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CHAPTER ONE

The lovely blonde woman was screaming at her husband, "Did it ever dawn on you that I'm interested in other things besides the names of the state capitals?" She was shouting with such vehemence that her large breasts were visibly shaking through the pullover sweater. "If you ever put away your stupid geography books and took a look around at the real world, you might see that there's more to life than knowing that the capital of South Dakota is Pierre."

"That's important, Connie," her husband, Herschel, replied.

"Ha!" she screamed. "Nobody cares except the people who live in Pierre, South Dakota. Nobody!"

Her husband bowed his head and whimpered.

"And that's another thing that I can't stand. Your stupid whimpering. When you argue with me, be a man-damn it! Show some fucking grit." For Connie to use the word "damn" was a major event. For her to use the word "fucking" was unheard of.

Herschel continued to sniff.

Connie turned and looked at him with her dazzling blue eyes. "Good grief! Is that all you geographers know how to do-cry whenever someone challenges your ignoramus profession."

He stopped sobbing just long enough to say, "It's not an ignoramus profession, Connie. It's paid our bills for the past decade, hasn't it?"

"Be serious," she said with a sneer. "We live like paupers. We can barely pay our rent. Neither of us has had a new wardrobe in over five years. We wouldn't even have any furniture if my aunt Ethel hadn't died and willed us hers. Furthermore, look at how many years of schooling you have. What is it-twenty-including your Ph.D.? "

"Yes."

"Ha!" she laughed. "Twenty years of schooling and you could make more as a high school dropout managing a McDonald's. John went to night school at the local junior college for six months and makes more than you. Harry drives a bus and makes twice as much."

Herschel was in tears again. "The only thing that I know is geography, Connie. I never bothered to study anything else. Let's drop this conversation, okay."

"Let's not. I'm tired of your stupid geography conversations. I'm tired of your questions about geography. I'm tired of you-you fucking geographer. "

Poor Herschel didn't know what to do. He was at an impasse. Whenever someone condemned his profession, he could usually bullshit his way out of the situation by pulling the old "I've got a Ph.D. and you don't," routine. But that argument wouldn't work on his lovely wife. She knew the score. He couldn't bullshit her.

He looked at her and noted that she was beautiful even when she was angry. Nothing detracted from her attractive appearance. When she got mad her blue eyes became bluer, her large breasts became larger, and her narrow waist became narrower. And he could have sworn that her blonde hair became blonder. He had no idea what he had done to deserve such a lovely creature.

Recently, she had become increasingly angry. She was frustrated with her life in a small university town. She wanted to see and do things now, while she was still young enough to enjoy them. She didn't want to wait until she was an old dried-up prune, living off of her spouse's life insurance.

Herschel had noticed this change in attitude. He thought it might he blamed on her increasing sexual appetite. She seemed to be especially hungry for sex the past few months. He had seen her sleeping with a hand on her pussy, and had also seen her rubbing it while seated at the dinner table. Well, if that was the problem, he could do something about it.

"I've got an idea," he said. "Let's go to bed and make love."

She looked at him in disbelief. "Don't make me laugh. You're the lousiest lover this side of the Continental Divide. Pee Wee Herman would be better in the sack than you."

Herschel hung his head and started crying uncontrollably. The criticism was slicing like a knife through his self-esteem. First, she had knocked his career, then she had challenged his manhood, now she was making vile comments about his sexual performance.

"Oh no!" she screamed. "I'm getting out of here while I still have my sanity. Cry yourself to sleep, you crybaby."

Connie picked up her purse, slammed the front door, and rushed away from the house. Herschel watched her walk down the front steps and realized that everything she said was true. He didn't have any brains, he didn't have any grit, and he couldn't maintain an erection. If only he'd made the football team in high school, or had at least tried out for a team sport, maybe he would have developed the fortitude and determination it took to succeed in life. But alas, he had chosen to study stupid fucking , geography-the most worthless discipline still taught in academia, and as a result he had wound up at the bottom of the Heap of Life. He couldn't even make enough money to support a gorgeous wife like Connie. He sniffed several times very loudly.

Connie strolled down the street to Bev's house. Along the way, she swayed her ass seductively, thus providing a savory sight for every male in the neighborhood.

There was no doubt that she possessed a gorgeous body. She was tall, narrow-waisted, long-legged, and symmetrically proportioned. She always wore tight-fitting jeans that highlighted her firm posterior, or a pullover sweater that emphasized her ample breasts. Furthermore, her posture was perfect. She always stood straight and erect and kept her head held high. As a result, her magnificent breasts were displayed in luscious eye-popping splendor.

Whenever she went shopping, the male cashiers always stared at her nipples. They all wanted to suck on them. Whenever she went to the bank, the male tellers always stared at her lips. They all wanted them wrapped around their cocks. Whenever she went to a restaurant, the waiters always stared at her ass. They all wanted to comhole it.

Every man in town wanted to spread her out and fuck her. She had no idea how many penises she hardened, nor how many erotic fantasies she induced. And she certainly didn't realize that hundreds of pricks were being pounded into ejaculatory release every night because of her. Young ones, old ones, middle-aged ones. She could have had any man in town. Just how she wound up with a loser like Herschel was anybody's guess.

They were complete opposites. She was blonde, he was dark-haired and bald. She was sexy, he was sexless. She was in terrific physical shape, whereas he looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy. She was extroverted and wore a charming smile in public. He was introverted and always had a permanent shit-faced expression. She was well-coordinated, whereas he was a total klutz.

Perhaps she proved the axiom that opposites attract. Unfortunately, in a marriage at least, the novelty wears off after a while.

Connie stepped onto Bev's front porch and rang the doorbell. In several minutes her friend answered, "Oh hi, come on in."

They had been friends for a very long time and could tell when something was bothering the other. "What's wrong?" Bev asked.

"Herschel and I just had another fight."

Bev bit her lower lip and asked, "Was it about his idiotic profession of geography again?"

"You've got it. I've had it with his infantile allegiance to that pauper discipline. I swear, when I married a Ph.D. I had no idea that I would be living in the same financial straits that I lived in when I was a struggling college student. I should have married the mailman-at least he has a future."

Bev stepped forward and embraced her. "I hate it when you're distraught. You always look so pretty otherwise. Come on in."

They were a study in contrasts. Bev was brunette, Connie was blonde. Bev was always fun-loving and perky, Connie was more reserved. Bev was adventuresome, Connie was cautious. Bev was nearly six inches shorter than her friend, yet she had an equally appealing body. More compact rather than voluptuous.

Connie stepped through the doorway and into the spacious living room. She sat on the new sofa. She couldn't get over how nice the house was furnished. It made hers look like a halfway house for transients.

"I swear, Bev! Your place looks fabulous."

"I just had it redecorated. How do you like it?"

"It's wonderful. Did you only do the living room?"

"No. I decided to go all out. I had the entire house redone. My bedroom, the guest bedroom, the bathrooms--everything."

"Wow!" Connie exclaimed. "I must confess that I'm a bit jealous. I would love to undertake something like this, but we can't afford it."

Connie sat in silence and grew pensive. Bev sat beside her and asked, "Now, tell me everything that's on your mind."

A tear welled in Connie's eye. "Thanks. You're always a friend when I need one." She wiped her eye and said, "I don't know what's wrong. I feel that life is passing me by."

"Oh don't say that," consoled Bev. "You're still beautiful. You're still young."

"I may be fairly good-looking, but I can't kid myself. I'm not that young anymore."

"Silly girl, you're only in your early thirties. I wouldn't call that 'old'. "

"Nevertheless, I'm beginning to feel old."

"Physically?" Bev inquired.

"No. I'm in great physical shape. I'm beginning to feel old psychologically. I want more out of life, but I'm not experiencing it. As a result, I feel that time, and life itself, is passing me by. I want to feel alive, damn it! Not like I'm merely existing as an extra in a small town play."

"My god, Connie! You must really be down in the dumps. I never hear you swear."

"Yea, I know. A little while ago I used the word 'fucking' when I was arguing with Herschel."

"Good for you," Bev laughed. "I use it all the time. It's the most useful word in the English language."

"It may be useful, but it's not very lady-like."

"The fuck you say?" Bev said with a smile.

Connie looked at her and laughed. That was the great thing about Bev-she knew how to handle life. She couldn't tolerate bullshit rules nor outmoded parameters of behavior. To her, life was meant for living. Fuck what others thought.

Bev got up and made a cup of coffee. When she returned Connie asked, "So, where have you been keeping yourself? You haven't been around much lately."

"I've got a new boyfriend."

"Really!" Connie said, surprised. "I didn't know that. Tell me all about him."

"I met him about three weeks ago at a bar called O'Malley's. He came over and started talking. We seemed to hit it off right from the start. Later we danced and had a great time. I had never been out with a black man before...."

"He's ... black?" Connie said with hesitation.

"Yes. And I've never enjoyed sex so much. That first night he walked me home, I knew I just had to have him. My curiosity was driving me wild."

"You did it on your first date?" Connie was surprised. "Really!"

"He was so damn good-looking that I didn't have the willpower to refuse him if I had wanted. Tall, dark, and handsome-what more could a woman want. And I swear," she said with a wink, "he had muscles in places where I didn't even know men had body parts. His arms, his legs, even his fingers."

Connie giggled while playing with her coffee cup. She was having fun for the first time that day. But she became reflective, "I wish that Herschel were more muscular. Whenever we make love, it's like I'm holding onto a fat slab of beef. I don't think he has a single developed muscle anywhere. Everything beneath his skin is composed of doughnut batter and creampuff. He reminds me of Porky Pig."

Bev leaned back on the couch with a beatific expression on her face. "You certainly can't say that about Jack. He's a walking, talking Hercules."

Connie smiled and whispered, "I don't know how to ask this, but is it true what they say about black men?"

"Just what do you want me to tell you about?" Bev teased. "You know. Don't be coy."

"See, Connie! You're curious too!" They both giggled.

Bev caught her breath and explained, "I can tell you that we made love so often that first night that my vagina was sore for a week. Ever since, we've been going at it regularly. Sometimes as much as eight times per day. It's like they say in those sex magazines: When it's good, it really feels like the Fourth of July, Christmas, and one's birthday all wrapped up in one marvelous package. Jack is a real man, Connie. The first one that I've ever had. And he makes me feel like a real woman."

Bev looked at Connie and said yearningly, "I can't wait to see him again. I want to do it until dawn."

"Oh poo!" Connie said. "You've never been a repeater. I know you."

"That was before I met Jack. With all those other men, sex wasn't worth the effort. But with him ... well, it's hard to confess, but I can't wait to see him so that I can spread my legs as far apart as possible."

Connie blushed deeply and said, "Really!"

"Don't sound so surprised. You'd have the same reaction if you'd seen the size of Jack's dong. He has at least twelve inches hanging between his legs."

Connie gasped, "No way."

"I'm serious. And it's as big around as a baseball bat."

Connie looked at her friend to see if she were teasing. When she realized that she wasn't, she said, "I always heard that there were men like that, but

I thought that those stories were developed in somebody's imagination."

"Jack isn't a figment of anyone's imagination," Bev said. "He's a living, breathing, ever-satisfying love machine-always willing and ready to hump."

Connie, who had a habit a voicing her thoughts aloud, said, "Do you think that the two of you could make room in that bed for a woman like me? I need a good screw. I haven't had one in over a decade of marriage."

Bev, who had long been interested in sexual experimentation, saw a golden opportunity to experience the joys of an interracial menage-a-trois with an extremely attractive companion. "Sure. Why not?"

There was a long silence. Slowly the implications sank in. Connie's eyebrows rose and she asked with a start, "I hope that you're not serious? I was only joking for crying out loud!"

Bev looked at her with an inquiring expression and asked, "Haven't you ever wanted to abandon your Midwestern propriety and live for the moment? You know, the way the college kids did back in the 1960's."

"Oh ha!" Connie laughed. "I couldn't possibly do something like that."

"Why not?" Bev asked levelly. "Just a little while ago you said that life was passing you by."

"Because ... because ... I'm Herschel's wife."

"Connie, you're so old fashioned. Life is not a commitment to outworn and silly traditional values. It's spontaneity. According to the latest Hite Report, over seventy percent of American women cheat on their husbands. And most of them would rather give up their spouses instead of their lovers. This is the 1990's. Wake up girl and live!"

Connie sighed, "I guess I am old-fashioned. I have outworn values inbred in me. I know it's unusual for a modern woman to be married for ten years, and not to have fooled around. I guess I don't have what it takes to be a wanton woman."

"Are you kidding? You've got the shape that men go crazy for. Besides, I bet you'd be wanton if you met Jack. He has an incredible effect on women. Whenever we walk into a restaurant, I see women turn their heads to look at him."

"No thanks. Besides, I don't think that you'd share that dreamboat with anybody."

"I'd share him. I just don't think you have enough courage to take a slice of the pie. You are always raving to your husband for him to change his life, but look at yourself. You never do a thing to change yours."

Connie paused and thought for a moment. And the more that she thought, the truer those words rang. She was a hypocrite. Plain and simple. like so many women, she would nag the husband to change his ways, but never act on her own advice.

If she expected Herschel to abandon his field of geography, the least she could do would be to abandon her double standards.

Bev saw that her friend was carefully weighing matters. "It's up to you. I just know that if I were married to a dullard like Herschel, I'd be looking for some extramarital excitement. What did you ever see in him in the first place?"

"Security. That and nothing else. I thought he had a tremendous future, wanting to be a young professor and all, but he chose the wrong discipline. But belive me, my life is more insecure than if I were married to Charles Manson."

She paused for a moment. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I do need something to liven up my life. I just don't know what. I'm so confused."

Bev leaned over and embraced Connie. "Why don't you spend the night? We need to spend some time together-just the two of us. Besides, you need to have some time away from your house and your hubby. Furthermore, it'll give you time to appraise things-reassess your situation. What do you say? C'mon."

