcie asked.
"Well my dear, in our set, how else is it done? One can hardly look at blue collars, now, can one? No, no, my dear, we are property. Now, behave like a good little tangible asset."
"It's too much, really," Marcie replied. "I'm going to a school that I already hate, located in a place I just know I'm going to hate, with nothing to look forward to except life with an incredible bore."
"That, and a continued life of wealth and privilege," Helen observed.
"Yes," Marcie sighed, "you're right of course. But then, we'll have earned it, won't we?"
"No argument there."
"It's just that it's all so dreary. Can nothing to be done to give life some interest?"
"Oh, a great deal," Helen replied.
"Really?" Marcie asked, but before Helen could reply, Chipper was back with the next load, which he dropped before turning stiffly, imitating a robot.
"Chipper, dearest," Marcie said sweetly, "why don't you set them down a little harder? That way, I won't have all that bothersome unpacking to do. They'll burst open by themselves and I can simply live out of them where they sit."
Chipper reddened, but kept walking.
"So tell me, Helen, what's the solution to my, our, little problem? And please don't tell anything about breaking out on my own. I detest poverty, especially if it involves things like working and responsibility."
Helen laughed.
"A girl after my own heart," Helen said, adding, cryptically, "maybe."
"Meaning?" Marcie asked, smiling.
"Meaning I think I like what I see, but I have to get to know you better."
"But Helen, our families have known each other for years. Daddy and your father made a fortune together doing something terribly clever with stocks, or bonds, or something."
"Well, Marcie, that may be a problem."
"Oh? How so?"
"If I were to tell you that, I'd be telling all," Helen replied. "Please, don't be anxious. I won't keep you in suspense for very long."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Marcie stared out the window at the campus spread out below, ignoring Helen and Chipper, who came and went with great regularity.
At last, Chipper said, "That's it.
"I shall miss you, Marcie. My school is half a country away. I'll write you often."
"And I shall miss you, Chipper. I hate goodbyes. They're so sad. Kiss, kiss."
"Kiss, kiss, dearest. I'll see you at the holidays."
"Looking forward to it," Marcie replied. "Until then, au revoir."
Chipper looked at her sadly, straightened his ascot, waved at the two of them, and left.
"Such passion is a marvel to behold," Helen remarked.
"You see my problem," Marcie said.
"I definitely begin to," Helen conceded.
"Well, my dear, I'll help you unpack," Helen volunteered.
The two girls busily emptied the luggage, stacking the empties in the bottom of Marcie's closet.
Then, as they were coming to the end of the task and Marcie was making her bed out of the locker that contained her bed linens, Helen picked up a gray leatherette shoulder bag.
"Oh, bathroom things," she said, unzipping it and starting for their shared bathroom.
Marcie's head jerked up and she said, "Oh! I'll unpack those. You can just leave-"
"Oh? What have we here?" Helen exclaimed.
Helen pulled an item from the bag.
Marcie did not even have to turn around to know what Helen had discovered.
Helen turned on the bathroom light for a better look.
It was eight inches long, over an inch thick, and dark brown, the splayed head and veined surface making it a perfect rubber replica of a negro's penis in full erection.
Helen put it to her ear and shook it. It rattled.
"A battery-operated, vibrating, black rubber dildo," Helen said, dragging out each word.
"It's a gift from one of my friends at the Academy," Marcie said, referring to the all-girls' prep school from which she had graduated the previous spring. "Just a gag, really."
"Of course," Helen replied, running a finger lightly over its surface, then smelling it. "What are you doing?" Marcie asked.
"Playing detective," Helen replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, my dear, that this particular objet d'art smells like a very expensive facial cleanser. Now, if we reach into the magic bag and pull out, oh, yes, here it is," Helen said, pulling out a jar, which she waved in the hand opposite the one holding the dildo, "a jar of the same cleanser, we can then safely deduce that you are not only the owner of said object but its operator as well."
"What do you intend to do about it?" Marcie asked, her voice shaky.
"Me? Why, nothing. That is, nothing that you don't want me to do.
"Poor Marcie. Poor little rich girl. All-girl prep school, now all-girl college in a new and strange place. Life is just no fun at all for you, is it?
"So who can blame you, if you lock yourself in the bathroom for a little mechanical fun? What do you do? Do you squat on the edge of the bathtub with your legs spread and the shower running so nobody can hear and ream yourself out 'til you come?
"No, that sounds like too much work for you. More-likely, you close the toilet bowl, shove that big, black thing into your cunt, put a towel down over the bowl, turn the switch on, and sit down ever so carefully and daydream while junior here makes your insides hum until the juices flow. Is that how it is?"
"Something like that," Marcie replied. "But you give a very accurate description."
"Of course."
"Of course? Then why don't you show me yours?"
"It isn't here."
"Then where do you keep it? I can't say I'm glad that you discovered mine, but at least it's where I can get at it when I want it, which is, if you must know, quite often. Or are you all talk?
"I ask you again: Where do you keep it?"
Helen seemed to ponder the question a long time before she answered.
"I keep it-them, really-attached to the big, black studs of which they are a live part." "You mean ... Marcie stopped herself. "Exactly."
"Let me get this straight. You're telling me that you ... "
"Please, darling. It's perfectly all right to use the technical term. Just say it. Here, let me. "Nigger fucking."
Marcie looked at Helen, wide-eyed, her lips forming the words, as though to better comprehend their reality.
"Nigger fucking," she whispered.
"That's right. Nigger fucking," Helen snapped.
"I can't believe it!" Marcie exclaimed. "Your family, your education and breeding, your-"
"Your ass!" Helen interrupted. "Listen to yourself talk. You came in here and you yourself gave a complete description of the best reasons in the world to do something, anything, to pay us back for the shit we have to go through just to enjoy some of Daddy's ill-gotten gains.
"What could be better than nigger fucking?
"Look at the practical side of it. You're fooling around with people who will never, never associate with our crowd, or even know them at all. Socially speaking, you couldn't be safer.
"You spend your whole life being treated like property, trapped in plans that others make for you. They own you and control your every move. So they think. You couldn't have a better revenge.
"Last but not least, you know that nasty little tingle you get from your rubber toy just before the juice runs down it? Honey, you ought to get a load of the sensation you get when a real live black stud turns you every way but loose. You can't beat it for the thrill of a lifetime."
"That's fine for you," Marcie said. "You're from around here. You're all set up, to hear you tell it. But I'm new here. So I'll just have to stick with my friend there unless and until something better comes along."
"Now, now" Helen responded. "Let's not be feeling sorry for ourselves.
"Did I ever say I wouldn't share?" I'm not bringing this up to tease you, dearie. I have far too much breeding for that."
They both laughed.
"Besides, I find that without a doubt it's the best way in the world to keep my head on straight. A couple of times, it's even saved my reputation."
"Really?" Marcie asked. "How's that."
"Well, you know how, when we're at a resort on a warm night and we've had maybe just a little too much to drink and the boy from our crowd who we're with starts looking too good to us?"
"I've had the feeling, but I've always been well chaperoned."
"Well, I haven't. And believe me, kid, if you want to ruin yourself fast in our oh-so-polite society, just do the guy you're with the big favor in a weak moment and watch how fast your parents' tricky arrangements come unglued. A mistake like that will haunt you the rest of your miserable life.
"But not to worry.
"All I have to do is think of one of my big, black studs and how great it feels to have that big, black pole shoved up my juicy cunt. Then I look at the wimp in the tennis whites drooling on my cleavage and ever so nicely, perfect little lady that I am, I gain his respect.
"Instead of being able to brag to his cronies about how he scored all over that slut Helen, he tells them what a really great catch I'll be because that's the only way that any of them will be lucky enough to see my virgin pelt."
"But that sounds like you're just using these black guys," Marcie objected.
"Wake up, honey. In this world, everybody uses everybody. There's nothing wrong with using somebody if they get something out of it, and nothing wrong with letting them use you, if you gain something by it."
"I guess you're right," Marcie said.
"You know I'm right. What you don't know is just how right I am. Care to find out?"
Marcie stood there, not knowing what to say or do. What Helen said made sense, but things were happening too fast.
"I don't know, Helen. It would be a big jump for me. I've had that thing you're holding in me more times than I can count. I've even been in a dorm with a couple of us doing it at the same time with two of them, or passing one around. But you're talking the real thing."
"You don't understand, Marcie. I'm not offering to fix you up tonight or even tomorrow. I just want to know if you're interested. If you are, we go to the next step."
"Which is?" Marcie asked.
"Which is that we've got to get you started on the pill."
"What pill?"
"Birth control, of course, what do you think? That these studs are using rubbers or firing blanks? Look, kid, you're a real person, not just some character in a sleazy fuck book. You fuck, you get pregnant. Especially with these guys. We're talking prime, virile, potent, super stuff here."
"How long do I have to take them before I'm ready?"
"We'll use my prescription. I'll get a refill in the morning. When was your last period?"
"I just had one." "You've got me really excited, Helen."
"No, you were already excited. I'm just arranging for you to calm down."
"I guess you could put it that way."
"Just leave things to me."
"Oh, I will. It's too bad I have to wait for the pills to take effect."
"Who said you do?"
"I thought you did."
"Well, for the main event, you're right."
"I take it that means you have something in mind for the next two weeks. If you mean this thing," Marcie said, waving the dildo at her, "I don't need your permission, do I?"
"No, you don't. I just thought you might like a little help with it."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"I'll show you," Helen replied.
Helen locked and bolted the door, isolating them from the traffic in the hall.
She quickly stripped off her skirt and blouse, bra and underpanties, standing before Marcie wearing only a pair of stockings held up by a garter belt.
Helen began playing with her large, pendulous boobs, fingering the nipples until they stood out form the brown aureoles like thumbs in the middle of dark silver dollars, in contrast to the milky whiteness of her skin.
"like what you see?" Helen asked.
She went up close to Marcie, bumping and grinding her wide hips as she advanced. When she stopped, she spread the pink lips of her pussy with one hand and began fingering her clitoris with the other, leaning backward from the waist to give Marcie a good view.
Marcie stared at her, wide-eyed at first, then made her face an expressionless mask.
"I've never been with a woman," she said.
"Or a man, either," Helen replied.
"So what? The girls at prep told me this is bigger than any man," Marcie said, shaking the dildo at Helen.
"They lied," Helen said. "I'll prove it to you in a couple of weeks. Meanwhile ... "
Helen put her arms around Marcie's waist, drew her to her, and kissed her, sticking her tongue down her throat. Marcie did not resist.
Helen pulled away, saying, "Don't just stand there. I showed you mine. You show me yours."
Marcie shrugged and stripped all the way, her breasts high and large, with upward-tilted, pink nipples. Her bush was light brown and sparse, in contrast to Helen's thick, dark jungle, but her hips were just as wide, her legs as shapely, and her ass as full and round. Marcie's long, blonde hair contrasted sharply with Helen's short, raven page boy tresses.
"Your place or mine?" Marcie asked coolly, pointing to Helen's bed, then her own.
"Oh, mine, by all means," Helen replied. "After all, I am the hostess."
They climbed into Helen's bed, their curvaceous bodies touching.
"Let me see your toy," Helen said.
Marcie handed her the vibrating dildo, turning it on first.
"Nice action," Helen said. "Can you speed it up?"
"You just turn the disk at the rear," Marcie replied. "Here, I'll show you."
Marcie twisted the disk which formed the base of the dark brown, rubber monster. The whine became louder and higher pitched.
"Excellent," Helen said, clasping Marcie to her.
Marcie said, "I like us being naked and close like this."
"Not nearly as much as you're going to," Helen said. "First, I want to taste your big tits."
Helen put her mouth on one of Marcie's pert, pink nipples and began sucking it while she squeezed the large breast.
When the breast became hard with excitement, she went to the other one. Marcie's breasts became engorged, the veins showing pale blue on the white skin.
Then, Helen's tongue traveled straight down the voluptuous body, pausing briefly at the deep navel before continuing its journey down through the bush and into the smooth, pink slit.
.Marcie raised her legs and spread them, giving Helen a wider target.
Helen began flickering her tongue against Marcie's throbbing clitoris, then burrowed in on it with her whole mouth, vacuuming it in and then gently chewing on it as it became hard and rounded.
"Oooh, Helen. Oooh! That feels so good!" Marcie exclaimed quietly, her head lolling back and forth on the pillow, her face and chest flushed.
Helen continued to work away on her clit, her tongue rolling it around and around, back and forth, clear juices beginning to run out of Marcie's drooling cunt and onto the pink star of her ass hole, which Helen's busy tongue reached down to touch every now and then.
When Marcie's pussy was thoroughly soaked with Helen's saliva and her own pussy drool, Helen inserted the vibrator all the way in until only the disk at the back was showing.
Holding it in place with her hand, Helen rejoined Marcie, lying against her full length, their faces inches apart. Helen kissed Marcie open-mouthed and Marcie returned it, turning toward Helen and grabbing a large, hanging breast with one hand.
Helen squirmed against Marcie, one ringer resting on the base of the totally inserted vibrator, alternately pressing on it and releasing, causing the dildo to go deep into Marcie, then slide back out about halfway, before Helen pushed it in again.
"You feel marvelous," Marcie whispered, her eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on her face.
"So do you, dear," Helen replied.
"This is just so great," Marcie enthused.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Helen rejoined.
Helen went back down on Marcie, keeping the vibrating dildo in place.
When her head was in position so that she could see what she was doing, Helen angled the dildo away from Marcie's inflamed clit and put her tongue against it.
Helen continued to move the dildo in and out while busily tonguing away on the firm, pink button, its surface slick with saliva and passion juice.
Marcie's thighs clamped in on Helen's head and Marcie's hands entangled themselves in Helen's hair, forcing her head against the streaming pussy.
Helen pulled the dildo out and let it fall to the floor as she let Marcie grind her face into the dripping slit, her tongue gliding all over the inside of the slick opening.
Now Marcie gripped Helen's head with the inside of her thighs as hard as she could. Helen could barely breathe as she chewed away at Marcie's cunt.
Finally, Marcie felt herself rising to a peak of sensual pleasure beyond what she was already experiencing.
She felt thrill after thrill of exquisite voluptuousness shoot through her entire body as a flood of clear, warm juice escaped her hot, drooling pussy, staining the sheet.
At last, the pressure of her thighs on Helen's head relaxed and she spread her legs flat on the bed on either side of Helen's kneeling body.
Helen stopped licking Marcie's clit and slit, once again rejoining her face to face, heads on pillows.
"You were out of this world," Marcie said, leaning over to kiss Helen on lips still sticky with pussy juice.
"You just wait," Helen replied. "The best is yet to come." two
The next two weeks could not pass quickly enough for Marcie.
It was not that the days were boring or that her time was not sufficiently occupied with schoolwork; it was not that her nights were unpleasant, eitherHelen saw to that, operating the big, black vibrator with as much skill as her tongue, exploring Marcie's every nook and cranny, as well as every sensation; but the nebulous visions of black cock, the promises of unimaginable delight dispensed by black studs, as conjured up by Helen, and the pledge that soon, very soon, all would become reality-this was what had Marcie in tingling suspense.
Finally, Marcie could stand it no longer.
"Helen," she said one evening as they were both doing assignments in their room at the dorm, "I don't want to wait any longer. If you're not bullshitting me, I want a date."
"Why would I kid you?" Helen asked.
"I don't know and I don't care, but I've had all the talk about it I think I need.
"The pills are certainly doing their job by now and that was the only hang-up, so let's go. That, or let's hear no more about it."
"Aren't we the impatient one, now," Helen smirked. "Very well. Let's see. Today is what? Wednesday, right? Let me make a phone call. I take it you could free up your calendar for, say, Sunday night?"
"Of course," Marcie replied. "Wait a minute, though."
"Aha! Getting cold feet?"
"No, it's not that," Marcie said.
"Then what's wrong?"
"We have school Monday. Why not a Friday or Saturday night? That would make more sense."
"To you, perhaps, but not to our dates." "Why not?"
"Because, my dear, before these boys play our game, they have to play another, different kind of game."
"Such as?"
"Such as professional football. Don't look so shocked. We are the best and we deserve the best. I'm not into casual street pick-ups, you know."
"Now you've really got me hot," Marcie said. "You never told me that they would be football players."
"And not just any football players, either," Helen enthused. "You don't have to follow the game to know these names, my dear."