"What will I tell Herschel?"

"Tell him that you want to spend the night with me. Women supporting each other-you remember the feminist rhetoric from that Women's Studies class we took last fall."

"I don't know...."

"My god, Connie!" Bev said in disbelief. "There's no law which states that a woman can't spend one night with her best friend-especially after she's had a fight with the hubby."

Connie laughed. "All right. I'll do it." She reached out and shook Bev's hand as if completing a corporate business deal. "I'll pack my overnight bag and be back shortly." She then turned and hurried out the door with a smile on her face.

Bev watched her friend's ass sway seductively back and forth for a moment. Yes, Connie really did have a very lovely ass. Firm and shapely. Bev couldn't wait to see it in the nude later that night.

When Connie was out of sight, Bev picked up the telephone and called Jack. After all, the makings of a first-rate sexual experiment was underway.

Jack was busy sleeping when he heard the phone ring. He had been having an erotic dream in which he was the central attraction at an interracial orgy. He was surrounded by a group of lovely blonde pussies-every one of them yearning to be stuffed with cock and expecting to be filled with his.

He reached over and picked up the receiver. "Hello," he answered.

"Jack darling, how would you like to be the main entre in a threesome?"

He recognized Bev's voice, but didn't know if he had heard correctly. "Say what?" he inquired.

"How would you like the be part of a threesome?" she repeated.

"Only two girls and me," he warned. "Not two guys and a girl."

"That's what I have in mind."

"I must be dreaming. Did I die and go to heaven?" he asked.

"No. You're still a penis-god on earth."

"I bet you say that to all the black studs." Bev laughed. "You're the only one, and you know it."

"So, who did you have in mind?" he asked. "She isn't some baggy old widow looking for a few kicks, is she?"

"No, no, no. I don't want my main man screwing any old hags. I'm talking about that sweet young thing who lives right across the street. Her name's Connie and she's a good friend."

Jack tried to remember. Suddenly, he sat up. "You don't mean that gorgeous blonde who's married to that professor, do you?"

"That's the one."

"Oh wow! Are you sure?"

"That sweet little honey's coming over to spend the night. She doesn't yet know that you're going to be here, but I have a hunch that if she sees you she'll rip her panties off."

"But that babe looks like she could get laid anywhere, anytime, anyplace. Every guy in town must fantasize about her every night. What makes you think that she'll want to fuck me?"

"Because I challenged her."

"Uh oh," Jack sighed. "She has a race hang-up right? Well, if that's the case, count me out. I'm not fucking some racist to prove a point."

"No, no, no! It's nothing like that at all. She and her hubby haven't been hitting it off below the waistline-if you know what I mean. Before she accepted the invitation to spend the night, she floated the idea of sharing you...."

"You're kidding?" he laughed.

"No bullshit. When I told her about the size of your cock, she became curious and wanted to know more."

"What makes you think she'll participate in a threesome? Has she ever done anything like this before?"

"No. I don't think she's even had an extramarital affair. But I know she's ripe for picking. She shows all the signs. With a little help from a bottle of liquor I believe that she can be led anywhere."

Jack chuckled. "I'll leave it in your hands, Pied Piper, and I'll show up rain, shine, or hail. I wouldn't miss a chance to partake in this threesome."

"Good. See you tonight. Bye."

After Bev hung up, Jack remembered what a terrific fuck she was. That petite little white body of hers always spread out on top of his black torso, moaning and groaning while he plunged away at her tight little vagina. He laughed when he remembered their first time together. She said that she had never been that wanton before. Hell! Any woman could fuck up a storm if she would only let herself go. Of course, middle-class white women had so many hang-ups about sex that it was a wonder any of them ever spread their legs. They had invented so many taboos, that it was a miracle the white race procreated at all. Although it had to be said that once a white female gave up thinking she had a golden vagina, she could fully enjoy the glorious wonders of uninhibited and unrestrained fucking.

He rolled over in bed and chuckled. He couldn't believe how easy it was to get white women into bed. It was as if they were craving black cock all of their lives. All of them literally went wild over the sight of a big dark-skinned, blue-veined, dick. The bigger the better.

Maybe their was something genetic about white women that made them salivate over naked black males. Of course, he hadn't met all of them, but the truly attractive ones seemed to be very prone to put out for dark meat.

He smiled and said aloud, "Well, the racists can keep the fatties, the dogs, and the uglies for themselves. As long as I get to share the pretty ones, that's all that matters."

He thought again of the voluptuous blonde who lived across the street from Bev. Boy! She was a looker! Any hubbie who didn't regularly screw a woman like that needed serious psychological help. From all appearances it looked like she possessed a pussy that just wouldn't quit. Maybe all she needed was a little sexual stimulation from a well-hung man like himself.

He reached down between his thighs and felt his stiffening penis. Yes, the gods who handed out dicks had been good to him. They had endowed him with a king-size rolling pin and a scrotum the size of a coconut. Even as a youngster, he had been the star of his gym class. During the shower, the other boys would look at his equipment in amazement and envy. They all wanted an organ the size of his, for they would gawk at him in wide-eyed wonder whenever he was nude.

In college, matters only got worse, primarily because his penis wouldn't stop growing. He thought that it would cease at nine inches, but by his sophomore year he had an even foot-long schlong. Once the word spread around campus about his tremendous size, women came from all over just to sample it. Not only female students, but working women, housewives, and female faculty members. They brought rulers, tape measures, and protractors. One woman came by with a calculator and said, "Give me a mile of that beauty." So, he fucked into her 5280 times.

Soon, he realized that his monster dick was a tremendous asset. Thus, he proceeded to use it wisely. He saved it for only the choicest pussies available.

That's how he wound up with Bev. Although he preferred blondes, she was definitely top sirloin for a brunette. He first saw her sitting on a barstool, leaning forward. Her pert little ass was thrust outward slightly, just begging to be felt and petted. Over the years he'd been able to tell a good fuck by the outward swelling of a female's ass. Skinny and sagging asses generally indicated an uptight bitch. Slightly rounded ones generally indicated a hungry pussy. Bev's certainly met the latter criteria.

Of course, having a nice body wasn't enough. A woman also had to have a pretty face and a nice smile.

Bev also met those criteria.

Over the years he had learned that good-looking women generally hung around with other good-looking women. Hence, if a man got to know one, he got to know a lot-sort of like a pyramid of pussies. As a result of meeting Bev-and giving her a good fuck-he was about to meet Connie. No doubt she too would want to be serviced.

Well, he wouldn't disappoint her.

CHAPTER TWO

Bev and Connie had been chit-chatting about various things when Bev heard the unmistakable sound of Jack's car in the driveway. She got up from the sofa, looked out the front window, and saw Jack's car. "Oh! Here he is."

"Who?" Connie asked.

"Jack. He said that he'd stop by for a few minutes. I hope that you don't mind."

"Of course not." Connie stepped to the window, saw a tall black man getting out of his car, and said, "My goodness! He's absolutely gorgeous!"

Jack looked and saw the two lovely women standing at the window, waving at him. There figures were magnificent, as indicated by the soft light shimmering in the background, casting them in silhouette. The brunette had already proven to be a terrific fuck, the blonde promised the same.

Bev turned to Connie and smiled. She knew that her friend was aroused at the sight of Jack. But then, what woman wouldn't be? After all, he stood over six-four, and had the physique of an Olympic Decathlon champion.

His skin was a deep dark bronze-not black. His eyes were a piercing brown and his nose was distinctive. His shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow. His body obviously possessed a washboard stomach and well-defined sinewy muscles all over.

His forehead was high and his jawline was angular. He even had a cleft on his chin. He didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He did, in fact, look like a living breathing love machine. A black Adonis. A dark-skinned Hercules.

Overall, he exuded a sense of intelligence, sophistication, and confidence. He dressed with impeccable taste, and walked with a regal stride. One immediately got the impression that he was a man's man.

Suddenly, Connie found it hard to breathe. Her breath came in tiny little gasps. She was very turned on by the sight of this man. Her nether regions began to tingle.

Bev ran to the door and met him just as he rang the doorbell.

"Hello, Jack."

"Hello doll," he said as he embraced her. He commenced to French kiss her deeply.

Connie, had never seen a black man embrace, nor kiss, a white woman from a close distanced It was mildly shocking, but also highly erotic. She couldn't comprehend what type of emotions Bev was feeling at that very moment. Did Jack produce a taboo thrill when he probed her dainty mouth with his lengthy tongue? Did his manly scent generate an electric jolt in her womanly senses? Was there a slight amount of moisture between her thighs? These were things that Connie had no way of knowing, for she had never had a black boyfriend.

Bev broke the kiss and said, "Jack, I want you to meet Connie." She pointed in her friend's direction.

He turned, smiled, and said, "Hi Connie. I'm glad to meet you."

His attractive smile nearly melted her heart right there on the spot. Never before had she seen such perfect teeth on a man. "Hi.. hi, Jack," she stuttered like an embarrassed schoolgirl. She didn't believe in love at first sight, but he certainly possessed the physical attributes that made her forget she was married.

"You're that teacher's wife, aren't you?" he asked. "Who?" she said, forgetting completely about Herschel.

"You're married to that teacher who lives across the street?" he asked again, knowing full well the emotional impact that he was having on her.

"Yes. Why yes. I am," she stuttered.

Jack looked her over and developed an instant erection. She was everything that a man could possibly want in a woman. She had an innocent face, expressive eyes, and long legs. Her breasts were large, her waist was thin and tapered, and her hips were firm and shapely. Her tits were clearly discernible beneath her pullover and the nipples had hardened into pert little nubbins. They were poking their heads against the cloth. If she weren't wearing a bra he would have been able to see her aureoles.

Jack had a very hard time looking at her eyes, because her body was so magnificent and appealing. To put it mildly, she looked "Finger lickin' good."

His dick had a mind of its own. It wanted to slide into her cunt right then and there. Pre-ejaculatory cum was rising in his balls, wanting to be released. But, that would have to wait. Preliminary social pleasantries were required before a man got down to the real business of life. Bullshit was a necessity in every endeavor.

In the meantime, Connie tried to make a comparison between Jack and some black celebrities. She thought he looked a little like Sidney Poitier, but in reality he was much more handsome. Taller, more muscular, having much more manly features. And his eyes were a knockout. They were a deep dark brown, flecked with gold, which reminded her of jasper.

Jack was engaged in other thoughts. Beneath that white pullover sweater of hers he knew were the nicest pair of white jugs in the city. The only mystery was how large were the nipples. Were they as big as nickels, the size of quarters, or the size of half-dollars? He hoped that they were the latter for his lips yearned to suck on them.

Knowing what was on Jack's mind, Bev asked, "So, how about a few drinks?"

"That sounds great," he replied.

"I'll get the wine, while Connie gets the wine glasses from the China cabinet."

Connie stood transfixed for a moment, gazing at Jack. She thought she had been asked to do something, but wasn't quite sure. She was only aware of the extraordinarily handsome man standing before her.

Jack cleared his throat and said, "I think that Bev addressed you."

"Oh! I'm sorry. What did you want, Bev."

"Could you get the wine glasses from the China cabinet?"

"Sure. Sure." She walked over to the cabinet, looked for a few seconds, and said, "I don't see them."

"They're in the bottom drawer," Bev replied.

Connie bent down, causing the material of her jeans to stretch tightly across her buttocks. Bev nudged Jack in the ribs. This was the view she had been hoping for. She wanted Jack to take a good look at Connie's outstretched ass.

He turned and looked. From the smile on his face there was no doubt that he considered the blonde bombshell to be imminently fuckable. Connie had that rare type of ass that men dream about. Firm, rounded, and womanly. It belonged generally to tall women, and primarily to blondes. Connie had it, Bev admired it, and Jack wanted it. If everything went according to plan, he would have it in only a matter of hours.

Meanwhile, his erection hardened from a rock-hard staff to a steel rod. Wow! He wanted to stick it in that babe. He would need to watch himself, otherwise he would attempt to press matters, and in so doing, screw up the evening.

Bev kissed him on the cheek and reached down to pat his crotch with her hand. If an erection were present it was a sure sign that Connie met Jack's expectations of a fuckable female. Bev had learned how to gage fuckability from watching porno movies with Jack. They would sit and view a couple of flicks together, and she would pet his dick every time a new "actress" appeared on the screen. The firmer his dick, the higher rating that actress received on their fuckability chart. Connie would have definitely rated a "10" for the hard-on she induced. Jack's penis felt as if it were made of granite. Of course, Connie's firm ass would give a hard-on to a eunuch.

Connie retrieved the wine glasses and stood-up, totally unaware of what had transpired behind her. She walked back to the coffee table as innocent as a lamb.

The three sat down and began chit-chatting over wine about the weather and other worthless bullshit. Jack kept his eyes riveted on Connie's crotch most of the time. He kept wondering if she were a natural blonde. He would soon know the answer to that.

A dozen glasses of fine wine passed down their gullets and into their tummies until all of them were slightly smashed. When Bev was certain that her friend was tipsy, she changed the topic of conversation. "If Connie seems a little down in the dumps it's because she and her hubby have just had another fight."

"Oh Bev!" said Connie with a slight hint of intoxication. "There's no need to bother Jack with my petty problems."

He replied, "I would hardly call marital difficulties petty. Couples have been known to kill each other over seemingly trivial matters. It's always better to talk over problems with friends."

Connie looked at Bev with mild contempt for bringing up the subject, and at Jack with a marked appreciation for his concern. She said in a near whisper, "I'm fed up with my husband's dismal take home salary as a geographer."

Jack looked at her with surprise. "I thought that a Ph.D. guaranteed good money?"

"Well, he has a Ph.D., but that doesn't mean diddly squat unless you have a tenured faculty position. Unfortunately, there are so few tenured positions in geography that Einstein wouldn't stand a chance of finding meaningful employment. And in this small town, neither do I."