"Tell me, tell me!"
"Ace Johnson and Don Watson," Helen replied.
"Oh, come on! Get real, will you? They make the sports news after every game. I don't follow the game and I hear those names on television, the same as you. You're making this up."
"Am I? Let's see: It's eight o'clock now, so they should be home. Shall we give them a ring?"
"Oh, sure. Why not? And if the conversation starts dragging, we can always hang up and call Ron at the white house."
"Do I detect a note of doubt?"
"Oh, no. Never. like I believe every word of this."
"I don't think you do, Marcie. Not that I blame you. However, there is one fast way to end all your doubts."
Helen picked up the phone from the nightstand between their twin beds and dialed a long distance number.
"It's busy," Helen said, hanging up.
"How very disappointing," Marcie said, her tone mocking.
Helen shrugged.
"I'll try again later," she said.
"Not to worry, dear," Marcie replied. "I'll just hit the redial myself."
"A doubter to the end," Helen smiled. "Here, help yourself," she added, handing Marcie the phone.
Marcie hit the redial button and the phone went through its paces.
"It is busy," Marcie admitted.
Helen returned to her assignment, reading a thick book while lying on her bed.
Marcie, encouraged by the busy signal, waited two minutes before hitting the redial again. This time, it rang.
"Ringing," Marcie said, handing Helen the phone.
Marcie could hear a deep, male voice answer the phone, reciting the number Helen had dialed, then falling silent. "Ace?" Helen asked.
"Yes," the voice replied, the tone softening in response to the female voice at this end.
"It's Helen. How are you?"
"Hey, Helen. What's shakin', babe?"
"Nothing at the moment, my dear. I thought that's what you're for. You know, to get things shaking?"
"You got that right, doll," Ace replied, laughing. "What can I do to you?"
"Everything, darling. You know that. The question is where and when, not what."
"I hear that," the voice replied, Marcie holding her ear close to Helen's head so that she could hear, too. The voice continued, "How about Sunday night, say nine, at the Sunset Motel?"
"Well, that part's fine, I guess," Helen said, "but I have a friend, a room mate, who'd like to meet Don. Could he come along?"
"Wait a sec, babe, I'll ask him ... Hey, Don, you got plans for after the game Sunday?" This last shouted away from the phone.
"Your plans are my plans," came the distant reply.
"Consider it all set, kid," the voice said. "Great! I'm really looking forward to seeing you, Ace."
"Yeah, babe, me too," the voice replied. "Listen, your friend, she, I mean, that is, I don't want my buddy to be disappointed, if you get my meaning."
"I understand," Marcie said. "Tell you what: Put Don on the phone and he can talk to Marcie, just to resolve all doubts, his and hers. Okay?"
"You got it. Here's Don."
"Hello?" A different male voice, higher and softer.
Helen handed the phone to Marcie.
"Hello," Marcie said, then, unable to resist, adding, "Is this really Don Watson?"
"If it ain't, I sho' took one hell of a beating in his behalf last Sunday," the voice replied, laughing.
"Because if this is Don Watson," Marcie continued, as though she had not heard the reply, "I've got something for him."
"Yeah, baby wha's that?" the voice asked.
"I've got big, firm tits with pink nipples that stick out like thumbs. I've got a big, juicy, hot pink pussy waiting to be crammed by a huge, black cock. And if you're a real good boy," Marcie said, pausing.
"Yes, yes?" the voice at the other end panted.
"If you're a real good boy, I've got a nice, round ass you can let your imagination go wild on," she concluded, grinning at Helen as heavy panting noises came from the phone.
Helen stared at Marcie in shocked disbelief.
Marcie handed her the phone.
"Put Ace back on," Helen said absently.
"I got a man down on the field," the first voice said, laughing. "Better send for a stretcher."
"I know how he feels," Helen replied. "I guess that means we're all set."
"Baby, the combined defense of the whole league couldn't stop us now," the voice enthused. "Much as ah looks fo'ard to seein' you, honey, I gots to have me a ringside seat to this event. Now, if y'all excuse me, I gotta start gettin' ma man here in shape fo' the comin' festivities."
"I know what you mean," Helen replied, her voice full of wonder at what she had just heard. Helen put the phone down, ending the call.
"I don't believe you!" she exclaimed.
"Oh?" Marcie said. "Now who's having doubts?"
"What are you trying to prove?" Helen asked.
"Prove? Why, nothing. I just want to have a good time, that's all. And to do the best I can to see to it that our celebrity friends can't possibly have anything better to do come Sunday night."
Helen stared at her for a long moment.
"You are the calculating one, aren't you?" she asked at last.
"Not me," Marcie said, innocently. "I'm just a brand new college freshman waiting to be shown the way of the world. Can you help me out?"
"From where I sit, kid, it doesn't look like you need any help."
"Not true, not true. I need all I can get. Are you willing?"
"I can't wait to see where this path leads," Helen replied.
"I asked you a question, Helen. Are you willing to help?"
"like I say, I wouldn't miss this for the world. If my help is the price of admission, you got it."
"I think I can make life interesting," Marcie said, matter-of-factly.
"I'm sure you can, after what I just heard," Helen said, her voice still faintly tinged with wonder.
"You know I've got the equipment for it." "No question about that, my dear. You're built for speed."
"Speed and accuracy," Marcie confirmed. "Accuracy?"
"Right. I'm going to do a job on Don's pipes that he won't believe."
"Whoa, babe! Let's not get carried away, here. You don't want to do something like that. We're just out for a good time, remember? You're here to get your rocks off on big, black cock. That's the object of the game.
"Of course, make sure he comes. That's what he's after. That, and high class white society pussy. The last thing you want is to have him get the idea that there's something more than that involved.
"We're using each other. Period."
"I just want to make sure that when I call, he comes running. That is, once I decide that he's got what I want," Marcie said.
"Big talk for somebody who's never had a live cock up her," Helen taunted.
"Yes, Helen," Marcie sighed, "perhaps you're right. Maybe the real thing won't be at all as I've imagined it."
"Oh, now just a second, Marcie," Helen said, anxious not to nip such amazing confidence and enthusiasm in the bud. "It will be every bit as good as you think it will. I promise. That's not what I'm trying to say.
"All I'm trying to do is to keep you from getting involved. The idea is to get as much black cock into yourself as you want. Don't worry about the supply. It's there when you want it, believe me. But be very careful not to carry your fucking over into a relationship.
"Save the romance for our crowd. Remember, you're going to marry a very nice fortune and inherit another, but only if you play your cards right. Here's your chance to have your cock and eat it too. Don't blow it."
"I appreciate the advice, Helen," Marcie said. "Really, I do. But I want to be more than fucked. I want to be appreciated."
"They appreciate, they appreciate," Marcie exclaimed. "Believe me, they appreciate any white pussy they can get their big cocks into. Just don't let any of them get a swelled head about it."
"In other words, what you're saying is that, as long as I'm white upper crust, they're fucking me as a symbol rather than as a person," Marcie said.
"And what, my dear, are you doing with them? You're after that big, long, thick, hot black cock, in a variety of shape, shade, and application technique. You're not after the one specific, ideal dong.
"Because, my dear, if you set out to find it, you just might succeed. And that, as you well know, would never do."
"No, no, you misunderstand me," Marcie said. I said that I want to be appreciated, not that I want to appreciate them, any one or all together, except in a general way. I want the variety and I want the frequency.
"But when I'm done, I want them to know that I wasn't just another piece of ass. I want them to know that what they just had was a unique experience, one which I challenge them to duplicate with anyone else."
"You're playing with fire, Marcie."
"How so? Because I want to make memories?"
"You're not just making memories if you do what you plan. You're making desires. Memories are to be cherished, but desires are something that studs have a habit of acting on."
"You think I don't know what I'm doing, Helen, but you're wrong. I know exactly what I want to do."
"I just don't want you getting into trouble, Marcie. I feel somehow responsible for starting you on this path and I'd feel awful if something went wrong."
"I'm a big girl now, Helen. I can take care of muself."
"I hope you're right about that, kid. If you're wrong, you could end up getting me in trouble, too, you know."
"Would I do that to you, Helen?"
"I don't know, Marcie. Would you?"
"Your problem is that you underestimate me."
"How is that?"
"You think that just because I have no experience, I don't know what I'm doing."
"The thought had occurred," Helen admitted.
"Let's set your mind to rest, Helen. You're going to be able to see me in action, first hand and close up Sunday night."
"That part I can't wait to see," Helen interrupted.
"I know. But what I'm trying to say is that you've got to see me to believe me. And once you do, you'll understand that all your doubts and warnings are for nothing."
"I hope you're right."
"I know I'm right."
"I've got to give you this much," Helen said. "I've never seen anyone with more self-confidence than you." '
"And you never will, either," Marcie replied.
"I'm sure you're right there."
"Tell me something, Helen: Do you think I'm a selfish, self-centered bitch?"
"I sincerely hope so," Helen replied.
They both laughed.
"Let me just say this, Helen, and then we'll drop it: Just from playing with the vibrator and with other girls, I've found that, when it comes to sex, the more you give the greater the pleasure you receive.
"So, when I'm talking about giving somebody a unique experience, I'm also talking about getting pleasure to the max for myself by doing it."
"That seems to make sense," Helen admitted.
"I know you've had a lot more experience than I have, Helen, but based on the little I've done so far, I'm sure I'm on the right track."
"Well," Helen replied, "you couldn't prove it by me. So far, you've taken my pills, my ideas, my tongue, my fingers, and my dating arrangements. I haven't seen much from you by way of giving." "Well, why don't we just take care of that right now," Marcie replied.
"Why Marcie, whatever do you mean?"
"As if you didn't know. Just lay down and I'll do the rest."
Helen lay down on Marcie's bed.
Marcie quickly stripped Helen until she was completely naked, then took off her own clothes.
She grabbed one of Helen's huge breasts in each hand.
"Hey, I like these," Marcie said, kneading them, then licking each nipple carefully.
"Mmmmm," Helen replied, "I like you to like them."
Marcie felt the big boobs go hard as their nipples became erect.
"So I noticed," she said.
Marcie let her tongue travel down the center line of Helen's body, right into the dark, thick bush.
"Here we go," Marcie said, pausing. "Tell me if I'm doing it right."
Helen spread her legs apart and raised them. Marcie spread the lips of Helen's pussy apart, exposing the button of her clit.
"Big event time," Marcie announced.
"Marcie," Helen whispered, as Marcie's tongue touched lightly against the pink button.
Slowly, carefully, rhythmically, Marcie licked, her saliva combining with warm, clear pussy juice which oozed slowly from somewhere inside Helen's drooling cunt.
Then, Marcie suddenly changed pace.
Opening her mouth wide, Marcie plastered her face against the dripping cunt, her tongue never losing contact with the inflamed, engorged clit, even as it slid past and behind it, seeking Helen's hot, undulating depths.
Helen was giving out quiet moans of passion as the hot tongue and working mouth got her worked up into sexual excitement.
"Oh. Oh! Oooh!" Marcie exclaimed, putting a knuckle to her mouth, fearful lest the thin dormitory walls betray them.
Barely able to control herself, Helen pumped her hips forward and back furiously, forcing Marcie's tongue to fuck her deeply at each thrust.
Unable to remain still any longer, Helen wrapped her large, firm thighs around Marcie's head and ground her pelvis against the working face.
"Do it to me," Helen whispered. "Don't stop, not for an instant. Aah. That's it. Ooh, are you getting through to me!"
Marcie's busy tongue never ceased its action, even as the thumb of one hand sought Helen's ass hole, slick with the drool from her hot pussy.
"Aah," Helen sighed, as Marcie's thumb went all the way in.
Marcie revolved her thumb in time to her tongue's licking motion.
"Ooh," Helen moaned, rolling her wide hips so that she could help Marcie's thumb fuck her ass.
When Helen's ample bung had loosened up a little, Marcie pulled her thumb out and replaced it with two fingers.
"Aah," Helen exclaimed, "that's even nicer, Marcie. Ooh, you're going so deep!"
Marcie moved the fingers in wider and wider circles, the pressure against the walls of Helen's rectum sweeping her insides in waves.
Marcie chewed on the lips of Helen's pussy, sucking them into her mouth, then releasing them to give her tongue a renewed shot at the inflamed clit that was its inescapable target.
"You're driving me crazy with pleasure, Marcie," Helen whispered hoarsely.
Marcie jammed the two fingers up Helen's ass with the full force of her arm in fast, repeated strikes. Helen's whole body lurched back at the depth of each plunge, only to eagerly bounce back for more.
Marcie reached her other arm around a busy thigh to grasp one of Helen's huge, engorged boobs, which she squeezed and released in time to her tongue and finger efforts.
"I ... I ... I think I'm losing it, Marcie. I think I'm about to ... to ... coramme," Helen sighed. Marcie could feel powerful flexing action on her tongue and fingers as Helen's automatic reflexes took over.
"Ooh! Here we go!" Helen exclaimed, her thighs pumping wildly, then calming down momentarily, before she whispered, unbelieving, "And here I come again ... and again ... and again!"
Marcie could feel Helen's insides contracting repeatedly as the multiple orgasms shot through her body.
"Aah," Helen said, lying back, arms spread, thighs also spread and slack, "that was the greatest Marcie. Marcie? Marcie? What on earth are you doing?"
Helen craned her head up, trying to see down the length of her body. Marcie did not pause.
Sealing her mouth to the spread, dripping vagina, Marcie sucked the still engorged clit into her mouth. Trapping it between her teeth, she began to chew gently.
Helen lay back on the bed, playing with her own tits, rubbing the nipples until they were hard again, and again raising her thighs, heels in the air above Marcie's busily working head.
"I can't believe this is happening," Helen said.
In reply, Marcie bit gently on the inflamed clit, then polished it vigorously with her tongue.
"Okay, okay, I believe. Ooh, do I!"
Marcie stopped licking, slid her fingers out of Helen's ass, and straddled her face before going back to work on Helen's clit with her tongue.
Without hesitation, Helen's tongue sought the depths of Marcie's vagina, spreading the pussy lips and going deep before locating Marcie's clit.
Soon, Marcie was as inflamed as Helen and they were grinding their faces into each other's crotches as hard as they could, ignoring the roughness of their snatches as their chins and lips came into contact with the damp, coarse hairs.
Hips pumping wildly, Marcie's moving freely in the air, Helen's bouncing up and down on bed springs, they pounded into each other furiously, climaxing from time to time in sudden waves of ecstasy, then going on without stopping, a voyage on the orgasm express.
Finally, after a time in which time itself lost all meaning, they stopped, exhausted.
Marcie dismounted from Helen's face, reversed her body, and lay beside her.
"You are something else, kid," Helen said.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Marcie replied.
"And you've never done this before." Half statement, half question.
"That's right."
"I find that hard to believe, Marcie," Helen said.
"Of course it is, Helen. But it happens to be true."
"You know something, Marcie? I don't think you really need big, black cocks. Anybody this good with a woman should stick to women."
"Helen, darling, you're very sweet," Marcie said, "but don't ever try to tell me what I do or do not need, or it will be the fast end to what could be a very beautiful friendship."
"But I only meant-"
"I know what you meant. You meant that anybody this good with women her first time out can't possibly be that good or better with men.
"Whereas my whole point is that I can be as good with a woman as I am with a vibrator and as good with a man as I am with a woman."
"Now, that I can almost believe," Helen replied. three
It was Sunday.
Marcie and Helen were in their room, seated before the TV.
". . . First and ten on the visitor thirty, folks, in a game that's surprisingly close," the announcer was saying as the dots on the screen lined up against each other.
"Damn!" Helen exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Marcie asked.
"The other team could still win," Marcie replied, biting her nails.
"So what? Our game's not until tonight."
"Marcie, you don't understand macho bullshit. If our guys lose, they won't be worth a shit in the sack."
"I see. You mean there's a connection between their performance on the field and in the sack." "To put it mildly," Helen replied. "I resent that," Marcie said. "You what?"
"You heard me; I resent that." "It's got nothing to do with you," Helen protested.
"Wrong. It's got everything to do with me." "How's that?"
"That's just a silly game. I'm real."
"First of all, Marcie, it's not just a silly game; it's the way these guys make their living, and it's every bit as real to them as you are. Even more. After all, they haven't even met you yet."
"No, but they will. And then that will all change."
"Don't bet on it," Helen said.
"Don't bet against me," Marcie replied.
"No, if I've learned anything in the past two weeks, I've learned that," Helen admitted.
They had alternated beds, sleeping together for the past two weeks, their games becoming wilder and wilder, fingers, tongues and vibrator all coming into play. But, overshadowing their sexual adventures with each other and giving them the special intensity of anticipation was tonight and what they envisioned happening, Helen with the calm assurance of experience, Marcie with a combination of overwhelming self-confidence and vivid imagination.
And Marcie was not about to allow even the possibility of having it screwed up by anything so irrelevant as a football game.
Still, as they sat watching, Marcie found herself wishing it were all over, with Ace and Don victorious. They could lose future games and it would not affect their sexula performance, she reasoned, knowing what was waiting for them that night, win or lose; but since they had not yet been with her, it was natural that the game should be so important to them.
It was probably Helen's fault if they did not perform well after losing, since, by her own admission, Helen did not give her best in bed to them, taking without giving fully in return; but with her, it would be different. She meant to have all the black cock she wanted and she would do what she had to in order to guarantee that, in the mind of the black cocks and the bodies attached to them, she would come first and everything else second.
Yes, black cock was her game and she would make the rules.
Look at that ridiculous Helen over there, she thought. All that gorgeous, sexy equipment and she was agonizing over the outcome of this stupid game on TV, fully prepared to have a disappointing time if the wrong team won.
I may have a lot to learn, Marcie thought, but Helen, Ace, and Don have a lot more. And I'm just the one to do the teaching.
"Whew! That's a relief," Helen exclaimed.
"Pardon?"
"We won, silly. Weren't you watching?"
"I'm sorry, Helen. I guess my mind was somewhere else."
"And I'll bet I can guess just where that is."
"And I'll bet you'd be right," Marcie admitted.
"Well, kiddo, we better break out the douche bags and hit the shower. Big action tonight. Big, black action, that is."
"Crude, but true," Marcie replied.
"How would you know?" Helen taunted.
"That's right, Helen, rub it in. But after tonight, we'll see what I know and don't know, won't we?"
"Yes, we certainly will. I'm almost as excited at getting a chance to see you in action as I am having a big, black pole jammed into my hot, wet pussy."
"I'll try not to disappoint you," Marcie replied. "I'm sure you won't." "Good. That makes two of us." Both of them laughed as they stripped to begin preparing for the evening's festivities.
*****
"There it is, right over there," Marcie said, pointing to the sign in front of the motel.
Helen wheeled into the driveway and went through the arch in front of the office, parking in the rear of the three-storied complex.
"How do you know what room they're in?" Marcie asked.
"Simple. I called ahead and asked for Ace under the name he uses when he comes up to see me. They put me through and he gave me the number."
Marcie patted her hair and leaned over to check her lipstick in the rear view mirror.
"Just making sure I look all right," she explained to an amused Helen.
"You've got a cunt, don't you?" Helen asked.
"That's some attitude you've got, Helen."
"Paleface speak with straight tongue," Helen replied.
"Well, let's see if I can't show you all a better way. Shall we?"
"Oh, let's," Helen agreed, as they got out of the car and locked it.
"It's all the way up top," Helen explained.
They climbed the two flights of concrete stairs, stopping halfway down the upper balcony. Helen knocked lightly. There was no answer, but they could hear a roar from the TV inside.
Helen rapped more loudly and a deep voice from inside shouted, "Just a minute."
The door opened and there he was.
Ace Johnson filled the doorway completely.
He was clad only in a team robe, hood thrown back over the broad shoulders, sash tied loosely at the waist. He was barefoot.
Light tan with close-cropped hair and pencil moustache, bull neck and perfect teeth in a broad smile, he said, "Ladies, please come in."
As they entered, a tall, broad figure, dressed identically to Ace, rose from the edge of the nearer bed, turned down the TV, and came forward.
"Ladies, this is my friend and roomie, Don. And since Helen and I have, ah, met, you must be Marcie."
Marcie extended her hand. Ace bent over it and kissed it, eyes pinned on her face.
Marcie smiled, retrieved her hand, and went over to Don.
Although Ace was a defensive tackle and Don a wide receiver, Don was larger than Ace, due to the team's hiring philosophy that a good big man was better than a good little man, regardless of position.
Don was also darker than Ace, although he had the same, close-cropped hair and no moustache.
Marcie noted that both men were truly huge. She hoped that their equipment was in proportion to the rest of them.
"Why don't you ladies make yourselves comfortable?" Ace invited. "Can I fix you something to drink?"
"I'll have a light beer," Helen said.
"Make mine light, but not too light," Marcie added.
"Tell me something, ladies. Do you drink that shit for the flavor or because it's less filling?"
"Flavor," Marcie said.
"Less filling," Helen exclaimed.
"I've always found the taste of Clydesdale piss irresistible," Marcie stated airily.
"Whereas I, on the other hand, find the urine of the standard quarter horse a boon to the diet," Helen expostulated.
"I can see we're in for quite an evening," Ace said, smiling.
"So it would seem," Don agreed.
"Pardon us while we change," Helen said, reaching over to the sound knob on the TV and turning it back up, directing the men's attention to the west coast game still unfolding on the screen.
Ace and Don sat on the edge of the bed watching the TV as Helen and Marcie took off everything but their stockings and garter belts, their huge breasts bouncing freely.
Thus attired, they sat down with the men, Helen between Ace and Don, Marcie on Don's left, all eyes on the screen action.
Enjoy it, boys, Marcie thought. It's the last time this TV bullshit is going to happen when we're together.
Ace began fondling Helen's breasts absently, eyes glued to the set. Kissing her on a corner of the mouth while still watching the TV with one eye, he whispered, "End of the fourth quarter, darling, and these are the guys we play next week."
"Yeah," Don said, "it's almost over ... there. That's it. What do you think, Ace? They looked pretty tough to me."
So far, Don had not touched Marcie.
"Oh, I dunno, Don," Ace replied, turning off the TV and lying back on the bed with Helen. "I'm pretty sure our defense can hold them to field goal attempts and look to me like you can dance about every other down."
"If you say so, but I-"
"Don, Don, Don. We have guests. Let's not talk shop. Come! A toast to the ladies and to the evening."
Don and Ace stood up, handing bottles of beer to Marcie and Helen, then joining them in drinking out of the same bottles, alternating swigs.
Smiling at Don while passing their bottle back and forth, Marcie thought, And this is the last time you gentlemen will get away with pulling a class act like this.
When they had all finished, Ace stood up, pulling Don up next to him and announced, "Ladies, the beef of the evening!"
Ace and Don removed their robes, revealing that they had nothing underneath them.
Helen gasped in open admiration.
Marcie said nothing.
They were just exactly as she had imagined them to be. Both men were still limber, their meat hanging down, thick, long, and dark, the circumcised tip lighter than the rest of the smooth, veined rod, as it rested, looking huge and dangerous, even in repose, on its bed of large, hanging balls.
Ace and Don stood there, letting the girls admire their huge dongs and their muscular bodies for a long moment.
Then, as though at a signal, both men moved forward, groins opposite the faces of the women seated on the end of the bed nearest the TV.
As Don's monster filled Marcie's vision, she saw Helen, out of the corner of her eye, reach for Ace's equipment and put the tip in her mouth.
Marcie did the same with Don.
This is different from the dildo, she thought. It's warmer and the surface more textured and yielding. It's also softer ... no, there! Now it's every bit as firm as the dildo's tip. And now it's just the same size and shape, like a plum. But the rod behind it! There's no comparison. It has this firm, warm skin and live veins with a pulse! And now that he's up, it's ever so much longer! And these balls! Oh, I could play and play with them! Now they're sliding through my fingers, now they're resting in the palm of my hand. Look how far forward I can bring them! Look how far this way and that!
Helen's thigh was rubbing against Marcie's thigh as she was working on Ace just as Marcie was stimulating Don, and with similar results.
Don pulled away, his shaft thick, long, and throbbing upright, glistening with saliva.
"I think it's bedtime," he said hoarsely.
Ace got on the bed and Helen lay beside him.
Don and Marcie moved to the other bed.
Marcie went back to work on Don's cock at once, taking it into her mouth as far as it would go-Don was content to lie there on his side, Marcie below him on her side, his cock firmly planted in her mouth.
Marcie thought, He's lying there, getting a blow job that's just like any one of hundreds, maybe even thousands, that he's already had, from women coast to coast. What can I do to improve it, to make this part of this night extra special?
Marcie had one hand draped over Don's hip, resting on one huge buttock which rolled smoothly, rhythmically back and forth as Don fucked her in the mouth with a slow, lazy back and forth motion.
Slowly, Marcie drew her head back from the thick shaft, watching hungrily as the bulbous tip emerged. Back at you real soon, friend, she thought.
She rolled Don onto his stomach, simply by pulling on the ass cheek she was grasping.
Marcie spread Don's huge legs apart, admiring the bulging calves, the massive thighs, and the large, smooth, brown mounds of his buttocks, with the deep crack from which the sack of balls seemed to issue.
Marcie spread the cheeks of Don's ass, exposing the puffy pucker of his ass hole, deep between the twin mounds.
She stared at the large, dark star a moment.
Then, without hesitation, she buried her face in his ass, her mouth open.
Her tongue was all over his ass hole, rimming him with its flickering tip.
She chewed on the puffy star, its rubbery sections giving beneath the soft bites of her teeth.
And then, it was time to get serious.
She hardened the muscle of her tongue, forcing the tip into the opening of his ass hole, jamming it in with the full weight of her head and neck.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the round, tight muscle relaxed.
Don moaned and he raised his hips as the hot, wet tongue penetrated into his rectum.
Not content with mere penetration, Marcie moved her tongue around, enlarging the ass hole, spreading the star, opening him up.
Don rolled his hips, ecstatic with the voluptuous sensations coursing through him like electricity, the tingling charge always delightful, always from the same origin, but zapping his insides in different directions as Marcie's tongue changed course in its rotation inside his rectum.
"Oh, man! Nevah had nuthin' like this mah whole life," he whispered aloud to himself.
And you never will again, unless you play your cards right, Marcie thought.
When Don began to pump his ass on her face, to get a more radical in and out motion of her tongue, Marcie drew her head back, letting her tongue travel down toward the heavy, dangling balls.
She weighed each one separately on the tip of her tongue, bouncing it up and down.
Then, grasping the sack of balls in her hand and bringing it up and back, she took both of them into her open mouth, closing her lips.
Marcie made a soft, humming noise with her vocal cords, feeling the big balls resonate with the sound. She varied the pitch and volume, the balls responding nicely.
Don began imitating the hum, following Marcie's changes by a split second, tuned in to her by the delicious sensations in his balls.
Then, Marcie turned him back over.
His huge dick flopped stiffly erect as he went onto his back.
Marcie covered it immediately with her mouth, forcing it deep into her throat.
Now, she thought, here's where I show you that the Boy Scouts aren't the only ones who know how to "Be Prepared".
Kneeling between Don's legs as they were spread flat on the bed, his cock deep into her throat, Marcie, reached behind herself, feeling for her own ass hole.
Slowly, carefully, she let the undissolved remains of a glycerine suppository glide into the palm of her hand, dropping it into the waste basket beside the bed.
Then, straddling Don's mid-section, facing him, she lowered herself, squatting until her ass touched the tip of the huge erection.
She reached back and guided it into her slippery ass hole and slid down the thick, throbbing pole, feeling its hugeness fill her rectum.
Don's eyes went wide with surprise.
Feeling the tight, uniform grip the entire length of his dick, he knew at once what had happened.
"You gave me your ass!" he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.
Marcie smiled at him from her perch on his flagpole.
Then, she leaned forward slowly, rocking from her feet to her knees as her body went forward on top of him.
Finally, her body and his were in full contact.
Don could feel her large breasts flatten against his solar plexus, her head resting on his chest.
Slowly, carefully, Marcie began to rock up and down, the merry-go-round pole sliding all the way in, then half way out as she scooted up and down on him in small, gentle tree climbing movements.
When they started to pick up speed, Marcie braced herself with her hands on either side of Don, arms full length, palms flat on the bed, improving the angle to allow for still more rapid motion.
Faster and faster she rode the huge pole, bouncing her ass in longer, faster strokes.
Now Don was groaning in ecstasy.
He grabbed Marcie's ample hips with his hands and helped her bounce, slightly lifting and lowering her in time with her own efforts, so that it seemed to both of them that she was floating weightless above him as her ass devoured his throbbing cock.
It also seemed to both of them that they were in perfect control.
But soon, they were disillusioned as deep within herself, Marcie felt the thick, hot surges of Don's orgasm jetting into her.
When Marcie felt the last reflex of Don's monster, she let the still stiff erection ooze out of her, saying, "Wait there. Don't move. I'll be right back."
Ignoring the melting come that began drooling from her distended ass hole, Marcie brought soap, a washcloth, and a towel from the bathroom.
As Don lay there, she cleaned him thoroughly, as though he were a baby being changed.
"This is just unbelievable," she heard him murmur.
She thought, You ain't seen nuthin' yet.
Marcie threw everything she had just used onto the floor and took the now flaccid black cock into her mouth. She rolled it around, pressing it to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, then sucking it.
Alternately pressing and sucking while playing with his balls, she soon developed a lazy hard-on from the groggy but rapidly reawakening beast.
Marcie grunted with satisfaction as the head of the monster once again turned bulbous and the shaft grew too large to fit its entirety into her mouth.
Now she traversed the outside of the renewed organ, gnawing gently in a corn on the cob motion until it was almost as hard as it had been the first time around.
Marcie had been thoroughly aroused by their action from the very first and she had not yet climaxed, even though her pussy was drooling with sexual excitement.
Now, she squatted over Don's middle once again and the event she had been planning for two weeks actually happened, fulfilling her expectations exactly.
As her hot, wet cunt slipped over the massive black pole, she sighed with pleasure, laying prone on top of Don, full length.
Don could no longer remain passive.
He put his arms around her and rolled them over, so that now he was on top.
He grabbed her ankles, one at a time, and threw them over his shoulders. Then, reaching around the outsides of her thighs, he grasped her shoulders.
"And now, babe, we gon' ride!" he exclaimed.
He began pumping her in long, slow strokes, the thrusts of his hips restrained, controlled.
Quickly, he accelerated, the strokes coming faster and faster, more and more powerful.
"Give it to me, give it to me," Marcie panted, locomotive-like.
Her encouragement caused Don to redouble his efforts and Marcie experienced a fresh thrill each time he pounded into her.
On and on they rode, Don's head bending forward periodically to suck on Marcie's nipples, miniature erections all their own.
Finally, as it had done before, the throbbing spurts surprised them-both of them, this time. So close was Marcie's climax to Don's orgasm that at first, she thought she alone was coming.
When she realized that he was also coming, the thought threw her into such ecstasy that she experienced a fresh climax at each heavy spurt.
It was only after they were both spent and they had rolled apart that they realized that Ace and
Helen had been standing there watching them.
"You two sure put on one hell of a show!" Ace exclaimed.
"I'll say!" Helen agreed.
"Thanks," Marcie replied. "We enjoyed it ourselves. Right, Don?"
Don lay there, not moving, his expression glazed.
Ace could not help himself. He broke up with laughter at Don's expression.
"The boy is pussy-whipped!" Ace exclaimed, howling. "Never thought ah'd see the day."
Don rolled his head to look at Ace and Helen beside him, her boobs huge and pendulous.
"Just savorin' the moment, mah man, just savo-rin' the moment," Don said, quietly.
"Glad you liked it," Helen said, dryly. "Come on, honey, time were running along."
Marcie started for the bathroom.
"Wait," Don said, sitting up. "Please."
"What?" Helen asked.
"It's just, just, I don't know how to put it. Just, well, I don't want it to end just yet," Don said, as though not understanding it himself.
"Hey, man, the chicks got to go," Ace said. "You know that, bro'. "
"Yeah, you right. I guess."
"Hey, next week is another time, right?"
"Promise?" Don asked. four
"You were something else last night, Marcie," Helen said.
"Oh? like what?"
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, I do. Do you think I overdid it?"
Helen rolled her eyes upward.
"Just a little," she replied.
"Anyhow, I thought we were going to at least spend the night with them."