"Poor baby," said Bev consolingly. She leaned over, draped her arm over her friend's shoulder, and gave a comforting hug.

Connie sniffed a few times before continuing. "I mean, look at Bev's house. She has all new furniture and a redecorated interior. New carpeting, new drapes, new everything. On the other hand, Herschel can't even afford to have our fuck carpet cleaned. I'm fed up with the low wages and dismal lifestyle of academia."

Jack scratched his head and asked, "What exactly does a geographer do? I don't think I've ever seen an ad for one in the classifieds."

Connie replied, "Don't ask me. I've been trying to figure out the answer to that question for ten years. Although the names of the state capitals seems to be of extreme importance."

"Poor, poor baby," said Bev. She looked over at Jack and winked.

He realized that this was his cue to move in on the other side of Connie and start to seduce her. "What else did you argue about?" he asked as he snuggled closer.

Connie sniffled a few times and said, "You don't really want to know."

"Yes I do, baby," he said with feigned empathy. "Come on and tell me. I want to help you any way that I can."

Bev picked up the cue. "You argued about your dismal sex life, didn't you, Connie."

"Bev! Hush! I don't want to make my personal life public knowledge."

"I apologize," Bev replied. "I was only trying to help." She turned to Jack and said, "By the way, Connie will be spending the night with us."

"Oh!" he said with a smile. "I didn't know that you had an extra bedroom?"

"I don't," she said with a wink. "She can sleep in our room."

"Oh!" he responded with understanding. He reached across Connie's shoulder and lightly grazed his fingertips against the outswelling of her breast. It was very important to make initial physical contact, if for no other reason than to test a woman's reaction. When Connie didn't jump, move away, or scream, he knew that the stage was set for the next phase of the seduction. He winked at Bev and she winked back.

Connie had heard the phrase "in our room", but didn't understand the underlying significance. She was feeling too good from all the wine she had drunk to be bothered with words anyway. And the hand massaging her breast also felt good. "Ahhh," she sighed.

Bev turned to Jack and said, "I think she's horny."

"Bev!" Connie exclaimed, momentarily waking from her slightly drunken stupor. "I am not horny. I was merely releasing a sigh."

"Hey!" Jack said. "There's nothing to worry about. I get horny all the time, but unlike a lot of white folks I always do something about it." He placed a hand on her upper thigh and started to gently rub his palm up and down-just hard enough to create an erotic sensation. "I've learned that it doesn't pay to lead a repressive life. Repression of sexual feelings only leads to sexual frustration. I think that it's about time that you learned to open up to new experiences too, Connie."

She seemed confused by what Jack was talking about and very confused by the sensual actions of his palm on her inner thigh. Also, there was the matter of his fingers on her breast.

"Look, relax," he consoled. "There's nothing wrong with admitting that you have a strong sexual appetite. A lot of women do-including Bev."

Connie seemed uncomfortable with discussing such and intimate topic with a stranger. Talking over private matters with Bev was one thing, but with Jack was an entirely new ballgame.

But he seemed to be a decent man. It was obvious that he liked her. She could tell by his eyes, and by his touch. He was feeling her breast with extreme tenderness, gently stroking it. And his other hand-oh my! It was doing delicious things between her thighs. Surely she could trust a man with such adept fingers.

"When was the last time you and your husband made love?" he asked.

"It's been about two months, maybe three," she confessed.

"Three months!" he said while giving a tender squeeze to her titty. "That's incredible! A beautiful body like yours should be serviced at least three times a day." He lightly tickled her breast.

She laughed, leaning her body more snugly against his palm. "No way. Even if I wanted it that often, Herschel could never get it up three times in twenty-four hours. He has a hard time getting it up twice a month."

Bev hugged her. "Poor baby. I had no idea that your pussy was being neglected." She reached down and cupped it with her palm.

Connie was mildly shocked by the use of that term in public and at the sensation of having someone other than herself probing at her privates. Nevertheless she allowed Bev to continue massaging the very sensitive region between her thighs.

"Does that feel better, baby?" Bev asked.

"Yes, of course," Connie sighed as she opened her thighs a little wider. She wished that she were naked so she could more fully experience the thrill taking place around her vaginal lips.

Jack said, "There's a proverb which states: A husband who knows how to use his dick keeps his wife happy."

Bev smiled and said, "I've heard that before. Is it Chinese?"

"I don't know. I think it's from the United States Navy."

Connie giggled. "I guess it's true, because my husband doesn't know how to use his dick and as a result I'm the unhappiest woman in the neighborhood."

"Poor baby," Jack replied. "It sounds to me like you're married to a monster."

"Not really," Connie laughed. "I'm married to a minnow."

"Poor, poor, baby," Bev consoled as she continued to pet Connie's pussy through the denim material of the jeans. Connie simply looked down and watched the hand slowly move up and down. After several moments, the hand was joined by Jack's. She wished that she hadn't drunk so much wine. It would be nice to know how her pleasure center was reacting.

Jack whispered in her ear, "Welcome to a new world of experience. I think that you'll find it absolutely delightful."

The wine was now flowing through her body with full force. She was finding it increasingly difficult to control her physical reaction to the probing hands. She simply gave in and spread her thighs as wide apart as her tight-fitting jeans would permit. She had to admit that she was in Seventh Heaven, and when she heard her jeans being unzipped, she knew that things were only going to get better.

Bev leaned against and whispered in her other ear, "Why don't we go into the bathroom and undress?"

"Why do we want to undress in the bathroom?" Connie asked with a smile on her face.

"Jack loves cleanliness, so I thought that we should take a shower first."

"Together?" asked Connie while undulating her pelvis against the prying hand.

"Why not?" Bev said. "It conserves water."

"Well, I guess that explains why you're an environmentalist," Connie snicker.

"Come on, Connie," Bev said. "Let's go to the bathroom. We want to be ready for Jack."

As she got up from the couch, Connie asked. "Oh! Is he staying?"

Bev paused and looked her friend in the eyes. "Only if you want him to, Connie."

Connie was feeling absolutely wonderful. Her body felt like a firecracker. Although, she had a hunch that something sinister was going to take place, she couldn't bring herself to leave. No way! Bev was her best friend. Nothing really bad would transpire. "Of course, I want Jack to stay," she said.

"Oh good!" Bev exclaimed with a joyous smile. "I knew you weren't a party pooper." She hugged her tall blonde companion and walked with her to the bathroom. At the door she turned around, winked at Jack, and said, "We'll be a while. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

"I'll be waiting," he said.

Once inside the luxurious bathroom, Bev started to remove her blouse. For a petite woman, she had one terrific body. As it came into view Connie admired the small, but perfectly proportioned breasts and the narrow waist. The nipples weren't much larger than a quarter, but they were exquisite looking. Un-like Connie's, they were coffee-colored and weren't as uptilted.

"You're very pretty," Connie said.

"Thank you." Bev replied. As she started to remove her skirt she asked, "Aren't you going to get undressed?"

Connie had been so busy looking at her friend's luscious body that she had forgotten about undressing herself. Without hesitation she removed her pullover. She attempted to remove her bra, but couldn't reach the fastener. "I'm having some difficulty. Could you help me, Bev?"

Her friend was very willing to provide assistance. She was clad in only a pair of nylon panties, but stepped behind Connie to unhook the garment. However, instead of releasing it and letting it drop to the floor, she reached from behind and felt Connie's breasts. She had wanted to do this for a very long time. Connie had such beautiful tits that it was nearly impossible to restrain oneself from touching them.

"Ummm," Bev moaned. "I can see why you wear a bra. You've got such heavy breasts."

At first Connie wanted to protest when she saw the small hands come from behind and weigh her tits, but as they cupped her swollen mounds, she decided to remain silent. Besides, the hands felt very good, especially as they began to tweak the nipples.

Connie turned around and faced Bev. She looked down and said in a near whisper, "If I didn't know-better, I'd swear that you were trying to get me into bed."

"But darling, why would I want to do that? We already have a man out there in the bedroom to take care of our needs." Bev smiled and allowed her hands to slip to the front of Connie's jeans. With a deft move, she unzipped the trousers and pulled them down.

Connie should have protested, but didn't. What would happen, would happen. She quickly kicked them off her legs.

Now the two women were clad in only their skimpy panties. They stood facing each other, each wondering what would happen next. Since Bev was a full head shorter than her friend, she was staring directly at Connie's nipples. And ironically, they seemed to be staring right back at her. She couldn't believe how beautiful they were. They stood out proudly from their breasts and were a sweet strawberry color. They seemed extremely suckable and she yearned to nurse on them. But she decided to finish undressing. After all, there would be plenty of playing around after the shower.

Bev looked up into Connie's eyes. Through some shared sense of feminine intuition, they realized that the time had come. They smiled at each other and removed their last remaining vestiges of clothing.

When the panties were cast aside, Connie looked between Bev's legs and was surprised to see that her friend had a very bushy pussy. Bev saw where Connie was looking and said, "I know. I have a hairy twat. Every man says the same thing. It's not news to me." Bev looked between Connie's legs and said, "I like yours much better. It doesn't have hardly any hair at all."

Connie blushed at the compliment. She stepped into the shower first and let the spray splash against her pretty titties. She loved the fell of the water dancing against her breast flesh and making her nipples stiffen. She liked the feel of the little rivulets trailing down her tits to the tips of her nipples and falling in droplets to the floor.

Bev looked at Connie's naked body. Un-like many large women, Connie didn't resemble an amazon. Although her breasts and hips were large, she maintained a firm, incurving stomach. It was delightful to look at. Sort of like a work of art. Bev imagined it being filled with a long hard cock.

She almost orgasmed from the thought. She wished that she had her dildo handy so she could strap it on and give Connie a thrill. Oh well, later her girlfriend would experience a lot of new thrills. There was no sense in overdoing it.

Bev stepped into the shower stall right behind Connie. She looked at her friend's back and noticed how graceful the lines were from the nape of the neck to the bottom of the buttocks. Where some women might have a little sag towards the left or the right, Connie was perfectly symmetrical along the entire length of her torso. Even her spinal column was erotic.

Bev also loved the fact that Connie had no love handles on her waist. In fact, she was devoid of any excess fat. The only place with a slight abundance of fat, was where a women most desired it-on her tits.

Bev grabbed the soap bar from the tray and began rubbing the lather onto Connie's shoulders and upper arms.

"Ahhh!" said Connie. "That feels so good."

Bev moved the bar to the small of the back and asked, "How does it feel here?"

"Ahhh!" moaned Connie. "That feels good too."

Bev moved the bar to the shapely pink buttocks and began lathering them with a generous amount of soap. She playfully squeezed each globe. "How do you like it when I lather here?" she asked.

"Ahhh! That feels good too."

Bev scrubbed a little lower, spreading the buttocks and the gently pressing the bar between the cheeks.

Connie turned around to face Bev. The blonde looked into the brunette's eyes. The brunette knew that the time had come. She lifted her lips to Connie's. The two women kissed each other deeply and passionately. Their tongues intertwined.

Connie had never been kissed by another woman before. The sensation was completely new to her.

It felt like a man, but more gentle. She reached behind Bev and drew her close. She allowed her hands to roam freely over the smaller woman's buttocks. They were tight and shapely like her own. She was glad of that. She disliked fat asses.

As the two women explored each others body, Bev reached down between them and ran the bar of soap up and down Connie's inner thighs.

Connie giggled, because she knew what was coming next. But Bev didn't rush things. She allowed her friend the pleasure of feeling the expert hands tease and tantalize the larger woman's genitals. Each time Bev's hand grazed Connie's pubic hair, Connie would gasp pleasurably.

At long last, Bev moved the bar upward and placed it in Connie's vaginal opening. It didn't take her very long to find it, because it was wide open from all the foreplay and stimulation.

Bev liked the way Connie's cunt felt. Un-like some women, it remained a compact little slit when aroused. Many girls had gapping monsters after ten years of marriage, largely because the men pummeled them so frequently. Connie's pretty pussy indicated something about the sexual inadequacy of Herschel's equipment.

Bev gently worked the bar into Connie's cunt. It felt so soft-very much like a kitten. Many times, pubic hair was wiry, but Connie's was like fur. Bev wondered what it tasted like. No doubt she would find out.

Connie was having a hard time standing up. Her breathing became difficult and her breasts started to rise and fall spasmodically. She was definitely turned on, and becoming more so with each passing moment.

Bev wrapped her lips around the taller woman's pink nipple. She never thought that sucking another woman's titty would be so delightful. Of course, Connie had perfect tits, so that probably made a difference. And she had very large nipples. Perfect for sucking.

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" Bev mumbled as she lapped away. In between making pleasant sounds of satisfaction, she swirled her tongue around the large aureola. She lifted her head and asked, "How do you feel, darling?"

"I feel ... feel ... wonderful. But I worry about falling."

"Don't worry," Bev consoled. "Just relax and lean back against the wall. Your friend Bev will take care of everything."

Connie did as she was told, and soon the bar of soap was replaced by Bev's fingers.

Bev stopped sucking the nipple and moved her tongue down the length of Connie's body. From the bottom of the beautiful breasts, across the flat plain of the abdomen, to the belly button, down to the pubic hair.

When the face was even with the pelvis, she opened her eyes and looked directly at Connie's pussy. She had never seen such a lovely piece of anatomy on a woman. There wasn't a woman alive who had a lovelier one. If hers was as pretty, she would spend all day lying in bed looking at it with a hand-held mirror.

Connie's pussy was so beautiful that it could have catapulted her into stardom in porno films. Perhaps one day it would be on the cover of an x-rated video tape. Maybe all stuffed with black cock!

Bev stared directly at the swollen blonde pussy. It had a fascination for her. She moved her face closer and sniffed the inner aroma.

Ahhh! It smelled of lilacs.