"Honey, after what you did to Don, he was out of action for the whole weekend."
"I know. That's why I agreed to leave with you."
"Good thinking, kiddo."
"Besides, it took us a good two hours just to get you cleaned up."
Marcie had to admit it. She had been a real mess last night. She and Helen took a shower at the motel before they left.
Helen, who had gotten her rocks off with Ace using her usual technique of fast, driving, normal sex, which consisted of pumping as much hard, hot, big, black cock into her cunt as fast as possible, cleaned herself up with a washcloth there and a shower and douche when they returned to the dorm.
Marcie, however, was leaking from her ass hole all the way home and didn't stop even after they had showered and douched.
"How much did he shoot into you?" Helen asked.
"About a quart and a half, judging from the way this stuff keeps running out of me."
Helen sighed and got an enema kit from a drawer.
"That's why I don't let them fuck me in the ass on the first round," Helen explained.
"But I thought that they had to be really hard to be able to do that and I wasn't sure about Don's recovery powers."
"Been reading sex manuals, have you?" Helen asked.
"I get important information from wherever I can," Marcie replied.
"Well, you don't have to worry about these guys," Helen said. "Unless, of course, you pull a stunt like the one last night."
"Sorry. Won't happen again."
"Hey, it's no skin off me. I'm just saying we could have had a good time longer if you'd stayed cool."
"Assuming that's what I wanted to do," Marcie said.
"Yes, assuming that. Did you do what you wanted to do?"
"Yes, I did. We'll see if it worked when you arrange next weekend. And this time, I'll make it last."
"Up to you. As this entire affair seems to be.
"Now, turn over, sweet cheeks. Time to clean out your sewer."
Marcie got on the bed naked as Helen filled the rubber bag with hot water and connected a long hose to it.
Spreading the cheeks of Marcie's ass with the fingers of one hand, exposing the pink, puffy star in the center, she carefully inserted the plastic nozzle tip.
"Okay, honey, here we go," Helen said.
Marcie felt the warm water flowing into her and the pressure building within her. She found the sensation oddly pleasant and exciting.
"Hey, I like this," she said.
"Of course. You're in the hands of an expert," Helen replied.
When about half the bag was empty, Helen closed the clamp on the hose.
"Okay, Marcie. Hold your cheeks together, get up, and move that around a little. When you can't hold it any longer, make your dash."
Marcie got up, hands on her buttocks, holding them together.
"I don't think I can hold it, Helen."
"Yes you can. Just keep that ass squeezed together. And move."
Marcie did a slow, awkward bump and grind, holding her ass tightly shut.
"That's it," Helen encouraged. "Slosh that water all around inside you."
"Easier said than done," Marcie replied through gritted teeth as she dashed into the bathroom and flopped her ass heavily onto the toilet seat.
"Aah! Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is," she exclaimed as her insides gushed their contents into the toilet.
She flushed, wiped and flushed again.
"What are you doing?" Marcie asked as Helen stood at the sink, refilling the rubber bag.
"We'll do it once more, for insurance."
"Suits me fine," Marcie said, flopping eagerly onto the bed.
"Oh? Think you'd like water sports?"
"Maybe. Maybe I could train some big, black stud to do it just right. Maybe I could have an enema at the same time as I'm getting fucked. Maybe-"
"Here we go again," Helen said, interrupting her.
"Oooh! That feels sooo nice!"
Marcie actually became sexually aroused as she felt the warm flow and the pressure building again.
This time, she had better control, knowing what to expect. She was able to clamp her ass shut with the sphincter muscle of her bung and only one hand.
Around and around the room she danced, her awkward but sexy gyrations getting Helen excited.
"You weren't planning on sleeping alone tonight, were you?" Helen asked. . "Of course not," Marcie replied, dashing back to the toilet.
Again she gushed from her ass. But when she was done this time, she stood up and looked into the bowl.
"Oh, good," she said. "It's perfectly clear. Unless, of course, you want to do it again."
"I'm not too thrilled, standing here naked and watching you drive the porcelain bus all night," Helen replied.
"I can understand that," Marcie empathized. "Let's just take another shower and then go to bed."
"I'm all for that."
That was last night.
Now, getting ready for class, Helen said, "I'm not too sure I can make next weekend, Marcie." "Oh? And why not?"
"Well, I thought I might go home for the weekend."
"I see. This seems rather sudden, Helen."
"Well, yes, I suppose it is.
"But Mother is the chairperson for the charity ball this year. You know, the one that's held at Thanksgiving? And you know Mother. A great heart but hardly one for details, so I did promise to give her a hand."
"The charity ball," Marcie exclaimed. "I forgot all about it. What a drag. I suppose you'll be busier and busier as the big day approaches."
"Of course," Helen replied. "And so will you, my dear. Remember, attendance of our crowd is mandatory."
"Dammit!" Marcie shouted. "I've always despised that wretched affair. But of course, good old what's-his-face will ask me and of course I will accept."
"Of course," Helen said. "Don't worry, though. Ace and Don will be around when we get back here."
"And meanwhile?"
"Meanwhile, my dear, I'm afraid you're on your own."
"What about this weekend? Remember, you promised."
"Promises are made to be broken. I know that Ace is mature enough to accept that. I was going to call him Wednesday or so and cancel."
"No, don't do that."
"I don't understand, Marcie."
"I'll keep the date. For both of us."
Helen looked at Marcie a long moment.
"You know," she said at last, "I believe you could."
*****
The first two days of the week passed slowly for Marcie.
The school work went well. Her freshman courses were easy and she had almost no homework. This was good in one way and bad in another. On the one hand, she had no academic worries; on the other, the situation with Ace and Don preyed on her mind.
Walking back from her last class of the day, she encountered Helen, also on her way to the dorm.
"Helen, I think that we should call Ace and tell him about the revised plan for this weekend."
"That sounds like a very good idea, Marcie. Why don't you handle it?"
"Gladly, just give me Ace's number."
"Before I do that, there's a few things I had better explain."
"Shoot. I'm listening."
"Okay, here goes.
"Rule one is that you don't give them your number or let them know who you are or anything else about your personal life.
"Rule two is don't get involved with them. You meet, you do your thing, and you split.
"I know, I know, I've said it before, and I mean it. You get involved, you've got problems that won't quit.
"Rule three is directly related to rule two. Don't let it happen too often. Getting to be a habit is just one more way of getting involved."
"Is that all, teacher?" Marcie asked.
"That's about it. Be careful, remember Helen's rules, and stay out of trouble. And do not forget the pill."
"Okay, teach. Weil do it your way."
"It's not my way, Marcie. It's just the way things have to be."
"Whatever," Marcie replied. "Just give me the number."
Back in their room, Helen wrote it down for Marcie.
"Thanks, Helen."
"You're entirely welcome. Just one word of advice, Marcie. Don't call them until Wednesday. When you do, talk to Ace, not Don. Even though they're room mates, Ace is my main cock."
"You mean, you've never been fucked by Don?"
"No, I haven't. For one thing, he's fairly new to the team. For another, I do have other sources."
"My, that sounds mysterious, Helen. Anything you'd care to share?"
"Greedy little cunt, aren't we?" Helen asked, laughing..
"If it's too much trouble, Helen, just forget I asked."
"And touchy, too. Seriously, Marcie, how much do you think you can handle?"
"Maybe that's what I want to discover," Marcie responded.
"Well, why don't we just see what develops 'after this weekend. Who knows? Maybe this experience will sour you on the whole idea."
"I doubt that," Marcie replied.
"So do I, Marcie. Tell you what: Next week, if all goes well, I'll let you in on my other way of getting black cocks. Deal?"
"Deal," Marcie replied. "And I can hardly wait."
"I'd really feel a lot better about this if you'd let me simply cancel this week end, Marcie."
"Forget it, darling. If you're out of town, I'm out of town. The game this week is on Saturday, right? That means that instead of just a Sunday into Monday all-nighter, I can be with them for almost two whole days."
"My, my, we are the calculating one."
"Damn right. And don't you forget it."
"Honey you're becoming more unforgettable by the minute," Helen said, shaking her head.
"That's part of the plan too, my dear."
"Not to change the subject, but where are we eating tonight?" Helen asked.
"Let's go to a imagine restaurant, for a change. The food in the cafeteria makes me want to gag."
"I couldn't agree more, Marcie."
*****
Helen had hoped that dining out would take Marcie's mind off the coming weekend. Calling early in the week was bad form, she felt. And with Ace, she wanted to be his cool and distant, if warm and passionate, something special.
Still, she was canceling out, and that was about as cool and distant as it gets.
Thus, when Marcie got antsy, as Helen knew she would, she was neither surprised nor upset when Marcie, closing a schoolbook, kept tapping her carefully manicured nails on the telephone.
"What do you think, Helen? Should I give Ace a call?"
"If I say no, would you stab me with a nail file?" Helen asked, grinning.
"Yes," Marcie said simply.
Marcie dialed the number, seated on the edge of her bed, foot tapping impatiently while it rang.
Finally, Ace answered.
"Ace?"
"You got it. Who is this?" "It's Marcie. You remember. Helen's friend." Ace laughed and laughed, finally recovering himself.
"Yes," he said, "I vaguely recall someone by that name."
Not in the least put off by his laughter or his response, Marcie said, "I've got good news and bad news for you, Ace."
"Well, why don't you let me have the bad news first?"
"Okay, here goes: Helen can't make it this weekend."
"All right, I guess I can survive that. Now, how about the good news?"
"The good news is that I can."
"Well, now, I reckon Don will be mighty glad to hear that. And I hope you and him have a fucking ball."
"No, no, that's not what I meant."
"'Fraid I don't get it, babe."
"What I meant was, well, first of all, is Don there now?"
"No, he isn't. Matter of fact, I can tell you where he is and don't tell him I told you.
"First of all, you must be one hell of a piece of ass. He ain't stopped talking about you since you and Helen left us at the motel.
"Where he is, is out buyin' you somethin', but I don't know what. He just said he gotta get you somethin' extra special."
"If it's an engagement ring, tell him to forget it," Marcie said, joining Ace in a chuckle.
"I don't think it's gone that far," Ace said, "but you close. Mighty close."
"Then what I'm calling you for should solve any misunderstanding along those lines," Marcie said.
"Thass good," Ace responded. "What's up?" "I was thinking of a threesome ... you, me, and Don."
"Hot damn! You talkin' my language now, doll!"
"I thought I might be," Marcie said coolly.
"You just leave everything in the hands of the master, doll. No need to even get Don involved in this little plan. Ole Ace gon' take care of it all. Same time, same place, Saturday night."
"Win, lose, or draw?" Marcie asked.
"Contrary to what you might have heard about ball players, I never mix business with pleasure. Tell you the truth, I had you on mah mind since I saw what you did with Don. Or was it to him?"
They both laughed again.
"Then we're all set?" Marcie asked.
"Count on it," Ace replied.
"You heard?" Marcie asked, hanging up.
"I heard," Helen said. "Good luck." "You sure this is where you wsant to go?" the cabbie asked.
"Yes, it is. Why?" Marcie replied.
"Well, it's just that this motel is kind of isolated."
"It's okay. I'm meeting someone."
Marcie paid off the cabbie in the parking lot, away from the office, walked around to the back, and climbed the stairs to the upper deck.
Ace and Don were in the same room as last time.
She knocked and Ace threw the door open.
He was completely naked and so was Don.
"Hi, babe," Ace said. "We're all ready for you."
"So I see. Hello, Don. Miss me?"
Don, lying on the bed watching TV, reached over and shut it off.
"Sure did, honey," he replied. "I even went out and got you a little something. It's not much, but I hope you like it."
He handed her a gift-wrapped box.
Marcie opened it, to reveal a bottle of mineral oil.
"Why, thank you, Don. It's lovely, and I just know it will come in handy. In fact, why don't you help me with it?"
Marcie undressed completely, got onto the bed on knees and elbows, her pink pucker in the air.
Don got on the bed behind her, opened the bottle, and poured some on one thick finger.
He stuck the finger right into Marcie's ass hole, twirling it around, loosening her bung. Marcie rocked back and forth on the finger, rolling her hips and humming tunelessly, eyes closed.
"Loose as a goose, babe," Don said. "Makes it easier on everybody."
"Give me another finger, sweetheart," Marcie said, "You got it, babe," Don replied.
He put in the finger next to the first and twirled both.
"Aha! That's ever so much nicer," Marcie exclaimed.
Ace, who had become fully aroused watching, sat facing Marcie at the head of the bed, legs spread, his prong touching her face.
Marcie took the bulbous head of his monster into her mouth.
She sucked the head like a lollipop for a minute or so, before letting the shaft slide into her mouth, its thickness almost dislocating her jaw.
Marcie let her neck muscles go slack, relaxing her throat, letting the huge dong slide in until her nose grazed Ace's muscular abdomen.
Don pulled his fingers out of her ass, coated his cock with oil from the bottle, and quickly shoved it into her hot, eager rectum.
His pumping action inspired her to redouble her efforts on Ace's rampant beast, her head pumping up and down like a piston engine.
At last, she pulled her head away from the stiff staff so that she could speak.
"I've just got to have this big, black pole inside my pussy," she said.
"You got it, sugar," Ace said. "Ease on out that tail jussa sec, bro'. I'll get flat on the bottom, then let the chick squat on my ramrod, then y'all can get back to doin' what you doin', okay?"
"Teamwork is the name of the game," Don replied.
Don drew his slippery cock out of Marcie's ass.
Ace scooted beneath her and Marcie squatted on top of him, her cunt wet with her own juices and with the mineral oil that ran down from her dripping bung. Ace's cock slid into her vagina as if it had eyes.
"Okay, buddy," Ace said, "Now for a little teamwork."
Marcie lay atop him, knees on either side of his legs, and leaned forward until only the round, engorged tip of his dick was inside her wet pussy.
Don got behind her, his knees outside hers, and stuck his long, thick, hot, black pole with its ruddy pink tip back into Marcies eager rectum.
When he was all the way in, Marcie pushed her hips down, forcing Ace's erection all the way into her pussy.
The two huge, hot pricks inside her filled her with ecstasy and she was content to lay there, unmoving, doubly impaled, for a long moment.
Ace started pumping from underneath and Don from behind.
They went very slowly at first, then started picking up speed. Marcie, sandwiched in between them, found that she could just relax, riding the waves of their passion as her own increased in response to the ride they were giving her.
Her only regret was that Helen was not there to see this. An audience would have added just the right little added touch.
At first, Don and Ace made no attempt to coordinate their thrusts, each doing whatever the urging of his rising passion dictated.
It was probably Ace who first got the idea of making the motion a team effort.
He began matching Don thrust for thrust. When Don plunged forward, Ace shoved up. They continued this way for a while, going faster and faster.
Then Ace, feeling that it would end too soon this way, began alternating with Don, waiting for Don to push first, then shoving up and in as Don bounced back.
Perfecting his technique, Ace began alternating the two actions, together for a while, then alternating, then back again.
But the two studs had too much urge for their powers of control and soon, all too soon for the three of them, the jism began to pump its hot, thick spurts into Marcie from two directions at the same time, the fluid touching off orgasm after orgasm for Marcie, until they stopped.
The men waited until their rock-hard pricks began to soften a little before they slid out of Marcie's hot, dripping orifices.
The three of them lay in a heap, the sweat of passion drying on their relaxed bodies.
Ace was the first to speak.
"Was I right or was I right?" he asked.
"You were sure right, bro', " Don replied.
"Marcie, I tole him before you showed up that he was gonna have a time like he nevah had in his whole life, last Sunday included."
"I could have told him that," Marcie said.
"Gal, you somethin' else," Ace said. "If the team had that kinda confidence, couldn't nobody stop us."
"Oh, I don't know," Marcie replied. "You guys don't .do too badly. Four years league champs, and I don't even follow the game and I know that."
"Yeah, babe, but we got the bruises to show for it," Ace said.
"Well, I'll just have to do my bit to see that the pain goes away," Marcie said.
"You doin' your fair share so far," Don said.
"Hey, I like to be appreciated, fellows."
"Well we gon' show you jus' how much we appreciate you, you just stick around a while." This from Don.
"I'm yours for the whole weekend, guys."
"I heard that," Ace and Don said, together.
"But first, a shower," Marcie announced. "Ladies first?"
"You got it," Ace said.