Within seconds, Bev lowered her mouth to the nether lips. At first, she merely gave a few gentle kisses. But soon, she allowed her tongue to probe into the depths.

Connie tasted delicious! Her cunt had a spring-like flavor as if fed by mountain streams. Bev began lapping at the pussy like a hungry junkyard dog.

For her part, Connie had always wanted Herschel to perform cunnilingus, but as always, he was too much of a chicken shit. "Ohhh!" she moaned whenever Bev flicked the clitoris. That fucking wimp husband of hers never took any risks-never! What a miserable sex life she had. Well, from now on things would be different.

With that thought in mind, she reached both hands between her thighs and opened her pussylips wide. She wanted to assist Bev any way that she could.

When Bev saw this brazen act, she looked up and smiled. Within seconds, she was avidly back at work, licking wildly, trying to taste as much of Connie as humanly possible.

Connie slid down the back of the shower stall until she sat her lovely ass on the rim of the tub. Bev pulled Connie's legs over her shoulder so she could more comfortably get at the blonde pussy. With the firm thighs spread wide, the luscious cunt was fully exposed for visual inspection and lingual tasting.

Bev pulled the lips apart and looked closely at the pink cavern. It was as pretty as a picture. She knew that Jack would go completely bonkers when he saw it. And from all indications, Connie appeared to have a very tight twat. Jack would go absolutely nuts when he put his dick in it.

Bev thought that it was remarkable that Connie had so little hair between her legs. Her friend was almost bald, so she asked, "Do you shave or something? The only hair you have on your pussy is a soft blonde down."

Connie could only sigh in response. She was partly in a dream-like trance and partly in a blissful dream.

Bev stuck her tongue in a little further and wiggled it back and forth in the moist realm. Eating pussy reminded her of eating a warm oyster. They were both moist on the inside, they had a similar texture, and they were infamous aphrodisiacs. Not many men could remain without an erection while eating beautiful pussy.

Except for Herschel, of course.

Bev had always wanted to perform cunnilingus on another female, but the opportunity had never before presented itself. She found it to be an exhilarating experience, proving that it truly was better to give than to receive.

She would have stayed there licking until dawn, but her tongue was getting sore. Besides, Jack was probably waiting. He would want his crack at the lovely blonde snatch as well.

Bev gave one final flick with her tongue, kissed the pussy a final time, and stood up. "Come on, honey," she said. "It's time that you and I went to meet our man."

"Thank goodness!" Connie sighed. "I'm about ready to explode."

"Save the energy. You're going to need all you can muster for what we have in store for you."

Connie smiled broadly. "Ohhh! I can't wait."

"Good," Bev said as she lightly cupped her friend's ass. "Step this way to the bedroom, you gorgeous girl."

Connie grabbed a robe from the rack, tied the sash, and stepped out of the bathroom. Bev followed immediately behind, salaciously watching Connie's beautiful ass undulate beneath the velour material.

Ah yes! She couldn't wait to spread those lovely thighs again and bury her face in that lovely muff. Mmmmm! Maybe next time it would taste of sperm!

CHAPTER THREE

If Connie hadn't experienced it, she wouldn't have believed it. She had just participated in a sexual liaison with another woman-and had enjoyed it. Furthermore, she was about to experience adultery and she wasn't the least bit afraid. She had missed participating in the Sexual Revolution. She wasn't about ready to miss participating in Bev's House of Delights.

Connie and Bev walked out of the bathroom together. They were swinging their shapely hips seductively, hoping to impress Jack with their salacious desires. After all, they both knew what was in store for them.

Jack was standing beside the bedroom door, when he turned and watched the two lovely white women saunter towards him. One blonde, one brunette. One voluptuous, one petite. One innocent, one cantankerous.

He already knew what Bev's pussy looked like, but he couldn't wait to get a look at Connie's. And, more importantly, he couldn't wait to find out what it felt like wrapped around his penis, sucking on his manhood.

That naughty thought caused his dick to twitch several times in gleeful anticipation. Although he loved Bev's tight vagina, blonde pussies fascinated him more. Maybe it was because the racial differences were more pronounced.

He didn't know. He didn't care. He simply liked to fuck.

Bev and Connie stood side-by-side. They wore mid-riff bathrobes that left most of their lovely thigh flesh exposed to view. In fact, Connie's pussy was only several inches about the hem.

There was petite little Bev, with her thin, but shapely legs, and tall Connie with her incredibly scintillating legs. He couldn't decide which to fuck first.

He knew from previous experience that Bev had a tight cunt, but Connie's might be just as tight. Physically fit women usually did.

Bev was fun to fuck, whereas Connie looked as if she might take things too seriously. He just hoped that she wasn't one of those dames who just laid there like a beached tuna and let the man do all the work. They were a real drag. Unfortunately, a lot of good-looking women had been sexually ruined by jerks like Herschel. Some of them had even turned into lesbians by the miserable experience.

Jack produced just the opposite reaction. He converted lesbians back into cock-hungry women.

Meanwhile, Bev looked at him yearningly. She couldn't wait for him to expose himself to view so she could see the reaction on Connie's face. She knew that her friend would be surprised by his dimensions because Herschel had such a teeny penis. Bev was privy to this personal information because Connie would frequently lament her hubby's shortcomings. Bev felt sorry for her, so she lent her a vibrator.

Ironically, Connie could induce an erection on any man. When Bev walked with her downtown, she would chuckle as the construction workers watched her friend's firm ass wiggle from side-to-side. Little did Connie know how many boners rose to attention due to her seductive charms.

Well, tonight she would be giving special attention to Jack's boner. She would learn the wonders of that black organ firsthand. She would know the pleasures that Bev had known, and they would magnify those pleasures as a threesome.

Bev and Connie stood side-by-side while Jack guarded the bedroom doorway.

"My dear Sir," said Bev in a feigned English accent, "can't you see that two lovely lasses are trying to retire to the boudoir?"

"I can see," replied Jack in the same tone, "but you can only pass if you pay the price of passage."

"And what is that?" chimed in Connie, getting into the spirit of the game.

Jack smiled mischievously. "First, I must see that you are truly ladies. Please remove your robes."

"But dear Sir," replied Bev in mock seriousness. "We haven't a thing on under out robes."

"You must do as I say, or you will not pass this gate."

Bev stepped behind Connie and gently lifted the robe off of her friend's shoulders. When the magnificent breasts were fully exposed Bev said, "And this, my dear Sir, is Connie. Isn't she pretty?"

Jack rubbed his cock through his own robe. "Yes. She is very pretty. But how can I be sure she is a woman? Silicone can be injected into men to make breasts like that."

Bev stood behind Connie and carefully allowed the robe to drop to the floor. She then pushed her forward by the buttocks. "As you can see, kind Sir, this is a marvelous example of womanhood. Feel the juncture between her thighs with your hand. You will see for yourself that she is very much a woman."

Connie was breathing very rapidly as she watched the black hand reach forward and stroke her mound.

"Spread your legs, Miss," Jack said. "I must make sure.

"Yes Sir," she said with a smile, enjoying this game tremendously. She spread her feet apart and squatted slightly, to give him greater access to her inner recesses.

He slid his finger along her cuntal lips several times and then said to Bev, "Why do you still wear a robe, young lady? Did I not tell you to remove it?"

She stepped out from behind Connie and replied, "Why, yes Sir. How foolish of me." Within seconds she too stood completely nude beside her friend.

Jack said, "You have much smaller breasts than your friend, Miss. Are you aware of that?"

"Yes Sir, but don't you think that they prove that I am a woman?"

"There is only one way to prove that, Miss. Spread your legs in the same manner as your friend. I must dip my finger into your liquids."

Bev did as she was told.

With his left hand probing away at Connie, and his right at Bev, he said, "Yes! Ye are both females.

And quite beautiful ones, at that. Ye may proceed to the yonder room."

"And will ye accompany us, kind Sir?" asked Bev with a teasing laugh.

"I will be with ye shortly, ladies. Please proceed before me."

As Connie stepped to the side of the bed, Bev walked over and turned on the CD player. She selected a long-playing piece of music with an unmistakable sexual beat. During the past year she had purchased hundreds of erotic rhythms. She had found that sensual music added a whole new dimension to love-making. She honestly didn't know how she fucked without it.

Men, she had learned through firsthand experience, enjoyed the erotic selections as well, because they were better able to maintain an established tempo. On one occasion, she had recorded a fucking session with Jack. It didn't turn out like she expected. She learned the hard way that sensual rhythms couldn't be achieved without professional musicians playing instruments. The continuous pounding of mattresses left a lot to be desired, musically.

Connie and Bev got into bed together. They snuggled close. "I'm glad you decided to stay tonight," Bev said without her English maiden accent.

"You're glad!" Connie replied. "I'm positively ecstatic."

Bev placed her hand on Connie's naked thigh, and then drew it upward to her pussy. "And is this piece of anatomy also positively ecstatic?"

Connie looked down and saw the manicured hand lovingly stroking her crotch. She smiled and pressed her pelvis forward. "Yes."

"We're going to have a lot more fun with your pussy before the night is through," Bev teased.

"I hope that's not merely a promise," Connie replied, pushing her pelvis into her friend's palm.

"You can count on it, darling," Bev replied.

Connie slid close enough to feel the shorter woman's body heat. Bev smiled, embraced her, and kissed her on the lips. They turned to each other and rubbed their titties together.

Bev loved the feel of Connie's large firm breasts against her small ones. She giggled and tried to make her nipples touch Connie's.

When Connie saw what her neighbor was attempting to do, she laughed as well. "I had no idea that you and Jack played those type of erotic games."

"You mean that English maiden and squire game ? "

"Yes. It was terrific. I wish that Herschel would do things like that. It makes sex much more fun."

"That's what I like about Jack. He has a very fertile imagination."

Connie giggled. "Is he fertile anywhere else?"

Bev smiled and lowered her hand to Connie's cunt. She extended a finger and deftly worked it into the hole. "Why do you ask? Is this little item between your legs curious?"

"You naughty girl!" Connie exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Just examining your fun chute, darling," Bev replied as she moved her index finger in and out."

As she wiggled her finger around inside of her friend, she remembered as a girl wishing to do this with her older sister. Bonnie resembled Connie in a lot of ways. Same voluptuous body, same heavy breasts, same innocent face. Bev never got a close look at Bonnie's pussy, but there was little doubt that it was a wonder to behold.

Alas, her sister married an Arab sheik. It was rumored that he had a dick as large as a horse. Hmmm! Maybe their was a genetic predilection for big penises in her family. She'd have to ask her mother about her father's organ.

Bev started moving her finger in and out of Connie's pussy like a miniature penis. As a result, Connie started to swoon and grow excited.

Bev leaned forward and whispered in Connie's ear, "They say that you can win a man's heart through his stomach. Well, I say that you can win a woman's heart through her cunt."

"Amen to that!" Connie said breathlessly.

Bev continued to play around in Connie's nest for a while, feeling the moisture, feeling the warmth. Every once in a while, she would remove her hand and rub the clitoris. As expected, it was standing tall and proud and waiting for action. It looked like a little raspberry poking its head out from between Connie's vaginal lips.

Bev had to be cautious and not over-stimulate the little appendage. She didn't want to wear her friend out before the real action began.

"You're gonna find this hard to believe," Connie said, "but your index finger is longer than my husband's penis."

Bev had a look of concern on her face and said, "Oh, you poor darling. Hasn't your pretty pussy ever known the pleasures of a big dick?"

Connie was near tears as she moved her pelvis back and forth in rhythm to Bev's natural explorations. "It's only known a few dicks, but nothing of any real size."

Bev looked at her and smiled. "You don't have to worry anymore. Jack's dick will soon be sliding around in this precious part of you." She kissed her friend on the lips.

Just then, Jack stepped into the bedroom. The first thing that he saw were two naked women playing with each others genitals. Bev's hand on Connie's blonde cunt; Connie's hand on Bev's brunette cunt. They broke their kiss when they saw him.

Bev turned, smiled, and said, "Our pussies are very hungry, Jack. Do you have anything to feed them?"

He stepped to the side of the bed and replied, "I don't know. Do your pussies like this?" He opened his robe and allowed his dick to plop out.

Bev smiled. "Why, that's exactly what we had in mind, isn't it, Connie?"

She was too awestruck to answer. Jack's black appendage was larger than six of Herchel's. In fact, it was as big around as her fist. Talk about a dream come true! And incredibly, it was increasing in length and girth as she looked at it.

Little butterflies felt as if they were fluttering in her ample breasts. Her nipples turned into diamond-tipped peaks. The region between her legs grew moist and little shivers of excitement coursed throughout her body.

She never felt like this when Herschel displayed himself. But then, Herschel wasn't much to look at either. He resembled a cast member from a play about the bubonic plague.

Jack, however, was the apotheosis of every woman's dream. Tall, rugged-looking, handsome, and very dark. The beefcake photos which appeared in contemporary women's magazines couldn't compare to the sight before her eyes. She had never seen a body so magnificent in all of her life. Hard, sinewy, muscles-not all pumped up like some steroid freak, but well-honed through track, field, and endurance sports. Delts, pecs, and quads all symmetrically proportioned. He represented beauty in balance. Perfection personified.

And the penis was everything that Bev had said it would be. Even more!

It appeared to be a living breathing one-eyed animal. Its enormous size and black sheen made it appear much more menacing than her husband's. But then, it was difficult to make a three-inch toothpick resemble a battering ram. If Jack's organ had been carved upon a statue, the sculpture would fall over from the weight. No fig leaf could cover it.

Bev turned to her friend while pointing to the penis and said, "I think Jack's peter likes you."

Connie had a hard time controlling her emotion. From the first second that she saw it, her pussy started to itch. She could barely contain herself once she realized that this handsome man's body would soon be atop hers, and his penis would be sliding into, and pummeling away, at her nether regions.