"Unless, of course you need help," Don added.
"I think I can manage, guys. Thanks all the same, but let's not get carried away. Remember, it's going to be a long weekend. Oh, by the way, did you win today?"
Ace and Don looked at each other, puzzled.
"I dunno, Don. Did we win?"
"Beats the hell out of me, Ace. We must have, though. Otherwise, I'm sure the coach would have said something."
"Oh, you clowns," Marcie laughed, heading for the shower. five
"Well, Marcie, how was your weekend?" Helen asked.
"Great! How was yours?"
"I'm just about high-classed out."
"Mama is still stuffy?"
"That's putting it mildly. For a charity ball, she sure wasn't too charitable with the invitations. "
"I take it the ball will be lily-white?"
"More than that. The guest list reads like the wasp top 500."
"Well, lets see. You could come with Ace and I'll go with Don," Marcie said.
"Oh, right. And after our families disown us, we can always marry them."
"Hah! Even if they were willing, that's the last thing on my mind right now, Helen."
"But Marcie, I thought you liked them."
"I like the same thing you do, Helen. Big, black cock."
"And lots of it," Helen concluded.
"Damn straight.
"And speaking of black cock, you must be starved for it, after your weekend in high society."
"Oh, I managed," Helen replied.
"How? Oh, that's right. You were going to tell me about other sources, weren't you?"
"Well, I don't know. You seem to be doing pretty well with Don and Ace."
"Oh, don't get me wrong. They're very nice guys, but I think I've pretty well explored their full possibilities."
"There, you see? Now you've got the right idea, Marcie. Variety. That's what counts."
"I always thought that was the case. You're the one who was going to restrict my diet of black cock, remember?"
"I was just trying to get you started on a safe and reasonable basis, Marcie."
"But I don't want safe and reasonable, Helen. I want adventure."
"Do you really mean that, Marcie?"
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't."
"You've no idea what it does to me to hear you say what I've been thinking ever since I grew tits," Helen said.
"Great. So we've got twin brains. Now tell me how I can play the game."
"Okay," Helen said, "but remember, Marcie, you asked for whatever comes out of this."
"Fine with me," Marcie replied.
"Okay, kid, you got it. Help me unpack the rest of my bags. What we're looking for is someplace in one of them."
They were in their room at the dorm.
It was Sunday night and they had both just returned, Helen from down state and Marcie from the motel, where she had left Ace and Don happily drained but eager for more very soon.
"Is this what you're looking for?" Marcie asked, pulling out several porno newspapers.
"Yes, that's them all right."
"I don't follow you. You get your kicks out of reading this trash?"
Helen laughed.
"Not exactly, Marcie. Here, I'll show you."
Helen opened one of the papers to a section of personal ads.
"Here you go. Read this one."
Marcie read aloud, "'Gorgeous white brunette desires big black cocks, twelve inches or better. Photo evidence and phone gets me. Reply GW1000.'"
Marcie looked at Helen.
"It works, kiddo, that's all I can say," Helen said.
"What works? I mean, how?"
"Oh. It's quite simple, really. They send their replies to the newspaper and the newspaper forwards them to me."
"How many do you get?"
Helen took a large, manila envelope from the bottom of the suitcase and dumped the contents onto the bedspread.
"Here," she said, "take your pick."
Marcie gasped at the pile of photographs, some of naked black men, some just of black cocks, which covered the bed.
"You got all those from that ad?"
"Well, that's just what I got from one week in three papers. I keep my full collection hidden at home."
"Taking a chance, aren't you?" "Not much. They're very well hidden. And all I keep are the photos with first name and phone on the back. You should see some of the love letters these ass holes write. Makes me want to puke."
"I can imagine."
"No, you can't. But I guess you want to find that out first hand."
Marcie picked up handfuls of the photos, examining each of them in intimate detail as quickly as possible before going on to the next, greedily devouring all that black meat with her eyes.
"Some of this stuff is really nice," she said.
"You've no idea just how nice," Helen agreed.
"I'm pissed off at you," Marcie said.
"I know. For holding out on you, right?"
"Damn right, Helen. I mean, after all we've done to and with each other, how could you?"
"I must admit, it was an effort. But I had to be sure you'd go through with it. You know, not chicken out at the last minute?"
"What an insult!" Marcie exclaimed, her voice incredulous.
"Just remember, kid, you've got me to thank for Ace and Don."
"You're not satisfied with just them, so why should I be?" Marcie asked.
"But one thing at a time, Marcie."
"Honey, I want as many "things" at a time as I can handle," Marcie replied.
"Hey, I believe you. Now."
"I've got an idea," Marcie said.
"Let's have it," Helen replied, her voice apprehensive.
"Have you done anything with this batch of replies yet?"
"No. I haven't had a chance. These went to my post office box back home. My "date" this weekend was a nooner I set up from my ad a couple of weeks ago."
"How about if I pick some from these? I mean, you don't want them all for yourself, do you?"
"Tell you what, Marcie. You just help yourself to anything you want from these."
"Thanks," Marcie said.
She picked up a bunch of the photos in both hands.
"Gosh, I don't know where to begin, Helen."
"Oh, I've worked out an excellent technique. It's just like a beauty contest.
"You just pick up a dozen or so and pick out the one you like best. Then, you pick up another bunch and pick the best one from that. Then, you hold the semi-finals. Divide your picks into three groups, then pick the best from each.
"Now, you've got three finalists. Pick the best of the best and the first runner-up. The other guy is the second runner-up. That's just in case Mr. Lucky isn't home when you call.
"That's the hard part. They get just one chance.
And no leftovers allowed. You toss the whole group once you've made contact with one."
"But I thought you kept some?"
"Only those with whom I've made contact. That way, I've got a squad of elite, prime, black cock, for those interested in repeats."
"And are they?"
"I haven't ever given them the chance. There's just too much to choose from out there."
"Then I guess I'd better get started," Marcie said.
Marcie picked up a small batch of photos.
"Oh, Helen, look at this one!"
"Let's see ... oh, my. That is nice."
"Yes, and the face isn't too bad, either. He looks young."
"So what? That monster is all that counts."
"Well, he's sure got one."
"Yes, indeed. Winner from that batch?"
"Right," Marcie agreed.
She picked up the next group.
"Oh, this one's got big everything!" Marcie said, passing a picture to Helen.
"Bodybuilder, obviously," Helen said.
"Except for the part you can't build."
"You got that right."
"Okay, candidate number two," Marcie said, setting that one aside, along with her first selection.
In the next batch, she selected no one. "What's wrong?" Helen asked. "Nothing at all. They're very nice, but none come up to the first two I picked." Helen laughed.
"Already you're getting particular."
"Wrong, Helen. I always have been very particular. I never let myself get carried away completely. "
"Pardon me, Miss Particular. I do stand corrected. "
"Well, don't let it happen again," Marcie said, putting on a crabby face.
Then, they both laughed.
Marcie picked up the remaining photos.
"Hm, hm, hm," she said. "I don't really see ... oh, my. Check this one, Helen."
"Oh, yes. If that's really him. Looks a little like a model."
"You could be right. So what? Models get urges, too, don't they?"
"Yes, but they're usually gay, aren't they?"
"I wouldn't know about that."
Helen shrugged.
"Hey, give it a shot," Helen said. "At least, you've got three candidates."
"So I do," Marcie agreed.
"Carry on," Helen encouraged. "You're doing very well, so far."
"Thanks. Now, let me see."
Marcie looked' at the three pictures, side by side, before picking up the first and looking at it carefully.
Slender but smoothly muscled, hair cropped very close, the smile revealing perfect, white teeth, the light-skinned youth sported very heavy equipment for his size, the cock hanging long and thick, the bulbous tip tilting slightly outward, its pinkness in sharp contrast to the darkness of the shaft.
"Yes, indeed," Marcie murmured. "You will definitely do."
She laid that one back down on the bed and picked up the second.
In a full double biceps pose, three quarter turn, with full erection, highlights gleaming off the oiled muscles of his torso, grinning confidently, the huge black stud stared slightly down at her.
"This one looks like a real pile driver," Marcie said, setting that picture back down beside the first one.
She picked up the third one.
Medium complexion, medium build, but in perfect shape and without any marks or imperfections, the face handsome by any standard, he was seated on a bench against a blank wall, balls resting in his lap, huge prong rising halfway to his chest.
"Not only is he gorgeous, he looks like he's able to give himself a blow job," Marcie said, passing it to Helen, who took a closer look than she had done before.
"Yes," Helen replied, "he's definitely good for a party, if he's for real."
"Oh, he's for real, all right. I just hope this is really his name and number. Disappointment like that I don't need."
Helen shrugged.
"Does seem too good to be true, doesn't it?" Helen asked. "I mean, what does something like that have to bother with something like this for?"
Helen held up one of the papers that had her ad.
"Look who's talking," Marcie said.
Helen looked at her a long moment.
"You know, you're right. The only thing is the lighting. It looks like the work of a professional photographer," Helen replied.
"Yes, it does," Marcie agreed. "But if he happens to be a model, why not have the picture taken by a pro photographer?"
"I never thought of that," Helen admitted, "but it certainly makes a lot of sense."
"Of course it does, Helen."
"Fine. Now that you've got your candidates, which one is the winner."
"All three," Marcie replied, without hesitation.
"All three?" Helen asked. "But I thought.
"I know what you thought, dear," Marcie said. "But think again. Look. I want to run my own ads, but that takes time. So meanwhile, why should I limit myself?"
"Hey, you do as you please," Helen said. "But you'd better be a little careful, too. My selection method is a little like a safety valve. Cuts down on the risk, you know. If you want my opinion, three from the same group is really pushing your luck."
"I mean to push my luck, Helen. Otherwise, where's the adventure, the kicks, you know?"
"Oh, I know, Marcie. But I think that it's possible to have a good time and still be a little careful too."
"Maybe so, kid, but I want it all."
"I hope you get it, Marcie. I really do. So what's next?"
"Obviously, I want to make arrangements with one of them. And I don't want to wait all the way to the end of the week, either."
"Why Marcie. You mean you'd fuck on a school night?"
"For cocks like these, I'd fuck on a school day. In a classroom. With the class in session."
Helen laughed.
"I get the picture," she said.
"You think I'm exaggerating?" Marcie asked, pausing for Helen's reply. "Because I am, you know," she continued.
Helen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Had you going for a minute there, didn't I?" Marcie asked, laughing.
"Hey, kid, the way things have been going, with you I can never be sure," Helen said.
"That's right, Helen, you never can."
"So you're going to call one of them for a date this week."
"That's right. See? Look at this guy's number. He's right here in town."
"Marcie, that's a little close to home. He doesn't look that old, either. He might even be a student here. Remember, we can't have any of these guys find out who we really are."
"I know that, Helen. I'll wear a disguise. I'm supposed to be a brunette, remember? So I'll wear a wig and heavy make-up, carry no ID, and check him out first from a distance. Okay?"
"Not really," Helen sighed.
"I just knew you were going to say that. But not to worry, dear. I can handle myself."
"Oh, I'm sure."
"Why? You want to come along and play chaperone?"
"I'd like to come along and carry a club. You may need one."
"Honey, if this body doesn't give me all the protection I need, something is definitely wrong."
"With confidence like yours, Marcie, I don't think you are in any danger."
"Exactly," Marcie replied.
She sat on the bed and picked up the phone, dialing the number on the back of the first photo.
She listened as the phone rang and rang and was about to put it down when a breathless male voice said, "Hello?"
"Hello. Did you reply to an ad in a certain paper recently?"
"I sure did," the voice replied, panting. "Excuse my heavy breathing, but I ran from the shower. There," the voice continued, recovering. "Here's my normal voice. Okay?"
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Marcie asked.
"Oh, not at all, not at all. In fact, this would be a very good time, actually. I have my own apartment, I'm all alone, and, as you heard, I just took a shower."
"It's sweet of you to suggest it," Marcie replied, "but I've just returned from traveling and I'm simply exhausted.
"No, this is just a sort of get-acquainted call. So tell me a little about yourself. For example, do you go to school?"
"No, I don't. Actually I graduated. I work as a paralegal for a law firm here in town. I'll be going back to school in about a year, if everything works out."
Marcie made an "okay" sign at Helen with the fingers of her free hand.
Helen, lying on the bed, shrugged and continued leafing through the photos that Marcie had rejected.
"Where is your apartment?"
"Well, its practically in the center of town, about two blocks from the bus terminal."
"My, how convenient."
"Very. I could catch a bus to anywhere and meet you wherever and whenever you say."
"Or," Marcie suggested, "I could catch a bus and pay you a visit. I like making house calls."
There was a sharp gasp at the other end of the line, followed by, "Really?"
"Yes, really," Marcie confirmed.
"Wow! Out of sight," the voice exclaimed.
"For tonight, yes."
"And tomorrow night?" the voice asked, quivering with anticipation.
"A definite possibility," Marcie said.
Another sharp intake of breath. This guy really is young, Marcie thought.
"Tell you what," Marcie said. "I'll meet you at the main entrance to the bus terminal at eight tomorrow night."
"Great!" the voice said. "It'll be super. I'll take you to a very nice restaurant for dinner, we'll have cocktails after ... "
"Whoa!" Marcie said. "We're going to your apartment. The only thing I want to eat is your big, black cock and the only thing I want to drink is what comes out of it. Get the picture?"
Another gasp.
"Do you have asthma?" Marcie asked. "No. No. Not at all. It's just that it seems too, well ... "
"Too good to be true? I am, honey. And more than you can possibly imagine.
"Listen. Here's the way it'll go down. You be in front of the bus station at eight o'clock sharp. I'll spot you and speak to you by name. We'll go from there. Okay?"
"Okay! Wow, I'm really looking forward to this. What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't. Eight o'clock, Greg. And I'm looking forward to it, too.
"'Bye now."
She hung up before he could reply. "That's that," she said to Helen. "All set?" Helen asked. "You know it."
"I must say, Marcie, for someone who's never done this sort of thing before, you really act like you know what you're doing."
"It's not an act. I've got the instincts and the equipment. What else do I need?"
"A lot of luck, as fast as you're moving," Helen replied.
"Hey, enough bullshit. Let's do something nasty before we go to bed."
"Better yet," Helen replied, "Let's go to bed and do something nasty."
They both stripped completely and crawled into Marcie's bed, since Helen's was covered with luggage and pictures.
Quickly, their mouths covered each others' crotches, tongues seeking their clits, then licking them to hard, throbbing life, their juices starting to flow freely.
On impulse, Marcie sought Helen's ass hole with the middle finger of one hand, smeared the puckered entrance with pussy juice, and plunged smoothly in to the third knuckle.
Marcie stopped tonguing long enough to say, "My, my. That certainly went in easily enough. Been busy back there, have we?"
Helen returned the compliment, a middle finger sliding into Marcie's rectum with no resistance.
"Yes," Helen replied. "Judging by the feel of things, I'd say we have."
"Care for a repeat?" Marcie asked. "I'll get the toy."
"Please do."
Marcie went into the bathroom and got the big, black vibrator from the medicine cabinet. She returned quickly to the bed. Helen got onto her elbows and knees, thrusting the broad, rounded expanses of her buttocks toward Marcie, who inserted the vibrator halfway into her ass, twisting the dial at the base to full speed.
Helen lay back on the pillows and spread her legs, throwing them into the air. Marcie put her head between them, one hand keeping pressure on the end of the humming dildo, as her mouth once again sought Helen's dripping cunt.
Faster and faster Marcie flickered her tongue on the hard, inflamed clit, slippery with the juice of passion.
Helen's whole body turned bright pink as the heat of her desire, increased by Marcie's efforts with tongue and dildo, quickly brought her to climax.
Helen's clear juices flooded the sheets in waves as she orgasmed again and again.
Finally, Helen let her legs drape over Marcie's back, then slide off to each side as she relaxed, spent, the dildo still humming inside her rectum.
Marcie took it out of her, tugging gently until the reflex of Helen's ass hole expelled the bulbous tip suddenly.
Without hesitation, Marcie stuck it into her own ass, holding it in place with her thumb as she straddled Helen's face, forcing her cunt against Helen's open mouth.
Marcie squatted on Helen's face as Helen's tongue licked her wet pussy, then concentrated on the button of her clitoris, whirling steadily around and around, then picking up speed as Marcie became more and more aroused.