She almost creamed right there on the spot from anticipation and excitement.

To have a penis the size of Jack's not actively engaged in sexual intercourse twenty-four hours per day was positively unnatural. A woman had a moral obligation to take care of twelve-inch distended male organs.

Connie's mental energy was concentrated on that thick appendage. In fact, she was almost in a hypnotic trance as she studied the finer details of the head, the neck, and the shaft itself

"Are you listening, Connie?" Jack asked with a smile.

"Oh ... uh ... sure." She paused and asked, "What did you say?"

Bev giggled and replied, "I think she's calculating how many inches of your dick will fit in her tiny snatch before she loses consciousness from sheer unadulterated pleasure. Am I right, Connie?"

"Hardly," she replied. "I was simply admiring Jack's beautiful body, that's all."

"Oh ha!" Bev laughed. "I saw you. You were examining his twelve-inch dick. You looked like a teen-aged girl with a crush on the teacher. Come on, admit it."

She didn't need to pretend anymore. The true direction of her gaze had been detected. But instead of it bothering her, she shrugged it off. So what if her attention was cast at the largest penis that she had ever seen, on the only naked black male that she had ever seen? Her preoccupation with his organ was understandable given her circumstances and its dimensions.

Jack wasn't surprised by her shocked reaction. He had to go through this all the time. Every female admired the size of his organ. He could tell by the way their eyes lit up when he unzipped, or, by the way their breathing stopped when he exposed himself.

Sex researchers always said that women weren't interested in large penises. Bullshit! He knew better. Not only were they interested, they were downright fanatical over them. Once a woman discovered the glories of having a big dick in her vagina, she wouldn't accept substitutes.-likewise, once a woman discovered the pleasure of oral sex, she couldn't do without it.

Having a big dick did have its disadvantages, however. For example, Jack had to be extra cautious when slipping it into a hungry vagina. Many white women were so eager for interracial sex, that they overlooked the dangers of his enormous size. They had been so used to the tiny penises of their husbands, that they were unaware of tight fits and the associated pain.

It was for this reason why Jack always carried a tube of K-Y Jelly. No matter where he went: to the beach; to a play; to a party-he always had a tube within easy reach. So many women wanted to be serviced on the spot, that a gentleman had no choice but to oblige. Later, of course, they were always thankful for the thoughtful consideration. They might walk bow-legged for a week, but at least their vaginas were left in one piece.

Another problem associated with a large dick and huge testicles was the amount of sperm released after ejaculation. Most men and women could clean up their sexual secretions with a handkerchief. However, handkerchiefs were usually sopping wet after Jack wiped himself dry. Paper towels didn't work either. One time, he went through a whole roll of Bounty. He finally discovered that washcloths worked best. He always carried a couple in his coat pocket.

While Connie remained in a stupefied silence admiring Jack's long black dick, he looked carefully at her body. She didn't have a blemish nor a beauty mark on her flesh. Her skin was devoid of any imperfections whatsoever. Smooth, creamy, and white--she was a walking vision of loveliness.

Her arms were covered with only the fairest blonde hair, and her legs were as smooth as velvet. She didn't even have any wrinkles at the elbows!

Jack's dick stood straight and proud, twitching appreciatively, filling with blood, turning into an iron rod of flesh. It had a mind of its own. It wanted to get between those luscious thighs and fuck the daylights out of her.

The longer Connie looked at the appendage, the more fascinated she became. The slit in the head seemed to be winking at her. The head itself was larger than her husband's entire penis. She was suddenly angry at Herschel for being so poorly equipped. She was angry at herself for never before taking the initiative to commit adultery. If she had, she might have found hundreds of organs the size of the one in front of her nose.

She giggled at her thought, realizing that would be an unreal expectation. Dicks larger than Jack's didn't grow on trees. If they did, every woman would plant a forest in her backyard.

The closer she looked at the penis, the shinier it appeared. She licked her pink lips several times with the tip of her tongue, thinking of the things that she'd like to do with that pleasure shaft. She was curious to see if she could get it into her mouth. Secondly, she was anxious to taste it. She had never licked a black man's cock before. It would be interesting to see if they tasted differently. Third, she wanted to stick her tongue down the peehole. She used to love to do that with her dates back in high school. She was curious to see if she was still a tongue expert.

She had never seen so many veins on a penis before. She tried to remember her anatomy lessons. Did a black man have more veins on his dick? No, no way. That would be impossible. The large number could probably be attributed to the enormous size of this particular organ.

Connie giggled again. She wondered how many different vaginas this black appendage had burrowed into. Tens? Hundreds? Thousands? Wow! She was going to be fucked by a master!

She didn't worry about catching any infections.

She knew that Bev was one of the most fastidiously clean women around. Bev would never allow a dick to burrow into her womb without it being squeaky clean. After all, a woman had to be very careful these days about stray dicks.

The penis twitched in tempo with the beat of the music. Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa!

Suddenly Connie's breasts started to throb as well. Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa!

And her vagina. Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa!

There was very little doubt that her hormones were at an intense sexually aroused level. If needed, she would screw a bullfrog for relief. Luckily for her, she didn't have to rely on amphibians.

Bev turned to her and asked, "Are you ready for the fuck of your life, Connie?"

"I think so."

Bev turned to Jack and asked, "And are you ready to give Connie the fuck of her life?"

He replied, "Does this hard-on resemble a limp noodle?"

"That's the biggest noodle I've ever seen," Bev said.

Connie giggled and added, "That's also the hardest noodle I've ever seen."

CHAPTER FOUR

Connie spread her lovely thighs apart and reached between them to separate her pussylips as well.

"Wow!" Jack exclaimed as he looked between her legs. "You've got a beautiful box."

"Thank you," she replied. "I'm glad that you like it."

Bev brought her lips to Connie's nipple and said, "I thought that you'd be proud of her pussy. Not only does it look good, but it also tastes good."

Connie laughed. "I can't believe the way you two talk. I mean, how can you be so dirty?"

Jack pointed his index finger at her and said, "It's very simple. You have a very pretty snatch."

Bev added, "One that's meant for sucking."

"And fucking," Jack replied.

He lowered himself between her legs and placed his rock-hard dick on ground zero. He allowed the head of his penis to slither around for several minutes, giving Connie the full sensual treatment.

When the black reproductive organ touched her groin, she thought that she would faint from excitement. She couldn't wait to be filled with it. She felt like a child on Christmas Eve, waiting to open a beautifully wrapped present. However, she knew what this present contained: oodles of pleasure and gobs of sperm.

As the penis worked its way up and down her moist slit, she moaned, "Ummm, ummm, ummm." She sounded like a background singer on a poorly recorded gospel album.

"Does it feel good?" Bev asked with a sinister smile.

"Ummm, you know it does."

Jack looked into Connie's lovely blue eyes and asked, "Have you ever done it with a black man before?"

"No," she giggled. "But as of now, I'm changing that policy."

When Jack sensed that she was ready for reaming, he concentrated intensely and began poking forward.

As the big black dick started to worm its way into Connie's snatch, Bev said, "It's funny, but I could never truly sexually express myself until Jack fucked me. I think he broke down my barriers."

"You're not talking about your hymen, are you?" he teased.

Connie laughed as she rocked her pelvis back and forth to accommodate the dick's tremendous girth. "Oh! Ummm. That's funny."

Fortunately, the laughter helped to ease some of the pain of his entry. Her vagina wasn't used to such stretching. She suddenly felt empathy for women going through childbirth. Although, she had to admit, she would rather experience a royal fuck than a royal birth.

Bev reached down between Jack and Connie and gently placed her palm on the shaft, guiding it into place. Although she could testify from previous experience that he didn't need any assistance when it came to finding the hole. She was simply doing it to broaden her carnal knowledge and to be part of Connie's sexual awakening.

Jack's favorite pastime was enjoying the first inch of a new fuck. It was sort of like sipping the first drink of beer on a hot summer afternoon, or taking the first bite of a frosty snow-cone. The initial contact whetted the appetite for more. "Ahhhh!" he said aloud.

He could tell that Connie would be a very good luck. Her slit was covered with the proper amount of feminine secretion. Not too much. Not too little. Just right.

Jack remembered doing an older woman by the name of Dianne when he was a teenager. To say the least, old Di had been around a bit. She wasn't bad looking-just a little worn in the saddle. She had been married six times, had borne five children, and had been through so many lovers that she couldn't name them all. As a result, her snatch was the size of the Grand Canyon.

When old Di spread her legs it was like looking at sliced watermelon. In fact, DI's hole was so damn big that a man could drive a Mack Truck through without hitting the sides. This wasn't to say that she couldn't get horny. Far from it. She was horny-all the time. Unfortunately, when she got the urge, a man learned to leave the premises.

In comparison, Connie's pussy was a delightful little peach. It had never been fully stretched before. In fact, it felt like a virgin's.

Ahhhh!

As Jack slipped another inch into her he remembered doing quite a few virgins. He knew that some guys got off on busting hymens, but not him. The women were usually so damn scared that their fear inhibited their performance. Sex was a craft that could only be learned over a period of time. Let someone else teach the virgins how to fuck. Jack would enjoy them later.

Meanwhile Connie began to moan, "Oh Jack, Jack, Jack! You're so big, darling. I don't ... don't know if I can take it all."

He laughed. "Don't worry. Every woman says the same thing. You'll be able to take it. Just relax and let your vagina do the rest."

"Oh Jack, Jack, Jack!"

"You never had anything this big before?" asked Bev as she aided Jack with his intrusion.

"Ohhhh!" Connie moaned, in some discomfort. "Ohhhh!"

The crown of the penis had just nudged its way past her inner lips.

"Relax, baby," Jack advised. "Just relax. We'll be there in no time at all."

"Ummmm! She's as moist as a slick and slide," Bev commented.

"Ohhhh!" Connie moaned. The penis was just entering her tight little hole and proceeding forward on its journey into her inner depths.

He stopped his forward intrusion and asked, "Well, it you want any more of my little joystick, you'll have to ask for it."

"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "First ... ohhhh ... I wouldn't call it little. Secondly ... ohhhh ... you should be asking me to use my vagina. After all, you're getting as much pleasure ... ohhhh ... out of this as me."

"Very well, I'll just withdraw," he teased.

"Don't you dare!" she nearly screamed.

Bev laughed.

"Whatever you do," Connie pleaded, "don't withdraw. You feel too good. Just go ahead and fill me up."

"I told you. You have to ask me first."

"You bastard," she said with a smile. "All right. Please fill me up."

"Ask me nicely."

"You bastard!" she laughed.

"That's not what I call 'nice'. "

Bev looked at her blonde friend and said, "I think he has you by the cunt hairs, Connie. You better do as he asks."

"Oh please, Jack," Connie said with sincerity. "I need it. I need it. Oh! How I need it."

"That's better," he replied. "But what is it that you need?"

"Ohhhh! I need your cock. I need your beautiful black cock."

He gave a little thrust, but only moved his penis another fraction of an inch into her love channel. He absolutely loved this game of making women beg for his organ. It proved that women of all races and colors were exactly the same: hot for cock.

Bev looked on in wonder as the penis proceeded on its sensual mission. She was so proud of herself. How many women would share their lover-especially one having a large penis? She figured that she was giving the most precious gift in the world to her best friend. Her black lover was a catalyst for bridging friendship.

Another fraction of an inch of the blood-filled shaft slid into the pouting vagina.

"Unngh!" Connie moaned.

For a moment, Bev became very worried. What if the mammoth organ seriously injured her best friend? Could she be able to stop Jack from flicking into an injured female? Some well-hung males weren't able to quit in the middle of a screw, or at least that's the story she heard in high school.

And what if Connie died? How would she explain the situation to the cops? Could she bring herself to reveal the truth? That she had a marvelous black lover and was merely sharing his sexual equipment with a good friend!

Her fears subsided slightly when she saw that another inch had slipped into the hole.

"Unngh!" Connie moaned.

Bev imagined that her friend must feel like a virgin. She remembered that she did when Jack first made love to her. Even though she had been through a hundred or more lovers-of all sizes and shapes-

Jack's penis was the granddaddy of all. There was none bigger. Anything larger would kill a female, or leave her seriously injured.

She looked down and saw that another inch had slipped into Connie's blonde snatch.

Suddenly Connie groaned in pain. "Oh Bev! I can't take it! I can't take it! I feel like I'm being ripped apart!"

Bev held her hand as if she were being wheeled into emergency surgery. "Don't worry, darling. You'll make it! You'll make it! It just takes time, that's all."

"Unnngh!"

"Just relax," Jack consoled. "Remember to relax." He withdrew an inch or two to allow her time to adjust.

"I really don't think I can do it, Bev. I've never had one this big in me."

Bev smiled and said, "When Jack first screwed me, I thought the same thing, but in the long run it worked out. Just think how great this is going to feel once your little pussy finally gets used to it. Now, spread your legs as wide apart as possible and focus all of your mental energies on your vagina. Remember that the real reward comes when his whole organ is entirely within you."

That piece of advice seemed to do the trick. Connie really and truly did want to experience the thrill of total sex. She couldn't stop now. No way! After all, she had already accepted more than a third of the black prong.

Bev knew what her friend was thinking and said, "Just look, Connie. Just look at how much is already in you. You can't stop now. You're no quitter. Go for it."

Jack began wedging himself forward again. He paused when he saw worry lines appear on Connie's forehead. The experience really did seem to be causing her some pain and discomfort.

Incredible! Jack thought. Her husband must have the tiniest penis in the world. Her vagina feels as if it has never been used. Poor girl! She should have played around a bit with a few other lovers before she decided to do it with me.

Meanwhile, Bev continued to encourage Connie by saying, "C'mon girl! C'mon! You can do it! There! Another inch just slipped in."

"Unngh!"

Bev looked down and exclaimed. "You're almost halfway there! You're almost halfway there!"