At last, Marcie felt those sudden surges of pure pleasure which intensified into a steady, voluptuous thrill, climaxed by an irresistible release as Helen's face was bathed in pussy juice, the awkwardness of Marcie's precarious position preventing her from experiencing multiple orgasms as she came.
Marcie climbed carefully off Helen's face and shit the vibrator into her hand. It hummed as vigorously as ever.
"Good batteries," Helen said.
"When this thing's in me, it's as good as a recharge," Marcie replied. six
It was getting dark.
Marcie got off the city bus that had taken her into town from the campus. She was relieved to see that Greg wasn't there yet.
She circled the block carefully, entering the bus station from a small side entrance.
Marcie was concerned that some of the students would be there.
She needn't have worried.
It was a school night and there were enough places close to the dorms for week night entertainment for the college crowd.
Marcie looked at her watch. She was about fifteen minutes early.
Good, she thought, going into the ladies' room.
Looking around to see that she was not observed, she put on the brunette wig she had brought with her, followed by the dark glasses.
Satisfied, she went out into the waiting room and sat on a bench.
She didn't have long to wait.
Marcie recognized Greg's face from his picture.
He was over-dressed for the occasion, she thought, seeing his suit and tie.
She turned away as he scanned the terminal, then looked up in time to see him exit the main entrance and take up his appointed post.
Marcie deliberately waited until five after the hour before she went outside.
"Hello, Greg," she said.
Greg barely suppressed a gasp before replying, "Hello, yourself."
Marcie took his arm.
"Shall we go?" she asked.
"By all means," he replied.
They started down the street.
Greg stopped them, turning to her.
"Say, are you sure you don't want something to eat? I mean, I know what you said, but-"
"No, I'm fine, thanks," she replied, dragging him along.
"Just bein' polite," he said.
"Let's hope you're that thoughtful in bed."
"Oh, I will be."
"How much further is it?" Marcie asked. "We're here," Greg said, pausing in a doorway and fishing for his keys. He dropped them.
"Little nervous," he said, grinning as he bent to retrieve them. "I see that."
They went up a flight of stairs.
Greg managed to open his apartment door without dropping the keys this time.
"Here we are," he said, ushering her in.
"I must apologize for the decor," he said.
Marcie looked around.
The one room apartment was plain, but clean.
"It'll do," she said, adding, "and people who use the word, "decor" never apologize."
"If you say so," he agreed.
He stood there, as though wondering what to do next.
"You take off your clothes and I'll be out in a minute," Marcie said, heading for the bathroom. Marcie stripped completely naked, putting her purse and her clothes into the large bag she brought with her.
She came out of the bathroom and set the bag down beside the bathroom door.
It was dark in the apartment, the gathering dusk making it difficult to see.
"Turn on a light, lover. I like to see what I'm getting."
Greg turned on a lamp next to the bed.
It was Marcie's turn to gasp.
"My, my," she said, "the camera doesn't lie."
Greg stood there, his huge dong a lazy hard-on, hanging long, thick and half erect.
"Looks like your ad told the truth, too," he replied.
"Well, let's get with it," Marcie said, stripping the cover and blanket from the bed. "Yes, let's."
"Why don't you just make yourself comfortable and then I'll make you even more comfortable," Marcie suggested.
"If you insist."
"Oh, I certainly do," Marcie replied, bowing and waving him onto the bed.
Greg got onto the bed, lying on his back, arms folded behind his head, legs flat and spread, monster lying quietly on his stomach, the head resting on his deep navel.
"A sight to remember," Marcie said, admiring the view.
"So I guess we'll have a night to remember," Greg said.
"No guess to it, with that equipment, lover." "It's all yours," he invited. "Not yet, but I'm sure it soon will be," Marcie replied.
She climbed onto the foot of the bed, kneeling between his legs.
Marcie let her face hover above his groin, admiring the flaccid expanse of his cock at close range.
Then, slowly, gently, she took the stout shaft in one hand, feeling its heft and bulk.
She stretched it upright and the head began to round and swell in response.
Marcie took the warm, growing bulb into her mouth, noting with satisfaction how it almost filled her oral cavity completely.
Marcie rolled her head around in large circles, letting the head of the monster ream her cheeks and the roof of her mouth with its growing hardness and heat.
The shaft below it grew longer, harder, and thicker, its silky surface becoming slick with her drooling saliva.
Marcie opened the back of her throat, letting the insistent head enter it.
Now she could feel and taste the shaft as it invaded her mouth.
Marcie began bobbing her head up and down forcing the rampant dong to fuck her head, which descended lower and lower on each downstroke, until her head could almost reach the base, his bush tickling her nose.
Now she went for a little advanced technique.
When the huge cock was buried its deepest, she flexed her throat muscles, the swallowing motion stroking the hot pole with the warm, slippery walls of her throat.
Again, she took her head in circles, so that his giant dong was reaming her whole mouth and throat.
Greg was giving out little moans of pleasure, his hips beginning to pump, trying to match the rhythm of Marcie's efforts.
"Oh, do it, do it," he sighed. "Suck me. Suck the life right out of me. Oh, that's right."
Greg started rolling his hips, thrusting upward into Marcie's crowded, drooling mouth.
He was actually bouncing on the bed, the springs protesting loudly.
Marcie slowed down deliberately.
This one is too good to get away now, she thought, shortening her stroke.
"Don't stop, don't stop," Greg pleaded
"Wouldn't dream of it, lover," Marcie replied, pulling her head up, then squatting over his erection before lowering herself on it, facing him.
The pink head of his dusky dong gleamed with saliva as it disappeared into her drooling pussy, followed by the entire length of the long, thick, hot, throbbing shaft.
When she was seated firmly, feet on each side of his hips, she began slowly rotating.
"Oh, you feel so good!" Marcie exclaimed.
"Feels great down here, too." Greg replied.
"Wait 'til I really get going, lover. Then you'll really feel something."
"This suits me just fine."
"You think so. Check this."
Marcie began rotating her hips slowly, feeling his massive staff ream her hot, wet insides.
"Mmmmm," he exclaimed. "I see what you mean."
"You haven't seen anything yet."
Now Marcie started pumping up and down, using her squatting position to bounce on the mattress, her feet firmly planted.
The pole slid smoothly in and out of her, slick with pussy juice, which ran down its dark length, dampening his balls before puddling into the sheets below.
"Ah, that does feel terrific," he said.
"How about this?" Marcie asked.
Now she was rotating as she bounced up and down, the double action causing Greg to moan with pleasure as thrill after thrill shot through him.
"Come on, lover boy! I want my pussy to eat that big, black cock of yours."
With this, her powerful internal muscles began to contract rhythmically, the slick, smooth grip of her insides causing extra pressure on his rock-hard erection.
"Oh, I don't know how long I can hold out," he sighed.
"Don't quit on me now," Marcie panted, continuing her exertions.
Her cunt seemed to be developing a sucking motion, its drooling pinkness grasping his root firmly at the base and squeezing it all the way up, then relaxing the grip as she came down.
Greg's cock seemed to grow still harder, thicker, and longer.
Feeling it expanding inside her, Marcie became still more aroused, the juices flowing still more copiously from somewhere inside her, the warm flood thoroughly coating Greg's big balls.
"That's it, that's it," Marcie gasped, "Fill me up completely."
"I am, I am, you know I am!"
"Yes, yes, you're filling me up with your huge, black monster. I feel it, I want it, I need it. Oh! I've never felt anything so marvelous!"
"Me neither!" Greg agreed.
He was working up a sexual sweat just lying there letting her do the work.
"Okay," Marcie said, panting, "now let's have some real fun."
Marcie raised her body up until her cunt reluctantly let go of the huge organ, which bobbled wetly beneath her until she grabbed it with one hand.
Greg lay there, wondering what was coming next.
He didn't have to wait long.
Slowly, carefully, Marcie inserted the thick, round head of the huge dong into the pucker of her ass hole.
Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself until she was seated on his groin, his cock all the way up her ass.
Greg felt the smooth, tight warmth of her rectum as it squeezed his monster.
Then, Marcie began rotating again, the giant cock reaming her insides in slow, wide circles.
"I can't believe this," Greg gasped, his hands reaching for her large, dangling boobs, squeezing them as though to confirm the reality of what was happening.
"Believe it," Marcie said, lips tight with the initial exertion, then relaxing as her rectum loosened to accommodate its visitor.
"Oh, man, this is livin'! " Greg exclaimed.
"You know it, lover boy."
Marcie played with her clit with the fingers of one hand, using the other to help her keep her balance.
"Oh, I've got your big black monster all the way up my ass! I can barely move, you fill me so much. Oh! I love it, the way this black cock is jamming me."
She was having no trouble at all moving, as a matter-of-fact. Wider and wider she circled, the fist of the hand that was balancing her digging into the mattress.
Suddenly, she began to develop leg cramps.
"Uh oh, just a sec," she said.
She got up off of him, then lay down on him full length.
She reached under herself, legs on both sides of his, and grabbed his cock, gliding it into her vagina, then settling down on it.
"There now," she said, "this is much cozier, isn't it?"
"Yes, indeed," Greg agreed, trying to kiss her. Marcie turned her head aside. "I never kiss on the first date," she said. "Sorry," Greg replied. "I should have guessed that you're not that kind of girl."
"That's okay. Just don't let it happen again." "I'll watch it."
Marcie's big breasts were squashed against Greg's chest. He could feel the huge, hard nipples grinding into him as she squirmed on top of him.
"Ooh, I've got to pay some attention to those big knockers of yours."
"Easy, lover boy. The night is young."
"And you're so beautiful."
"That's enough chit-chat."
Marcie dug her knees into the mattress and began pumping her hips, feeling the hot, stiff giant inside her.
This activated the springs of the bed and they started bouncing in time to her thrusts. Soon, she was thrusting downward and Greg upward, the double action exciting her still more as the big, black cock did its thing, reaching every nook and cranny of her insides.
"Sock it to me!" she exclaimed.
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me," she chanted, once for each bounce.
Faster and faster they bounced, Marcie's thrusts and Greg's both becoming more powerful as the heat of the moment carried them away.
In perfect, ever-increasing cadence they alternated, the sweat pouring off of them.
They were both groaning in ecstasy, alternating even in this.
Then, Marcie tucked her knees forward for better leverage and began her simultaneous rotation and pump. Greg's throbbing cock responded eagerly, seeming to avidly seek her depths each time she came down on it.
Marcie began to pick up speed, until it seemed to both of them that she was literally vibrating.
Her actions caused sexual sensations to course through Greg like an electric current, making every fibre of his being tingle.
Her breasts, dangling above him as she leaned forward, hands on each side of his head, were irresistable ripe fruit.
His eager mouth reached up to suck the huge nipples.
He sucked first one, then the other, going back and forth, lingering longer and sucking harder each time.
Marcie felt a series of hot currents, flashing between her dick-filled cunt and her hard breasts with their even harder nipples.
Then, she felt additional throbbing sensations coming from the giant staff imbedded in her pussy, the pulsing adding little special thrills to the overall sensation of deep pleasure.
Stronger and stronger they seemed to grow until, with a series of hot, thick spurts, Greg came inside her.
"Oooh!" Marcie exclaimed. "That's it! Make that big bastard explode inside me! I love it!"
Greg's huge load combined with her own clear juices as she climaxed, again and again, keeping pace with him as he shot into her.
Marcie flexed the muscles of her vagina, making sure that she milked the last of the come from the monster within her.
Then, she flopped onto the bed beside him.
They smiled at each other, the sweat drying on their bodies, come drooling out of Marcies juicy cunt onto the bed, Greg's thick pole going slowly limp, the left over sperm oozing from its bulbous tip.
"That was really something!" he exclaimed.
"It certainly was," she agreed.
They lay there for a moment in silence.
Then, Marcie said, "How about a shower and then you can show me what you can do."
"I'm all for that!"
"Shall we?"
They got into the tub together and Greg pulled the shower curtain closed.
Remembering her wig just in time, Marcie said, "Careful. Don't get my hair wet."
"How about if I just concentrate on these?" Greg asked, soaping her huge, firm breasts.
"You do that. I'll take care of this," she replied, grabbing the thick length of his dangling cock.
Each of them soaped and washed their preferred areas, then quickly did the rest themselves.
Back in the bedroom, Marcie lay on her back, head resting on the pillows.
Greg immediately buried his face in her snatch, his thick tongue seeking the depths of her vagina.
Then, the tip of his tongue found her clit.
"What a nice little bud," he said.
"This bud's for you," she replied, spreading her legs and raising them, giving him a better shot at the target.
"Mmmmmm," he hummed, rolling his tongue around on the firm clit.
Pussy drool slicked his chin, joining with his own saliva as he licked faster and harder.
His dong pulsed back to life, going huge between his stomach muscles and the mattress.
Quickly he mounted her and began pumping away.
"Ah, that feels great. That's it! Jam that big, black cock into my hot pussy!"
Excited still further by her words, Greg began giving her long, hard strokes, pulling out until only the giant, bulbous tip of his long, thick, black pole remained inside her, then cramming it all the way home.
His thrusts drove her still further into ecstasy.
Marcie hooked the backs of her knees over his shoulders, so that she was almost bent double beneath him.
Greg dug his knees into the mattress and increased the speed of his hips, thrusting in ever more rapid strokes, the drool from her pussy removing all friction.
"Oh, you're just terrific!" she exclaimed. "Keep it up!"
Greg pressed his body against the backs of her legs and grasped her shoulders with his hands as he rested his elbows on each side of her.
"That's perfect!" she exclaimed. "Possess me! Have me completely! J am that monster into me!"
Faster and faster he pumped, still keeping his strokes long and powerful. Marcie, pinned beneath him, couldn't move. She remained helpless, letting Greg do it all.
And do it he did, tirelessly pounding his black monstrosity into her again and again, stretching her insides to accommodate his savage invader.
Marcie got hotter and hotter, her entire body flushing a deep pink.
She could feel the huge dick inside her in intimate detail, every millimeter caressed by her interior with a million tingling nerve endings.
Then, she felt her vagina going into spasms, each one the crest of a wave of sensual pleasure.
Faster and stronger they came, and she could feel herself secreting little floods of hot pussy juice, drowning the thick, firm, insistent shaft within her.
Greg, feeling the pressure of Marcie's multiple climax, gave in to the sensation of voluptuousness which overwhelmed him and once again flooded her with his hot jism, pumping until his last spasm and beyond that.
He let his slowly softening prick slide out of her and flop, long, thick, and wet, onto the bed.
He lay down beside her and began to fondle her breasts.
Marcie did not respond.
Soon, he stopped.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No, everything is fine," she replied.
"Then what's happening?"
"Nothing. Look. I had a really great time, but I've got to take a quick shower and get going. Besides, I think you've had all of me you can handle for one evening. Don't you?"
"Well, I'm not exactly ready to go again.
"But I thought, you know, we could, like, rap a little, get to know each other, and like that. Hell, I don't even know your name."
"True. But I know yours and I have your number. Right?"
"Right. But we make such a great team that I thought-"
"Shush," she said, putting a finger to his lips.
"You just relax and I'll take a shower. Alone, please. I'll be right back."
As the warm water cascaded over her, she thought, I'm doing the right thing. He'd be straining to get it up again after what we've been through and tomorrow is a school day.
Marcie dried off quickly and dressed outside the bathroom door from her bag.
"There. All set," she said, looking at Greg on the bed, a puzzled look on his face.
Marcie looked at him, scanning the smooth, brown body, her gaze lingering on the massive cock, darker than the rest of him, except for the pink tip. The huge dong, even in repose, impressed her as it draped limply over his thigh, large balls dangling down, almost touching the bed as he lay on his side.
"Hey, don't take it so hard, lover boy. All good things must end. At least for a while."
"Will you call me?" he asked.
"You'll hear from me," she replied.
"Soon?"
"Perhaps."
"That's not too encouraging," he said.
"Tell you what. If I can't make it for the week end, I've got a friend who can. How's that?"
"Okay, I guess. But you're the greatest."
"Good of you to say so."
"Well, it's true," he replied, getting off the bed and standing opposite her, trying to take her in his arms.
Again, Marcie did not respond.
"Our first date, remember?" she said.
"Oh, right."
He let go of her.
"Still, I suppose we can shake," she said.
He shrugged and extended his hand.