This gave Connie encouragement. She remembered the story of the Little Engine that Could and started saying, "Unngh! I think I can. Unngh! I think I can."

Jack held her tightly by the pelvis. As he pushed forward, he began to move her whole body back and forth slightly, as if he were using her entire torso to masturbate with. He was so strong, that he could do it without much difficulty.

Sweat began seeping from Connie's pores. A film of perspiration began to cover her body. It didn't detract from her appearance, but rather enhanced it. She began to resemble a sexy aerobics instructor after a very strenuous work-out.

"Unngh!"

"C'mon girl!" Bev yelled. "You're two-thirds of the way there. C'mon! C'mon!"

Knowing she was almost there, she relaxed for a minute. She never realized that fucking could require so much effort. But then, her pussy hadn't been thoroughly stretched in nearly a decade.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jack asked, teasingly.

"Unngh! If you stop now, I'll never forgive you."

Bev laughed. "Jack! You've taken her three-quarters of the way to paradise-surely you wouldn't back out now?"

He smiled and said, "You're right. Besides, I don't think I could pull myself out if I wanted." He gave another little thrust forward.

"Unngh!"

"He's four-fifths of the way there," Bev cheered. "Unngh!"

"He's five-sixths of the way there."

"Unngh!"

"He's nine-tenths of the way there."

"Unngh!"

At long last, Connie felt the head of the penis touch the roof of her cunt.

"Ahhhh!"

No man had ever penetrated so far. "Ahhhh!"

Her vaginal muscles slowly adjusted themselves to the organ's massive length and girth. "Ahhhh!"

She concentrated all her energy on feeling the sinewy ridges and veins of the mighty shaft. "Ahhhh!"

If she could be granted one wish, it would be to continually experience the everlasting satisfaction of this moment.

"Ahhhh!"

She was now living in a universe of cock and cunt, cunt and cock. She was the cunt and Jack was the cock.

"Ahhhh!"

When she felt the dick expand another quarter inch, she smiled. "Ahhhh!"

She now knew that she would be given the fuck of her life. The reason for her birth was to experience the blissfulness of this moment. She gave a silent prayer of thanks to the god of penises. He had awarded her the lottery jackpot. The Megabuck equivalent of dicks.

Jack couldn't believe how good Connie felt. Because she was able to take all of his organ inside of her, every nerve fiber in his penis-from the ragged base to the shiny tip was on fire with passion. Wow!

The fact that she was a gorgeous blonde experiencing her first interracial liaison heightened the sensuality of the moment. Seeing the lovely smile on her angelic face as he nestled his monster in her most private chamber made him want to prolong this moment eternally. It would be one fuck that he would never forget. Never.

He allowed her a long time to adjust her vagina to his unbelievable size. He had to do this with every woman, whether she was white or black. They all had difficulty adjusting. Iranian women were the only ones that didn't need any adjustment time. For some odd reason, they loved pain.

He certainly didn't want to harm Connie. She was like the well-dressed, pony-tailed girl next door who always drank her milk, ate her vegetables, and did her homework. He wanted to fuck her again and again and again.

He wondered what type of a mother she had. It might be nice to meet her. It might be nice to fuck her. If she were as beautiful as her daughter he fantasized inviting mom over for a foursome. Now that would be a kick.

"Ohhhh!" Connie moaned as she slid her legs as far apart as humanly possible. "Your fucking cock feels great."

Jack smiled. Connie's mother would be shocked to see her angelic daughter now, whose thighs were stretched to such an extent that the tendons showed. In this position it looked as if her pussy was milking the black spear burrowing into it.

Her love chamber had accepted most of Jack's length. In a brazen display of carnal lust, Connie reached beneath her buttocks and lifted her entire pelvis upward to accept the last remaining quarter-inch of black dick.

Knowing that she was signaling for the complete satisfaction that only he could give, Jack plunged ahead with a smooth final stroke.

She released a final, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She had never been so completely filled in all of her life. Herschel's penis barely reached past her inner lips. Lovers she had in high school and college were much longer than her husband's, but they never approached anything like this. She felt like a Thanksgiving Day turkey-all stuffed full of gourmet dressing.

Jack slithered his penis slowly back and forth a few times, to give her the feeling of total bliss. He didn't want to start the aggressive assault just yet because he wanted her pussy to grow accustomed to his tremendous girth. After all, he didn't want to tear or rip any part of her cunt. She had such a pretty one.

From the look on Connie's face, it was obvious that she was thoroughly enjoying these added benefits of interracial sex. She opened her eyes and looked down to see his black pubic hairs tangled in her soft blonde ones. She was also surprised to see Bev's fingers diddling over her up-thrust Mound of Venus. "Bev! What are you doing?"

With an innocent look on her face, Bev replied, "You're not going to exclude your best friend from this experience, are you?"

"That's right, Connie," said Jack. We've got to let her participate. When it comes to interracial sex, the more participants involved, the merrier it is for everyone."

Connie rotated her lovely speared pelvis a couple of times. "So, why don't we just have an orgy?"

Jack leaned down and kissed her on the lips and then whispered in her ear, "Because too many dicks can spoil a party. It's better if you keep the dicks limited to one, and the pussies limited to two."

"Ummmm, ahhhh," Connie moaned. "And I suppose you expect me to believe that the dick should be black, and the pussies should be white?"

"You've almost got it right," said Jack. "Except that the black dick should be mine."

"Ummmm, ahhhh. I do believe that you have one of the biggest egos I've ever seen in a man.

Bev laughed. "Don't you mean that he has one of the biggest dicks you've ever seen on a man?"

"That too."

Bev leaned forward with a smile on her face and kissed Connie on the lips. She whispered to her blonde neighbor, "I'm very glad you could spend the night. There's so many things we have to do yet."

Connie looked into her friend's eyes with a great deal of love and tenderness. She had never felt so close to anyone in her entire life. Was it because she was stuffed with a penis belonging to another woman's boyfriend? Or was it simply the fact that she was sharing intimate sex with her first black man?

It was strange. She never felt like this before. Maybe she, Jack, and Bev had hit upon an entirely new dimension of friendship. Whatever the case, she was both surprised and delighted that Bev didn't mind Jack's penis buried in another woman's vagina. In fact, Bev seemed blissfully happy watching the black pole slither slowly around in another woman's nest.

While her tight little pussy was being fucked, Connie looked up and saw herself in a ceiling mirror.

Bev saw where she was looking and asked, "Do you like my newly redecorated bedroom?"

"Really, Bev! Mirrors?"

"Don't criticize them. They heighten the sexual experience."

Connie watched and-sure enough-there was something stimulating about their presence. However, the only parts of her body that were visible were her knees, forearms, and head. The rest was covered by Jack's.

She loved the sight of his strongly muscled back. She ran her hands up and down his spinal column. And delighted in the contrast between her skin color and his. She looked lower and giggled.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"I was watching your buttocks move up and down."

Bev looked at the ceiling and smiled, "He looks like he's drilling for oil, doesn't he?"

"Ahhhh!" Connie moaned. "I think that he's going to find a gusher."

They all laughed.

After several minutes Jack said, "I hope that you ladies pardon me for not looking, but I'm presently busy."

"Yes," Bev agreed. "I can see that you're fucking my best friend."

Connie looked up again at their image in the mirror. She looked so funny with her legs spread wide apart like that, and the muscular black buttocks doing their thing between them.

Two white women on a mattress! Both hungry for the same black cock! Both watching themselves in the overhead mirror. Wow! Talk about a new morality. What would they do for an encore?

CHAPTER FIVE

Suddenly, Connie creamed.

She had released her first orgasm in years, and it was all because of the size of Jack's organ and the sight of him plunging away at her vaginal nest.

Bev saw Connie's pussy pout outward and realized that her friend had just cum. She knew that Jack would increase the length and the thrust of his strokes. That was his style. Connie would be in for the surprise of her life when she experienced the staying power of a well-hung black stud. By the time that he finished with her she would never again consider making love with a needle-dick. From now on, only studs would have the use of her tight little vagina.

Bev should know. She now lived by that philosophy. She realized that her pussy may not have the same luscious quality of Connie's, but it certainly deserved the same prime black meat.

Just as Bev had predicted, Jack started to move his penis more determinedly back and forth. She watched it and sighed, "Ahhhh! That's such a lovely sight, isn't it? Black in white; white around black."

"Yea," Jack replied. "Just think, one hundred years ago I would get killed for doing this to a white woman."

"Ummmm, ahhhh!" Connie moaned. "And to think what my grandmother missed."

"You guys are too idealistic," Bev replied. "They would kill you today in some sections of this country for doing this."

"Well, ummmm, ahhhh, I don't care what narrow-minded bigots think. Ummmm, ahhhh, it's the best sex I've ever had."

"We should quote you on that and run ads in the New York Times," Bev said. "I could just see what they would read: 'Connie Williams says that black cock is best; try it and see'. "

"Ummmm! Ahhhh!" Connie moaned. "If you need my signature, hand me a pen."

They all laughed and Jack plunged just a little harder, making Connie's titties shake. "By the way, did you have a lovely grandmother?" he asked.

"Ummmm, yes. I have a picture of her in the family album. She had corn silk hair, an upturned nose, and a fair, pale complexion. And from what I can gather, she was very shapely when she was younger. Although it's hard to determine with the long dresses she wore."

"I bet that she had a pretty pussy like yours," said Jack. "They tend to run in families."

"Oh!" replied Connie. "And I suppose you've investigated these things yourself?"

"That's for you to find out, lady." He gave another couple of hefty plunges and asked, "Do you think she ever did a darkie like her granddaughter's doing right now?"

"Ummmm! Ahhhh! To tell you the truth, I don't think so. On the other hand, if she had met you I'm sure that she would have been tempted."

Bev added, "If she would have seen his penis, I know she would have been tempted."

"And this lovely blonde here would be a few shades darker than she presently is," Jack teased.

Bev leaned over, kissed Connie on the lips, and asked, "Are you about ready to cum again, darling?"

"Ummmm, ahhhh! I feel like I'm in an extreme state of arousal. Ummmm, ahhhh! I feel like I haven't stopped cumming since I first saw Jack's penis."

"I think she's telling the truth," he replied. "My dick feels like it's sloshing through a warm cozy bayou on a rainy day."

Bev pointed to her friend's breasts and said, "I've noticed that your nipples have been hard ever since we came out of the bathroom."

"What do you expect," Connie said. "After what you did to me in there, your nipples would be in a constant state of erection as well."

Bev laughed. "I think that the only one around here with an erection is Jack."

He gave a couple more hefty shoves and asked, "Just what did you two nasty girls do to each other in the bathroom?"

Bev got up on her knees and stuck her tongue in Jack's ear. She pointed down at Connie and said in mock seriousness, "This nasty girl allowed me to stick my tongue in her snatch."

"Ummmm, ahhhh," Connie moaned.

"You mean this lovely blonde, whose beautiful cunt is presently filled with my dick?"

"Yes," Bev replied. "And do you know what else we did?" Again she flicked her tongue into Jack's ear and swirled it beneath his earlobe.

Before he answered, he placed his hands behind Connie's kneecaps and pushed her knees to her ample breasts. "What else did my little kittens do?"

"I turned her around and licked her doggy-style."

He laughed. "And did you do her doggy-style?"

"Silly boy," Bev giggled. "I don't have a nice long schlong like yours, otherwise I would have."

"Ummmm, ahhhh!" moaned Connie in apparent agreement.

"After she proves to me that she loves the missionary position, we'll have to try doggy-style," he said

Bev again flicked her tongue in his ear. While doing so, she reached down and felt his scrotum. Testes fascinated her. She couldn't figure out how they managed to ejaculate semen. What physical laws were involved? Did Newton calculate the dynamics of ejaculation? If he had thought of gravity while beating off instead of sitting under an apple tree would physics and mathematics be entirely different?

She smiled. The thought of her high school chemistry teacher dropping his pants to demonstrate basic natural laws amused her. But then, beating off and fucking were the most natural laws in the universe. Too bad Sir Isaac couldn't have been more sexually oriented.

As she fondled the scrotum she asked, "Do you think that you have enough joy juice in that spermary of yours to satisfy my wants as well?"

He turned his face to hers and kissed her fully on the lips. "You know I do. God may not have given blacks many jobs, but he certainly gave us the best fucking equipment on the planet."

"That's the truth," she replied.

Connie opened her eyes from a blissful trance to see Jack and Bev tonguing each other with wild abandon. She couldn't get over the incongruity of being screwed by a man, while he kissed another woman. She guessed that this is what the children of the Sixties meant when they said they were having "An experience to blow your mind."

Well, there was no doubt that het mind was certainly being blown, but it was primarily because her pussy was being so well serviced. One orgasm was stretching into another, and yet another, and so on. Time and again, she would find herself releasing another load of moist feminine secretion onto his cock. She had long since stopped screaming her release. If she had kept it up, she would become hoarse.

While Jack pounded his black organ into Connie's gaping hole, Bev crawled around between their legs so that she could get at their genitals. She paused and watched as the thick black pole slid in and out of the completely stuffed blonde pussy.

There was something innately wonderful about watching an interracial screw. It was as if all racial problems could be resolved by this simple act of putting a penis of one race into a vagina of another. Black in white; white in black; black in yellow; yellow in white; it didn't matter. It was the underlying thought that counted.

It would be wonderful if the world could resolve it problems like this, rather than by war. Yes, the President of Nigeria could fuck Margaret Thatcher, or, the Premier of China could ball Nancy Reagan. The possibilities were limitless. However, finding someone who would want to sleep with the Ayatollah Khomeni might be very difficult.

As Bev watched the deliciously wicked scene of sexual intercourse, she saw that Connie's pussy seemed to have a mind of its own. It attempted to hold on to the black battering ram on the out-stroke, while opening wide in supplication on the in-stroke.

Bev crawled forward on her hands and knees, placing her nose within inches of Jack's balls. When she was close enough, she inhaled.

"Ahhhh!"

She found the fragrance of black men especially invigorating-almost as if they possessed a natural aphrodisiac aroma. She wanted to get some of his scent on her, so she stuck out her tongue in an attempt to lick his bag. However, he was moving in and out of Connie with such gusto that the balls smacked against her forehead.

She giggled at their immense size. They were as large as billiard balls and weighed as much as a pair of walnuts! Such weapons could be harmful. Momentarily she worried about being bruised. But that would be impossible. Testicles would never harm a girl.

Bev was constantly wanting to know how much sperm Jack's nuts actually contained. One night she tried to collect as much as much as she could by squatting over an empty coffee can after each act of intercourse. But, as luck would have it, she wore out before he did and gave up on the idea.

If Jack hadn't been preoccupied by screwing Connie, Bev would have held the dangling objects in her palm and weighed them. But she had been warned to never play with a man's testicles when he was balling. It was considered the ultimate invasion of a man's privacy, because the surprise touch might cause him to lose his erection. And then, of course, the touchee had two angry people with whom to contend.

It was best to leave working balls alone, so Bev climbed out from behind Jack's ass and returned to the side of the large bed.

Connie saw her friend come out from between her legs. What in the Sam Hill had she been up to down there? Probably licking her lover's balls. Damn that Bev! She wanted to do that later!

Connie realized that Jack had some world-class fucking equipment. Later in the evening, she would have to bend down as Bev had done, and inspect it closely herself. It would be nice to sit and admire a real man's cock and balls, instead of Herschel's toothpick and pair of peas.

Connie felt an orgasm approaching. She arched her body and drew her shapely legs up the outside of Jack's muscular torso. "Ummm! Yumm!" she moaned, while watching herself in the mirror.

This position allowed even more of him to plunge into her. The huge dick was able to slide in a little more deeply. She drew her knees up further and felt and additional inch of Moby Dick.

"Ahhh!" she moaned. "I had no idea what I'd been missing." Her kneecaps were now beneath his armpits.

Bev laughed and asked, "Are you sure you want to go back to that hubby of yours?"

"As far as I'm concerned, Herschel can pound his pudd for the rest of his life. My pussy is now a free agent."

Jack began plunging very forcefully. He was building up his tempo. His fucking was becoming faster and faster. The head of his penis was now pushing against Connie's cervix with increasing frequency.

All the while she was moaning, "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Occasionally she would look down and see the organ moving in and out of her. It was moving so rapidly that it appeared to be a blur. She momentarily worried that her pussy might catch fire from the intensified rubbing. She remembered her lessons about friction. That's how the Boy Scouts made fire in the woods.

Bev watched as Connie received the final stages of her first black fuck. She knew that Jack was close to cumming because he had closed his eyes and was concentrating. She had watched him many times and knew what to expect. She looked at his scrotum and noted that the balls had drawn themselves upward. No doubt they were getting ready to send a healthy spurt of sperm into her freind's vagina.

Bev couldn't wait to see the expression on Connie's face when Jack finally unloaded. After all, she remembered her first time. Wow! Did she ever! She never realized that a man could manufacture so much semen. She must have had twelve tablespoons in her nest. It was a good thing that she had an IUD, otherwise she would have had a litter of little brown babies crawling around on the floor. There was no doubt that Jack was a fertile bull.

Meanwhile, Connie could feel a tremendous orgasm building in the core of her cunt.

"Ungh! Ungh!"

With every plunge, her vagina sent out a signal of impending release. "Ungh! Ungh!"

She had to spread her thighs further apart, but they were already stretched to the furthest extent. "Ungh! Ungh!"

She wanted this to go on forever. "Ungh! Ungh!"

She would never allow a little penis in her cunt ever...."Ungh! Ungh!". . .again!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She could feel the orgasm starting to take control of her entire body.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

From her pussy to her titties to her nipples. "Ahhhhhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Her entire body felt as if it had become one large, tight cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh! Ungh!"

She was building towards a release, the-likes of which she had never known. "Ungh! Ahhh!" Bigger! Better! More fulfilling! "Ungh! Ahhh!"

She wanted to have her pussy permanently welded to Jack's dick. "Ungh! Ahhh!"

If she died at that very moment, she would have passed away a happy woman. She had indeed experienced the Fuck of Her Life.

"Ungh! Ahhh!"

like a volcano, her pussy began to boil with the lava of sexual secretions.

Squish! Squish! Squish! Her fluids were released.

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! So were his.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they both screamed in mutual orgasmic release.

Connie was sated. She now knew that sex could be a heavenly experience. Incredibly, she couldn't bring herself to lower her legs. Her thighs seemed to be locked in an open position. Oh well! That problem was all right with her. After all, she expected to be fucked a few more times before dawn broke.

Meanwhile, Jack asked, "Whew! My back muscles need a rest. How about climbing on top?"

Connie smiled, "I thought that you had springs in your lower back. I've never been fucked by someone as expert as you."

"Even we experts get a bit winded," he replied.

Bev kissed him on the cheek and added, "Even the fastest runner in the world needs a rest after an Olympic race."

Connie climbed atop him, and spread her lovely thighs on either side of his. However, before she aimed his huge dick at her very core, Bev placed a large towel under her dripping cunt to absorb all the semen.

Connie watched as her brunette friend lovingly patted her blonde pussy dry. She thought that Bev was a truly wonderful person. First, she loaned out her well-hung boyfriend. Now, she wiped his cum out of her hole.

What a true-blue friend!

Meanwhile, Connie stroked Jack's penis. As she held it in her hand she pretended to talk to it. "Say, haven't we met before? You look very familiar."

Bev smiled and said to Jack, "Now I know you've fucked the brains out of her. She's talking to your dick."

"It's all right if she talks to it," he replied. "It's friendly. She only needs to worry if it starts to talk back."

Connie pushed her pelvis forward and put the crown of the dark shiny spear at her pink vaginal entrance. "Now you be a good penis and fill me up again. Just like you did before."

With the fingers of one hand she spread the lips of her cunt, and with the other, she held the base of Jack's cock. She moaned as she sensed the initial contact. She groaned as she felt the first quarter inch of penetration. She swooned as she felt the crown slip past her inner lips.

She opened her eyes and looked down into Jack's. As she slid her body down the length of his black saber, her blue eyes focused on his brown. She said with a sigh, "I'm glad that I met you, Jack. I think that we're going to be friends for a long time."

He replied, "And I'm glad to know you, Connie. If I can ever be of service, just call. That's what Bev does."

"And Jack is the best serviceman around," Bev added. "He always delivers-rain or shine." Everyone laughed.

When Connie's pubis reached the base of Jack's dick, she allowed her blonde hairs surrounding her pussy to nestle in the kinky hairs surrounding his balls. She leaned forward a little so that he could palm her beautiful breasts and play with her nipples.

He reached up and squeezed a few times, loving the feel of her warm firm flesh against his palm. He asked, "Lean down a little lower, Connie. I want to suck while I fuck."

She smiled and complied. It was nice to be thoroughly serviced.

Meanwhile, Bev reached forward and fondled the left breast before directing it into Jack's mouth. "They're real beauties, aren't they, Jack?" she asked.

"Mmmmmph!" was all that he was able to reply. He had heard her question, but really didn't want to respond. Of course they were real beauties! They were the most perfect tits he had seen on any woman anywhere. Although Bev had nice tits, they were nothing like these.

Meanwhile, Bev became reflective. "I used to wish that I had breasts like that when I was a teenager. But if I did, I'd probably topple over because I'm so small."

Connie turned to her friend and smiled. "I like your titties just the way they are."

"Good," said Bev. "Would you like to lick them while Jack's licking yours? After all, I need some attention too."

Bev had wedged one of her legs under Jack's head, and stretched the other parallel to his torso.

"I'd be delighted," Connie replied.

As she sucked on Bev's breasts, Connie looked down at Jack's body and was fascinated by his physique. His pectorals were as hard as steel plates. His stomach was a washboard of horizontal seams. The muscles of his arms and legs were powerful, sinewy, stretches of cord-like fiber.

Covering his chest were numerous little tufts of kinky hair. As she raised and lowered herself onto his most important muscle, she brushed her palm against the tufts. She was surprised at how soft they felt. She wondered how many white women realized that.

Occasionally, she allowed her fingers to play with his nipples. She enjoyed that. She also liked to run her hands over various muscles on his torso. She also enjoyed that. Never, however, did she miss a beat with her pretty pelvis. Her hands might wander elsewhere, but her mind always concentrated on the part of Jack buried twelve inches deep in her tight little pussy.

Ahhhhh!

As she pushed her pelvis back and forth along the length of the mighty black cock, she thought of the magnificence of this particular penis. Long and hard-capable of satisfying a woman's most urgent needs for her private places. An erect penis surely proved that there was a God and that He liked sex.

With that thought in mind, she slid her pussy up and down with more fervor. She smiled, delighting in the feel of the veins sliding along her vaginal wall. Ahhhh! Divine construction. Anatomical perfection. The sole purpose of life. Ahhhh!

She released Bev's nipple and started calculating aloud, "Let's see, if I fuck three hours a day, that would be twenty-one hours per week. And then ... ahhhh ... twenty-one times fifty-two weeks in a year. That's ... ahhhh ... nearly eleven hundred hours per year."

"That's my kind of woman," Jack interrupted. "A woman who loves to fuck while she's doing arithmetic. Where were you when I took high school algebra?"

Everyone laughed.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Bev asked. "Back in high school we girls learned to keep our legs together, our knees locked, and our pussies out of sight. Yet, the greatest joy I've had in life has been sharing my pussy. Isn't that the way with you, Connie?"

Connie had some difficulty answering because she was on the verge of yet another orgasm. "Ungh! Ahhh! Ungh!" was all that she managed to say.

Jack loved the way that white women flushed as they approached "The Big O." Their cheeks, their necks, even their breasts, all heightened in color. And Connie flushed a lot more than Bev.

Momentarily, Jack looked over and saw Bev masturbating. She was languidly rubbing her fingers over her clitoris, gently stroking the little fellow.

Sometimes Jack wished that he had two penises to take care of all the pussy at his disposal. After all, it wasn't fair to leave pretty little Bev alone by herself. Alas, he would get to her right after he finished with Connie.

He could feel the jism rising from the root of his dick. His penis had at long last sent a signal to his brain that it needed some sperm from his balls. Total satisfaction was never achieved until he released gobs of his essence into a waiting womb. He was glad to see that Connie, like Bev, didn't insist on coitus interruptus right before ejaculation. That would spoil so much of the fun.

CHAPTER SIX

Meanwhile, back in Connie's house across the street, Herschel sat on the sofa still sulking. He knew that he must change his ways if he was to save his marriage. Sure it would be difficult to turn over a new leaf at the age of thirty-five, but it wouldn't be impossible. Besides he would never find another women as wonderful and as beautiful as Connie. He saw what the wives of his fellow faculty looked like: dogs. Outright dogs. Real bow-wows.

He bet he could throw a bone in the backyard and they would fetch it.

However, when he walked into a faculty gathering with Connie, every male in attendance would feast his eyes on her magnificent body. He could only guess what thoughts went through their heads when she bent over to pick up a glass of punch, or a slice of cheese. One day old Doc Allison's eyes nearly popped out of his head when she crawled around on the floor looking for a lost earring. The old man's trousers tented out in front of him like the main mast at the Barnum and Bailey Bigtop. Later the old man had to rush to the bathroom to wipe away a tell-tale stain that had mysteriously appeared at the crotch of his trousers.

That's the kind of woman Connie was. She could raise a hard-on in octogenarians and leave them panting for breath. Ironically, she never realized her sexiness. She went about her chores without understanding her effect on the opposite sex. Yet the swaying of her firm breasts couldn't help but tantalize, and the swishing of her well-sculptured ass always aroused the passions of the most passionless man. After all, even Herschel developed an erection once in awhile in her presence.

Miracles do occur.

He sniffed a few times and said aloud, "That wonderful woman. She's been so good to me. She's always been faithful, supportive, and understanding. She's the best wife a man could possibly have."

While he was mouthing these sentiments, his wife was getting fucked in her pretty little peach of a pussy. But what he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

He decided to step out to the garage and read some National Geographic Magazines. They always managed to relax him during times of distress. A glance at a map, or a few of those naked New Guinea babes would set his mind at ease enough to write the next day's lecture.

In many ways he felt inadequate sexually. He knew that he was under-equipped where it counted. On his wedding night, he remembered Connie being depressed when she first held his tiny organ.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll make it bigger."

"But that's as large as it gets."

"You've got to be kidding?" she replied.

"No, I'm not," he answered with downcast eyes.

She followed with a quick series of questions, "Well, how long has it been this way?"

"All my life."

"Have you tried beating on it to make it grow."

"All the time. It doesn't help."

"Have you used lotions."

"Of course."

"What have other women done to make it big?" When she asked the last question, he had to admit that he was a virgin. "You're a what?" she screamed.

"I'm a virgin. You know, I've never had sex before."

"I know what the hell it is, bonehead. I just figured that as a student at a major university that you'd be screwing your brains out!"

"I haven't had time. I've been too busy studying geography."

"That's a lame excuse if I ever heard one. There isn't anything to study in that stupid discipline. That's why all the boneheads on campus take geography courses-so they can get an easy A."

Connie had knocked his occupation before, but never at such an inopportune moment as in the wedding bed on the wedding night. Not knowing what else to do, he started to cry.

This seemed to soften her heart, for she leaned over and said, "Poor baby. Here. Let me suck that little fellow of yours and make him stiff. Momma knows how to take care of these things."