Marcie grabbed his dangling cock and fondled it with one hand, first the heavy shaft, then the large, hanging balls.
"Don't worry, lover boy," she said, "with this kind of equipment, I won't forget you."
"Can I really count on that?"
"You know it."
"Well then, I guess I'll just say good night." "Good night yourself," Marcie replied as she went out the door. seven
Helen was studying when Marcie got back to the dorm.
Looking up from her book without rising from the bed on which she was reclining, she said, "Well, how was it?"
"Terrific!"
"Oh? That good, huh?" "Absolutely. I can hardly wait to call the next one."
"Well, you'd better let it go 'til the end of the week. We do have our studying to do."
"Please. Don't remind me."
"Okay, but you know it's true."
"No argument there. Besides, these other two live downstate."
"Close to home, you mean."
"Exactly. So what? It's a little over an hour by train."
"Or I could drive you, Marcie."
"Gee, that's nice of you."
"Not at all. I have to go down again the end of this week to help mummy dearest put the finishing touches on the charity ball."
"Oh, that bore. I'd almost forgotten about it."
"I wish I could, believe me."
"Don't worry. I'll be there with good old Chipper."
"Oh, that will help a lot, I'm sure." "Well, Helen, they say that misery loves company. "
"I hope you're right, kiddo." "I've got an idea."
"About how to avoid the charity ball?" "No. About how to repay you for making it possible for me to have such a good time tonight." "Let's hear it."
"We'll call Greg tomorrow night and set you up for Wednesday or Thursday."
Helen thought it over for a moment.
"You know, that's a really terrific idea.
"Here's another to go with it: How about we work the ads together. Sometimes you'll go with the guy first, sometimes I will.
"If he's any good, you or I can follow up.
"How about it?"
"That's the greatest idea I ever heard, Helen. You're absolutely brilliant!"
Marcie fell onto the bed next to Helen and gave her a hug and a kiss.
"It's going to be such fun!" Marcie exclaimed.
"I certainly hope so, kiddo. Here I am, supposedly older and wiser, and there you are, leading me down the garden path."
"It was your idea, Helen."
"Or a variation on yours," Marcie replied.
"Whatever. I can hardly wait."
"We don't have to, if you don't want to."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's call Greg now. It's not even midnight yet and I know he's home. We could set you up for tomorrow night."
"Why not? Go for it."
"You got it:"
Marcie dialed Greg's number.
It rang quite a few times before he answered.
"Hullo?" a sleepy voice mumbled.
"Greg? This is ... you know who. Did I wake you?"
"Yeah, but that's all right. Anytime. You are one terrific lady, you know. And I mean that sincerely. What's up?"
"Well, remember that I told you that I had a friend that might want to meet you?"
"Yes?"
"Well, she does. And she's right here. Too tired to talk?"
"No, no, no. No indeed," replied the voice at the other end, suddenly crisp and alert. "Put her on, by all means."
"Okay, here she is. And her name's not important, either."
"That's okay. I just love white mystery ladies."
"And we love black cocks."
"For which I will be forever grateful."
"Glad to hear it, lover. Here she is."
Helen took the phone from Marcie.
"Greg? Mar-my friend-told me a lot of nice things about you."
"One, anyway, I'll bet," he said.
Helen laughed.
"That's right," she replied.
"So what can I do for you?"
"Not what, silly. When."
"I stand corrected. When would you like to get together?"
"At the risk of appearing too eager, would tomorrow night be too soon?"
"That's not being too eager," he replied, "that's being practical and honest. I appreciate that, and I'm looking forward to showing you my appreciation in a big way."
"What a nice thing to say," Helen replied. "Would tomorrow night be too soon? Or do you need longer to recover from my friend?"
"Baby, I'm recovered right now. I wish you were here to see what this conversation is doing to the best part of me."
"I wish I was there, too, if that's the case," Helen said.
"Well, as they say on the quiz shows, come on down." Helen laughed.
"I wish I could, but we're a little far apart for that. But is tomorrow night okay?" "You know it!"
"Same time, same place as with my friend tonight?"
"Eight o'clock at the bus station, if that's what you want. As I told her, I've got no problem with wining and dining, if you want a little of that first."
"No, thanks. What I want is what you've got." "It's all yours tomorrow night." "Great! I'm really looking forward to it." "No more so than I am."
"Fine. Then I'll see you then." "Right. Could you put your friend on again? I just want to say good night again." Helen handed the phone back to Marcie. "Hi, Greg."
"Hi, yourself. I just want to thank you, both for earlier this evening and for following through with your friend."
"Oh, not at all."
"Well, I just wanted you to know that I do appreciate it."
"You really are a nice person, Greg." "I try."
They both chuckled.
"Well, good night then," Marcie said.
"Good night and thank you again, more than I can say. Say good night to your friend for me."
The line went dead and Marcie put the phone down.
"You're gonna love it," Marcie said. "If you say so, I know it's true," Helen replied. "He's got my vote." "Then he'll probably get mine, too." "Oh, my! He really went deep. I took a shower and even douched, but I feel a trickle." "Now, that is deep."
"What can I say? He's hung like a horse and his prong has a long reach."
"Now I'm starting to feel a trickle," Helen replied, laughing.
"I'm not just saying this to make you hot, my dear. See?"
Marcie lifted her skirt. A wet stain was spreading at the crotch of her panties and melting come was trickling down the inside of one thigh."
"Damn!" Helen exclaimed. "He sure must give out some high quality sperm."
"It comes from a high quality cock, I'll say that much," Marcie replied.
*****
The next day seemed to drag, the lectures taking forever, the walks between classes studies in slow motion.
At last, both of them were through for the day.
"I'm almost as excited as if I were going to go there tonight myself," Marcie said.
Helen, getting ready to shower, said, "Sorry, kiddo. No changes in plan allowed."
"Oh, I didn't mean it like that, Helen. You have a real good time."
"I intend to."
"No, what I meant was that I hope this works out as well as I think it will."
"Me too. Sort of opens up a whole new world." "I'll say!"
Helen went into the bathroom.
Marcie tried to study, but found herself unable to concentrate. Her mind was full of images of black cocks.
They paraded before her.
She was seated and a procession of black studs was coming up to her in single file.
The bodies and faces of the men were indistinct, but their mid-sections stood out in sharp relief. She was able to see every vein, every pubic hair, every nuance of shade, color, and texture.
One after another they formed in her mind, some with huge erections hobbling before them, some with lazy hard-ons just beginning to rise to their full potential, and still others long, thick, and dangling, swinging heavily from side to side as they approached.
Marcie lay back with her eyes closed, marveling at the seemingly endless supply and variety of black cock being presented to her.
"I want them all!" she exclaimed aloud.
Helen, emerging naked from the shower, rubbing her damp hair vigorously with a towel, stopped and asked, "How's that?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Helen. Just thinking out loud."
"About what?"
"You know."
"If you mean Greg, forget it. He's mine tonight, remember?"
"Not Greg. Or not just Greg, Helen. Black cock in general. There's so much out there, waiting for us, and it's all ours for the asking."
"As long as we're careful," Helen agreed.
"That's another thing, Helen. You're always saying that we should be careful, but with all those eager nigger-poles just waiting for us, you-not me, but you-picked Ace and Don to play with. You tell me now: How smart was that?"
Helen shrugged.
"Not very, I suppose. They're very well known. Famous in fact. And you're right. They could be recognized wherever they went."
"Exactly! Recognized, followed, and exposed. And us along with them."
"Yes, but they're very discreet."
"Who cares? The idea is to get great black cocks, not to get great black men."
"Yes, but Ace and Don are both. Plus, we know exactly who and what we're getting."
"Agreed, Helen. But I'm making that part of it safe, at least for you, aren't I? That is, if we stick to the plan."
"I suppose," Helen sighed. "But I'm going to miss those guys, especially Ace. I really liked him, you know."
"I know. And he really-likes you. Tell me that couldn't get to be a problem somewhere down the road."
"Well," Helen said, beginning to get dressed, "we'll see how things work out. But you might as well know that I intend to see Ace every now and then, regardless."
"Suit yourself. Still, you must have had some luck with your ads in the fuck journals."
"Marcie, I wish I had your confidence.
"Yes, I've been lucky a few times, and I've never stood any of them up.
"But if you knew how scared I was until I could get settled down with them, you'd see my problem."
"That bad, huh?"
"Bad? That's hardly the word for it, believe me. With some of them, I stayed so scared the whole time that I couldn't even enjoy myself. All I felt afterward was relief at having escaped alive and unharmed."
"But now I'll be taking all the risks."
"I know. And it makes me feel like such a wimp."
"Oh come on, Helen. Don't feel that way. Save the macho bullshit for use by macho male bullshitters."
"I really envy you your courage, though, Marcie."
"It's not courage, Helen. It's just trying to live my life."
"Of which I get the fringe benefits." "For which I expect you to be eternally grateful, kissing my ass at every opportunity." They both laughed.
"I imagine we'll get in enough of that to suit you," Helen said.
"Well, I certainly hope so," Marcie said, standing up and embracing Helen, then stopping herself, remembering the time.
"Later for that," she said.
Helen patted her on the cheek, then went into the bathroom to put on her make-up.
She emerged saying, "All set. How do I look?"
She pirouetted in front of Marcie.
"Going to the prom, are we?" Marcie asked.
"Don't be a smart-ass, kiddo. I don't want to insult the guy by looking like I'm slumming."
"You're not and you don't. But next time, you should avoid getting so dressed up. Clean and plain is best."
"Right again," Helen agreed, removing her jewelry.
"That's better. Why tempt fate?"
"Aha! So you are a little afraid!"
"No, I'm not. But it's not fair to Greg to put him in a position where he has to protect you from muggers, just because you want to show off. Besides, you should avoid drawing attention to yourself."
"My advisor speaks!" Helen said, pulling a wad of money out of her purse and putting it on the dresser.
"I can't believe you," Marcie said. "You were actually going to the bus station with that?"
"It's what I always carry."
"Along with full identification, I suppose."
"Come on, Marcie. Give me a little credit. All I'm carrying is my driver's license, and I'll leave that in the car."
"Just drive where and when you have to. Use public transportation whenever possible."
"You mean that I should take a bus when I have a perfectly good car sitting right downstairs?"
"I'd say so. Why take chances on being identified? License plates aren't that hard to track down."
"Really, Marcie! That's being overly cautious, don't you think?"
"No, that's just being reasonable. The busses run very frequently between here and downtown. If you use your car, you've got to find a place to park, then walk to the bus station, then repeat the process in reverse by yourself when you're done."
"Okay, okay. I'll bus it. Got any change?" "Yes, here."
Marcie got her purse and handed Helen a bunch of coins.
"Thanks, kiddo. Any other words of wisdom before I set off on my journey into the unknown?"
"Yes. Have a good time, don't stick around after he pops his nuts twice, and be home early. And yes, I will be waiting up for you."
Helen opened the door.
"Goodnight, Mom," she said, closing it behind her before Marcie could reply. Marcie stared at the door a long moment, then returned to her text book. She tried to concentrate, but gave it up, closing the book and lying back, eyes shut.
Mentally, she tried to accompany Helen, but soon gave that up, too.
There is no reason why this won't work, she told herself.
True, Helen seemed to have forgotten the part of the plan that called for them to alternate, but if everything went well with Greg, Marcie could gently remind her.
Then too, with Marcie doing the picking from the ad replies, that should give Helen even more confidence. Marcie gave herself a lot of credit. She had a talent for picking talent, even though she had only one incident to prove it.
Marcie got out the pictures of the other two she had picked.
Staring at them, she decided that she would go first with them, also. And it would definitely happen this weekend.
As she looked at the pictures, the one of the dark, muscular brute, the other of the male model, she became aroused.
"Might as well take a shower and get comfortable," she said aloud.
Marcie took her shower, dried off, brushed her hair, and opened the medicine cabinet, reaching behind the sliding door for the huge, black vibrating dildo.
She took it down and washed it with soap and water, drying it carefully. Then, she twisted the base, watching with satisfaction as it vibrated strongly, the hum sounding loud in the quiet room.
Marcie went back to her bed and got under the covers naked.
Holding the picture of the muscle man with one hand, with the other she stuck the dildo into her pussy.
Staring intensely at the picture, concentrating on the giant black dong that jutted so ponderously from the large, muscular body, balls dangling below, she activated the vibrator.
She felt the tingling thrill shoot through her and sighed aloud with pleasure.
Staring at the picture, she imagined that it was that very cock that was inside her, its immense hardness invading her insides with harsh, vibrating intensity.
Yes, she thought, that's how you are, you big, black brute.
Sock it to me, you monster! she shouted in her mind.
Eyes glued to the picture, she watched as the muscle man's shaft seemed to vibrate, the picture becoming the illusion, the fullness in her drooling vagina the reality of that thick, vibrant, lunging dong.
"Oh," she said aloud. "Oh, oh, oh!"
She plunged the vibrator in hard, then pulled it out. She repeated the movement, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
I know that's how he'll be, she said to herself. He'll lunge into me, his strokes having huge power behind them.
She wished she could feel the strong slap of the huge body as he pounded into her.
She wanted to have that pressure to respond to, to be able to thrust her crotch up to him each time he came down on her.
She was almost bending the photograph, so intense was her grip.
She held the photo so close to her face that it became a blur to her.
Her juices were really flowing now, lubricating the dildo, loosening her hot pussy, moving smoothly, freely as she drove it in and out.
That's it, she thought, make me feel it, make me know you're there.
She continued to stare at the picture, getting wilder and wilder with the dildo, rolling it around now so that she could feel the pressure of the head moving within her, activating wave after wave of ecstasy.
You don't have to hold back, she told the picture, projecting her thoughts to the image before her, let it go, you bastard. Flood me with your hot come and let me drown your monster with mine.
It seemed to her that the dildo was responding as her powerful vaginal muscles gripped it, squeezing it, feeling it in her hot, slippery, drooling trap of passion and pleasure.
Then, she dropped the picture and her back arched.
She shoved the dildo all the way into herself and let go, her clutching pussy imprisoning it.
Wave after wave of indescribable pleasure engulfed her, her hot juices discharging their flood again and again, the strength and intensity of her vaginal grip holding the vibrator fast against the hot, slippery walls of her insides.
The sensations became softer and softer.
Finally, the muscles of her pussy relaxed and the dildo, thoroughly coated with the flow of her passion, oozed out of her.
"Oh, that was great," Marcie said aloud.
She dozed off for quite awhile.
The sound of Helen's key in the door awakened her.
Almost regretfully, she looked at the photo of the one she called the male model.
"I didn't even get to you yet," she said aloud, quietly.
Helen thought that Marcie was asleep, so she tried to walk very quietly. "Helen?"
"Oh, you're awake," Helen replied, continuing to undress."
"Hey, you knew I would be."
"Uh-huh," Helen said, slipping her dress over her head.
"Well?" Marcie asked.
"Well what?"
"You know fucking well what, you bitch. Don't play games with me. What happened. How was it?"
Helen shrugged, turned down the corners of her mouth, held one hand out, palm down, fingers spread, and waggled it.
Seeing the signal for "so-so", Marcie sat up, breasts flopping naked before her.
Helen stood there, savoring the shocked look on Marcie's face.
She held that pose a long moment.
Then, she said, "Well, I suppose you could say it was, oh, what's the word I want to use? It was-"
Unable to hold back any longer, Helen threw herself onto Helen's bed, embracing her and shouted "Terrific!"
"You rotten cunt!" Marcie said, laughing and returning the hug, "You really had me going for a minute."
"Just wanted to shake you up a little, kiddo."
"Was it everything I said?"
"I find the product to be exactly as advertised," Helen replied.
"I just knew I wouldn't make a mistake about something like that."
"I do believe I could stand to see a lot more of Greg," Helen said.
"Now there you go again," Marcie warned.
"I know, I know. But I can't help myself. He really was that good."
"Tell you what. After this weekend, let's see if we can't give you the right perspective on the situation."
"I can hardly wait," Helen said. eight
"You'll have to help me out, Helen," Marcie said. "I never got to play around much at home, so do you know of a motel around there where they don't ask any questions and where none of our set is-likely to be caught dead?"
"Several. Why?"
"Setting up for the weekend down there, silly."
"Oh? No more house calls?"
"Not this time. Not for what I've got in mind, anyway.
"Which is?"
"Watch and see."
Helen said, "Let me see now ... I've got it. It will be perfect for you. It's right near the train station and just across the state line from the big town."
"Sounds perfect. But won't it be crowded?"
"Not on the weekend."
"Good."
"I'll even make the reservation for you." "Good. Make it a double room with full sized beds."
"But I'm not going with you. I'll be busy with Mother. And besides, I've already-", Helen said, stopping herself and covering her mouth with her hands.
"You've already what, Helen? Made a date with Ace?"
Helen blushed. "Afraid so," she said. Then, defiantly, "What's it to you, anyway?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. But remember, Greg was just a taste."
"Well, for now, I'll just do it my way."
"Suit yourself.
"Just let me make my calls first, then make the reservation for me, okay?" "You got it."
Marcie turned over the muscleman's picture and dialed the number on the back. It was picked up on the third ring. "Hello."
"Hello. Are you the party who responded to an ad in a certain publication?"
"Right. Which one are you?"
"I'm the brunette, number one thousand."
"Oh, yeah. How are you?"
"Well, I'm just fine, thank you.
"More to the point, and I'll get right to it, if you don't mind, is this: What are you doing Saturday night?"
"Got plans."
"Anything you can't cancel?" "S'pose not."
"Good. Are you familiar with the motel next to the railroad station just over the state line?"
"Yeah. Been there a few times."
"Good. I'll meet you outside the office. Is eight o'clock all right?"
"Eight Saturday night. I'll be there."
"So will I. Looking forward to it. Goodnight."
"Night."
"One down, one to go," Marcie said, turning over the model's picture and dialing the number on the back.
"Moving right along," Helen said, smiling.
"Hello. Pierre?"
"Yes?"
"This is the brunette whose ad you answered." "Oh, yes. What can I do for you?" "You can meet me Saturday night." "Where and when?"
Marcie gave him the directions, which were identical to those given to the body builder.
"Got it," Pierre said. "Anything else?"
Marcie hesitated before replying, "Yes. How do you feel about group sex?"
"Depends what kind and how many in the group."
Marcie laughed.
"That makes sense. You, me, and one other man. Okay?"
"If it doesn't bother him, it doesn't bother me. What about your other opening?"
Marcie laughed and so did Pierre.
"I love your mind," she said. "I've never tried it with three guys. Soon, perhaps."
"Am I included?"
"We'll see how your audition works out." "Then I'll definitely be on the team." "See you Saturday, sport." "Looking forward to it." "Me too. 'Bye now."
"All set," Marcie said, handing the phone to Helen.
Helen made the reservation.
"They're ready for you, kiddo. I just hope you know what you're doing."
"Don't worry about it. What name am I under?"
"Vicky Smith."
"Thanks."
"Oh, it's the least I can do."
*****
The girls talked about Greg, Ace, and Don all the way home, Helen remaining convinced that she was better off with just a few, select black cocks, Marcie arguing that variety is the spice of life.
Finally, they pulled up in front of Helen's home, the broad expanse of tree-lined drive giving way to a brick-tiled, portico-covered entrance, from which a liveried servant emerged to take their bags.
"Mother, I'd like you to meet my roommate, Marcie."
"How do you do, my dear?"
"Fine, thank you. And you?"
"Why, I do very well indeed, as you can see."
"You do have a lovely home," Marcie replied.
"Thank you.
"Let me see, now: You're Reginald and Cynthia's little girl, aren't you?" "Why, yes. I am."
"Will they be coming to the ball next month ? "
"No, they won't. They'll be sending their regrets. From Europe. They're on an extended yacht cruise with a Greek shipping magnate."
"If one insists on consorting with Mediterranean types, I suppose one cannot do better than a shipping magnate. Still, it's too bad they'll miss the ball."
"Yes. At least I'll be there, though. And I am authorized to pledge in their behalf."
"Of course you are, my dear. And I shall be only too happy to see you there."
"Thank you very much."
"Well, I'll leave you two to freshen up. Jeeves will show you to your rooms. Supper in an hour. Cocktail dresses will do nicely. Ta ta."
As they trudged up the broad, carpeted stairs, following the butler's hunched back as he carried their bags, Helen said, "That woman lends a whole new dimension to the term douche-bag."
"Is she for real?" Marcie asked.
"Unfortunately, yes. Now you understand. If nigger-fucking didn't already exist, I would have to invent it."
"I can believe that now," Marcie replied.
"Listen. I'm going to tell her that we're going out to dinner together tomorrow night. I'll drop you at the motel and then go for my date with Ace."
"What time will you pick me up?" ' "I'll be in front of your room door at midnight. Be ready. Okay?"
"Should be. If not, I'll be inside. Just knock."
"Okay."
"What about Don?" Marcie asked. "I mean, won't he think something's wrong, you going out with Ace and me not being there for Don?"
"Oh," Helen replied, looking down and grinning, "I'm sure something will turn up for Don?"
Marcie looked at her for a long moment.
"I get it," she said. "Something will turn up. like your ass?"
"Well, kiddo, you're not the only one who gives a whole new meaning to the term, 'double date'. "
They both laughed.
*****
To what Helen's mother called "the second level", meaning white wealth with less lengthy pedigrees than those of Marcie and Helen's parents and their "set".
By Saturday evening, it was all they could do to keep from running out of the mansion to Helen's car, instead of bidding a polite good evening to the matron.
Helen dropped Marcie at the motel and made sure she got registered all right, accompanying her to the room before leaving for her date with Ace-and Don.
Marcie heard a train pull into the station.
She waited until almost eight before taking her room key and walking down to the office.
Jack and Pierre were standing around outside the office door, glancing at each other and at their watches, Jack looking huge in blue jeans and wind breaker, Pierre looking elegant in white slacks and lilac bolero jacket.
"Hello, men," Marcie said, walking up to them, brunette wig in place.
Before either of them could say anything, she said, "Jack, this is Pierre. Pierre, this is Jack."
Jack looked at Pierre, then slowly extended his hand.
Turning to Marcie, he asked, "What gives?"
"Oh, I thought I'd make it a three-some. It was sort of an after-thought, Jack. You don't mind, do you?"
"I can handle anything."
"I thought you could," she replied, standing between them.
Taking each by one hand and facing in the direction of her room, she said, "Shall we go?"
Inside the room, all three took off all their clothes.
They stood facing each other, Marcie aroused by the sight of two such imposing examples of black masculinity, the men with the confidence of those who are generously endowed and in peak condition.
Marcie took off her wig, not wanting it to get in the way of what was coming.
"First things first," she announced, taking a bottle of mineral oil from her bag.
"Why don't you two work together now, so we won't have a problem working together later on, if you know what I mean."
"I can dig it," Jack said, grinning and taking the bottle from her.
Marcie got onto the bed on knees and elbows, thrusting the perfect mounds of her ass into the air, exposing the pink pucker of her ass hole.
"My, that looks good enough to eat," Pierre said.
"Be my guest," Jack said. "Mine, too," Marcie echoed. Pierre got onto the bed and knelt behind Marcie.
Without hesitation, he stuck out his tongue and, keeping it stiff, inserted the tip into the star of her pucker, making the tip flicker as he did so.
Then, forcing his head forward, he slid most of his tongue into her anus, wiggling it as it went in.
Round and round he rolled his head and tongue, feeling the ring of muscle at the entrance loosen up, giving some slack so that his tongue could move much more freely.
"I think she's ready for you now, Jack," Pierre said.
"Merci, mon ami," Jack said, exhausting his French vocabulary.
"De rien," Pierre replied moving aside and letting Jack onto the bed.
"Say what?" Jack asked, coating two fingers with mineral oil.
"I thought so," Pierre said, confirming to himself the fact that Jack didn't speak French.
"Hey, man, we about to see how well I do in French and Greek. Right?"
"Right!" all three shouted in chorus, laughing.
Jack shoved a middle finger into Marcie. It went in smoothly.
Jack moved the finger around and around, echoing Pierre's tongue.
Feeling no great resistance, he put in the index finger. Now he was moving them together in ever widening circles.
Convinced that she was loose enough and excited to full erection by the situation, Jack got on his knees behind her and shoved his monster all the way up her ass.
"Oooh, that feels great!" Marcie exclaimed as she felt him invade her.
"You know it, babe!" Jack replied.
"Time for a little engineering," Pierre said.
Pierre lay on his back at the foot of the bed.
Slowly, carefully, he slid himself between Jack's legs, passing under the dangling balls, then the stretched ass hole, the thick black shaft firmly inserted, stretching the pucker perfectly round and smooth around it.
He came to the pussy, lips moist with the excitement of the anal penetration.
Craning his head up, he ate her cunt, chewing and tonguing, making the lips separate and open, exposing the bud of her clitoris.
Pierre's expert tongue found the hard, round clit and began polishing it, making it swell with arousal.
"That's it!" Marcie panted. "Eat my fucking pussy. Chew me up. Eat me out, Oh, do it!"
Requiring no urging, Pierre eager sought her depths with his tongue, exploring them thoroughly before returning to the eager, throbbing clit.
When at last she was so moist that her pussy was drooling steadily with a combination of Pierre's saliva and the juices of her own passion, Pierre slid up further, until his face was against Marcie's.
Then, Pierre reached down and grasped his huge erection.
"Can you come down a little lower?" he asked.
Seeing what he was trying to do, Marcie slid her knees back a little, bringing her pelvis lower.
Jack rode down with her, his thick, stiff prick firmly imbedded in her rectum.
"That's good," Pierre said.
He was able to get the thick, round head of his erect cock into her eager vagina, but the angle was not quite right.
"Can you come forward a little?" He asked.
Marcie moved up a few inches.
Pierre felt the tip of his prick find the deep entrance.
Then, with a smooth, upward thrust of his hips, he was inside her pussy, feeling the pressure of Jacks monster through the wall of guts that separated it from his own.
Marcie was almost flat on top of Pierre and Jack was on top of her, but neither Marcie nor Pierre felt any heaviness, Jacks gigantic, muscular arms still supporting most of his weight even in that almost prone position.
They lay perfectly still for a moment, everyone getting accustomed to the position, Marcie sandwiched between the two perfect specimens, each representing a different kind of male perfection, resembling each other only in the length and thickness of their big, black cocks.
Then, all parties satisfied that everything was where it was supposed to be, the motion started.
Nobody was sure who tried to move first, or perhaps all three were inspired at the same moment.
But however it started, start it did.
Slowly at first, the up and down motion small and gentle, they began to bounce up and down.
At first, their movements were clumsy, uncoordinated.
Gradually, they developed into a sequence.
Jack would thrust downward as Pierre drew back.
Then, as Pierre thrust into Marcie, Jack would take his up stroke.
But the marvel of the female body is its flexibility.
As both of Marcie's lower entrances became more and more flexible, it became possible for both Jack and Pierre to thrust into her at the same time, their hot flesh slamming into her, front and back, as the huge black cocks filled her insides completely.
On and on they drove, intensity increasing, strokes becoming faster and stronger.
Marcie was being carried on the wings of ecstasy, the heat of her own passion combining with that of her invaders, the perspiration of the three of them combining into huge droplets, the droplets into rivers running off them and soaking the sheets.
Then Marcie, no longer content with merely receiving her amorous pounding front and back, began moving the only way she could.
Rotating her hips in a circular motion, now she could feel both the giant organs reaming her insides from all angles.
"Oh, that's perfect!" she exclaimed. "Fill me with those big, black cocks. Keep it going. Go on this way forever! Oh, it feels so good!"
Up and down, back and forth, on and on they ground.
As her passion mounted, Marcie was unable to resist Pierre's handsome face before her.
She closed her eyes and forced his mouth open with her tongue.
Their tongues felt each other and their saliva intermingled.
Now all three of her openings were occupied and very, very busy.
It seemed to Marcie as though not one fraction of an inch of her, inside or out, was not swimming in the moisture and heart of passion.
She was wallowing in ecstasy, her insides crammed to their fullest with hot, thick, throbbing black erections.
More than that, they seemed to have a life and mind of their own, existing solely to give her the sensations she was now feeling.
They seemed to move perfectly, catering to her every whim and imagine before she herself realized it. She had options: Either she could simply relax and enjoy it, or she could actively participate.
Each choice brought its own kind of pleasure.
If she relaxed, securely pinned between the two men, held by their strength and passion, ecstasy poured into her on effortless waves of pleasure; if she chose to move her ass, then she was in absolute control, tireless and all-powerful.
She alternated between the two modes as the mood struck her.
Tearing her mouth away from Pierre's face, she turned and shouted over her shoulder, "Give me some big, hard shots, Jack!"
"You got it!"
"Oh! Oh! Ooof! Aah!"
The exclamations escaped her each time that Jack pulled almost all the way out, then drove back into her, his hard abdominal muscles bouncing off the cheeks of her ass.
Not to be outdone, Pierre, underneath her, moved his hips back and forth, his huge, stiff dong traversing her insides like a giant metronome, keeping perfect time with Jack's lunges.
"Oh, oh," Jack said and both the others knew what he meant.
Very rapidly, surprising him, his throbbing prick felt the signals from deep inside him rise and overtake his control, the thick bursts of his orgasm flooding Marcie's ass even as Pierre also came.
Marcie felt herself filling fore and aft, the sensation pushing her over the edge of her own climax.
All three finished together.
They all took separate showers.
Marcie lay back on the bed, eyes closed.
Suddenly, she felt something thick, firm, and hot against her lips.
It was Pierre's prick.
Needing no further urging, Marcie took him into her mouth and quickly sucked him hard as he straddled her face.
Below, she felt a tongue invade her cunt as Jack began eating her expertly, arousing her, making her feel her clit grow hard as, once again, her juices began to flow.
When Jack stuck his turgid monster into her cunt, it caused her to redouble her efforts on Pierre's hot, throbbing cock.
This time, all three of them were completely unrestrained.
J ack was fucking her pussy as hard as he could.
Pierre was fucking her mouth, jamming his prick down her throat again and again, not content with passively receiving a blow job.
Now Marcie could feel Jack's full power as, muscles strutted and glistening with sweat, he pumped away, now thrusting in and out, now rotating his pelvis, but always driving that black, gigantic staff with its huge, bulging head in, in, into her.
Marcie was loving every minute of it.
And, because this was round two, both men had great staying power without even trying to hold back.
This time, they were much more relaxed, able to enjoy themselves and each other totally without any restraint.
Gripping the head board of the bed for better balance, Pierre suddenly accelerated the motion of his hips.
His thrusts, powerful enough before, now redoubled in speed and intensity, his strokes longer, harder, faster, his rotations wilder.
Marcie's involuntary exclamations of pleasure were muffled by the huge cock in her throat. Her legs bicycled wildly in the air on each side of Jack as he plunged savagely into her.
This time, the men welcomed the pulsing of their climaxes when it came, letting it plunge forward to the full ecstasy that prompted their sperm to discharge, exploding into Marcie's throat and cunt in rapid bursts.
Once again, that was all it took to drive Marcie over the edge, the powerful muscles of her vagina contracting to milk Jack's monster of its last drop as her throat muscles did the same with Pierre's pulsing dong.
They fell apart and lay in a heap, totally relaxed, not caring to move for the moment.
Marcie snuck a peek at her watch on the night stand.
"Well, fellows, I hate to break this up, but I've got to run soon. Ladies first in the shower?" "Sure." "Yeah."
When she came out of the shower, Jack and Pierre were seated, still naked, talking.
"Looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship," she remarks.
"Pierre here is one cool dude," Jack said.
"-likewise with Jack," Pierre nodded.
"Hey, that's great," Marcie said. "Maybe we can party a little longer next time."
"Fine with me," Pierre said.
"Yeah, thass cool," Jack agreed.
Marcie dressed quickly and blew both of them a kiss as she left the room.
Helen drove up as she closed the door softly behind her.
THE END
IN CONCLUSION
Space considerations, alas, preclude a full telling of our tale. However, you be pleased to know that after answering the best query letters from their newsletter ad, Marcie & Helen picked a real winner, a big black stud with a grade four education hung like a flagpole.
We're talking a guy who fellates himself for foreplay, all right?
Needless to say, he gave both girls the fucking they desired and deserved and craved, before they returned to college. The only question was whether or not the usual fare of college boys would be sufficient to satisfy those two black-initiated cunts. Well ... obviously not.