Herschel had never imagined anyone performing fellatio. At first, it seemed extremely exciting. Of course, it never occurred to him to ask his newlywed wife how she became a fellatio expert. He just assumed it was instinctive with the female gentler. After all, didn't babies know how to suck on a nipple?

Unfortunately, even after three hours of vigorous sucking from an expert, his dick wouldn't rise to the occasion. It remained the size of a small thimble.

His wife finally gave up, rolled over, and went to sleep. "To hell with it. At least I'm married to a future professor." Those were the last words his wife muttered on her wedding night.

From that day to the present, he had had a complex about his small dick. He would look at it for hours and try to will it to enlarge. But it was just no use. He was stuck with a splinter of a penis.

Connie tried numerous methods to get a rise out of him, but to no avail. She belly danced, stood on her hands and spread her legs, and even used ice cubes. She even read numerous books on aphrodisiacs. After years of failure, she simply gave up.

Herschel did get an erection every once in a while. For instance, if he had to urinate and couldn't get to a bathroom, his prick occasionally became hard.

When Connie found out about this, she began staying in the bathroom for hours. Unfortunately, every time she prepared for a sexual encounter, he would go out behind the garage and relieve himself. Hence: no boner.

In the meantime, her sexual hungry grew. She had heard that if a woman didn't get enough dick, she would start thinking about sexual intercourse all the time. That's where those old wive's tales began about divorcees.

Connie would be making a salad, when-wham!

A cucumber would begin to resemble a dark green penis. She would glance around to make certain that no one was watching, and commence sucking on the end of that green vegetable.

Or, she would be making a fruit cocktail and a banana would start to resemble a hard-on. When she peeled it, she nearly went into sexual hysteria.

But zucchinis were the most titillating of all. She wasn't satisfied with merely sucking on them. Instead, she had to take them into the bathroom, close the door, and shove them up her snatch!

Every time she did this she would feel guilty and scream, "Damn that husband of mine! Why doesn't he know how to fuck!"

One day, Bev happened to walk by and hear the plaintive plea. She stepped around to the front of the house and rang the doorbell. Connie put on a robe and answered the door.

Bev stepped into the house and said, "Connie, I heard what you yelled from your bathroom window a little while ago."

"Oh my! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be overheard using profanity. I apologize."

"Don't apologize for using the word 'fuck'. I like that fucking word."

Connie smiled at her friend's attitude and invited her to sit down.

Bev continued, "If anyone should apologize, it's that non-fucking husband of yours. What the hell use is a man who doesn't know how to use his penis? He should be neutered and left to roam the alleys."

Bev opened her purse, pulled out a long cylindrical object, and said, "It's because of husbands like yours, why women invented these."

Connie took it and asked, "What is it?"

"It's a vibrator, silly."

"Oh Bev!" Connie said, attempting to hand it back. "Really. I couldn't. I don't need one."

Bev shoved it into her friend's lap and said, "Any woman who screams out of the bathroom window during the middle of the day that her husband doesn't know how to fuck, needs one of these handy-dandy items a lot more than I do. Now, dump that foolish propriety of yours and put that little gadget to good use."

Connie looked at the object in her hands. Within an hour, it was between her legs.

From that moment on, Bev and Connie had been the closest of friends, and Bev began to regard Herschel with contempt. A man could be forgiven for not being a good provider, and he could be forgiven for not resembling Robert Redford, but for a man to be bad in the sack was the worst thing a woman could experience. In the animal world, they culled males like Herschel from the litter. After all, they can ruin a species.

In time, Bev gave Connie a dildo for her birthday. It was an unusual present, but Connie put it to good use.

Thus, it came to pass that in order to satisfy her needs, Connie regularly masturbated with her vibrator and her dildo.

Or, she worked out in a gym. During the past several years, she found that regular exercise did a lot to relieve her sexual tension. After all, if a woman exhausted herself on the exercise mat, she wasn't-likely to complain about the lack of exercise in the sack.

Herschel knew that she kept herself in remarkable physical condition. And the more she worked out, the more attractive she became. Since he lacked any sexual prowess, her newfound tight buns and flat belly only compounded his already low self-esteem. As a result, his infrequent hard-ons became that much more infrequent.

Connie would have left Herschel for harder, more manly pastures, but like many dissatisfied marriage partners, she mistakenly thought that the spouse would change. Someday he would wake up. Surely!

How many women over the years had gone to their grave thinking that? Only God knew the answer to that question.

But Connie also stayed with Herschel because being the wife of a young professor had a certain prestige-although she was the first to admit that it wasn't financially rewarding, and geography itself was at the very bottom of the prestige totem pole.

Still, her friends had married truckers, or accountants, or salesmen. Maybe sexual frustration went with the territory of academia. Maybe that's why so many of Herschel's geography associates were homosexual.

So, she stuck it out. Year after year, for nearly a decade. In the meantine she hoped that he would either get tenure so they could live better, or that he would get a hard-on so she could get pregnant. The former seemed unlikely because of recent educational cutbacks, and the latter even more so because according to laboratory tests, his sperm count was low.

There was no doubt about it. Herschel wasn't much of a man.

So, while he sat in his easy chair in the garage looking at his National Geographic magazines, he decided that it would be a nice idea to give his wife some flowers to make amends for the afternoon argument. He also wanted to show his gratitude for the years that she had spent with him. He would show her that he still cared.

He rushed out to the backyard and under the cover of moonlight, snipped off some fresh roses. When he had a bouquet of a dozen, he walked across Oak Street to Bev's house and knocked on the front door. He waited several moments, but there was no answer. He knocked on the door again, but still no one answered.

Thinking that they might be asleep, he decided that he would tap on the windowpane in the guest bedroom. He stepped down from the porch, walked around the bushes, and looked in the window.

There was a light on, but the bed was unoccupied. Furthermore, it looked as if the covers hadn't been disturbed.

"That's odd," he said. "It's after midnight. Connie is always in bed by now."

At that very moment he heard the sounds of giggling and laughter coming from the next window over. Curious, he stepped around the bushes and over the stairwell to the basement. Through the dim light he saw ...

Holy shit!

His beautiful blonde-haired wife was completely nude and sitting up in a kneeling position on the bed. She was facing Bev, who was also nude.

Herschel couldn't believe the sight before him. His wife and Bev were fondling each others breasts and occasionally kissing each other on the lips. And once in a while, he saw them kissing each others nipples!

Jumpin' Jehoshaphat! Apparently they were involved in a lesbian relationship!

He knew that's where those women's studies classes would lead. He had heard rumors that suggested as much. One minute they're all in class decrying men. The next, they're naked and facing each other on the bed.

He now knew why Bev never liked him: she wanted his lovely wife for herself.

It was an awakening realization. At first, he was very angry, but he soon cooled down. He had to admit that his wife seemed to be having a wonderful time. Giggling, laughing, swooning with pleasure. He had never seen her so joyous in bed. In fact, he had never seen her that happy--ever! Not even on her wedding day!

After a while, both women extended their arms before them and held onto something beneath them.

"My word!" said Herschel. "They seem to be undulating their pelvises as if. . .as if ... as if they're on the edge of orgasm! But how can that be? Connie hasn't had one in years!"

He looked at his wife's face and sure enough, the telltale signs were there. Although he hadn't given her many orgasms during their ten-year marriage, he knew that she was orgasmic because she had once climaxed like an oversexed kitty when she was drunk. He figured that she exploded because she kept referring to him as Robert Redford. She must have really tied one on that night, because the only actor that he resembled was Larry Fine of The Three Stooges.

Herschel got closer so he could watch the action more closely. He had the added benefit of watching

Bev. He had never examined her feature's before. The more he looked, the more he liked what he saw. She wasn't voluptuous like his wife, but she was nevertheless quite attractive. Her petite little body, swaying back and forth on the mattress, her little breasts bouncing, and her mouth gaping open, induced a tiny hard-on.

He must be dreaming! He hadn't had an erection in over a year! He reached down, felt between his legs, and sure enough! He had one! Of course, it wasn't much, but still, three inches was better than nothing.

Again he looked through the window and saw Bev rolling her body more vigorously than before. She was thrusting her pelvis back and forth with tremendous jerks.

"Wow!" Herschel said aloud. "She's a foxy little dish. No wonder Connie got involved with her. Just look at that tiny little belly! Goodness! Maybe I've needed a small petite woman all along. Connie and I are such a mismatch. She's far too voluptuous for me. But Bev! I bet she has a tiny vagina which can only be filled with tiny penises."

He reached between his legs and felt his organ. Sure enough. There was a very tiny penis.

At that very moment, Bev began having a tremendous orgasm!

First, she arched her body. Her neck muscles grew taut, and her tendons strained. She screamed at the ceiling, and then relaxed. Finally she collapsed forward and rested her face on Connie's lovely breasts. Eventually, she started sucking on the right nipple.

In the meantime, Connie continued to rotate her pelvis in a corkscrew fashion. First, she would swirl it clockwise, then she would swirl it counterclockwise. Her thighs were spread wide and she was rubbing her vagina vigorously against the covers.

Suddenly, Herschel realized that Connie wasn't merely rubbing her pretty pussy against the mattress! She was rotating her pelvis against another person's groin!

"Oh my god!" screamed Herschel, dropping his bouquet of roses. "She's not sitting on a dark-colored sheet! She's sitting on ... on ... on a negro!"

Just as he said that, Jack gave a particularly hefty thrust and lifted Connie bodily off of the bed. Herschel saw a tiny fraction of the black shaft just as it sent his wife into the throes of ecstatic orgasm.

It took him a while to focus his eyes, but when he did, he commented, "My word! That negro's got the biggest dick I've ever seen on a human being!"

He watched in horror and fascination as the big black penis slid in and out of Connie's tight little hole. He couldn't believe that she could take something that large. Hell! It was the size of a sixteen ounce Coke bottle.

He couldn't get over its incredible length and massive girth. He watched it move back and forth, into and out of his wife, and the more he watched it, the more hypnotized he became. Instead of being put into a trance by a hypnotist's swinging watch, he was being put into a trance by a plunging black dick.

In and out. In and out. He watched the blue-veined monster plunge. With each forward thrust his wife would open her mouth and gasp, and with each withdrawal she would sigh.

And there was Bev-her thighs spread wide, and her ass resting on a black man's face. Apparently, she was enjoying the delights of cunnilingus. She was sighing and moaning in tempo with Connie. They were both screwing their lower torsos around and around in an attempt to get more of the man's penis and tongue into their respective holes. To say the least, watching his wife's blonde pussy being filled with black cock was a great deal more interesting than reading geography texts.

He had never seen Connie in this state of excitement before. She was in the deepest passion he had ever witnessed and loving every minute of it. Her entire body was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. Many of her well-defined muscles were shuddering and twitching involuntarily. The muscles in her arms, thighs, and neck strained noticeably. Even her tight little stomach moved spasmodically.

He could only guess at the full length of the cock, but from all appearances it looked as though it extended well past her belly button. As this thought sunk in he said aloud, "Wow! I bet her vagina doesn't have a millimeter of space left to spare."

Herschel had no worries about being seen. Even though his wife's eyes were wide open, they were unseeing. Her pupils had contracted to mere pinpoints, and her irises had glazed over from unbridled lust. Bev, on the other hand, was watching Connie's titties so closely that a freight train could have gone through the bedroom and she wouldn't have cared.

As Herschel watched the proceedings, he noticed that his little hard-on was bursting at the seams. The sight of Bev having her pussy licked, while his wife got reamed by a master fucker, had finally aroused his hormones. Hard-ons were always such a quick and fleeting thing with him, that he either had to stick it into something immediately, or else lose it.

Unfortunately, the only nearby females available at that moment were both preoccupied, servicing the biggest black man he had ever seen! He brought out the old reliable right hand.

Oddly, Herschel didn't find the sight of another man using his wife's pussy shocking. Not in the slightest. In fact, he found it downright stimulating. The throbbing of his penis proved that.

He looked at little Bev. "My word!" he said aloud.

"How in the world did that black man ever get his huge pole into that little white body? My wife is a tall woman and can probably handle it, but Bev ... Wow! She can't be more than five feet tall. The dick must have slid completely past her esophagus. How did she take it?"

Un-like the bull of a man pounding away at his wife, Herschel couldn't hold himself a minute more. He had to beat-off immediately. He moved his right hand up and down on his tiny member, gave a couple of gentle tugs, and released his droplet of sperm. That was all he was able to manage-ever!

Although his penis stayed hard, he knew that it was through for the month.

He opened his eyes, and again watched the sight before him. In a way, he was very proud of his wife. "Imagine that!" he said aloud. "She has turned into a true liberal. My faculty friends will be so proud of me."

And he couldn't get over the fact that she was fucking a black man! Wow! He couldn't wait to tell the head of his academic department at the university. He was black also.

And his parents would be proud as well. They had always wanted their son to marry a liberally minded female. At long last, they had gotten their wish.

Herschel wasn't thinking too clearly. But then, one must remember that he was a geographer. Members of that profession are not known for clear thinking. Unfortunately, most of them suffer from many delusions. This was merely an example of one more.

Once Jack had released his sperm into Connie, he slowly withdrew his organ. Both Bev and Connie crawled on their knees and began licking the monstrous appendage. Jack simply lay back against the pillows and enjoyed the proceedings.

Herschel couldn't believe what a lucky guy the black fellow was. To be so well-hung that women worshipped his dick. That's the kind of man he wanted to be if he were reincarnated. And those were the kind of muscles he wanted. Powerful. Sinewy. Well-defined. Pecs. Delts. Quads. Biceps. Triceps. Everything.

Alas, with his luck, if Herschel were reincarnated as a Mister America, he would probably come back as a faggot.

Herschel decided to return home. There wouldn't be much more sex that night. After all, he believed that once a man had shot his load, he was finished for the evening. Obviously, he didn't know one iota about Jack's staying powers.

But he paused when he saw Bev point to the penis and say, "Why look, Connie! He's hard again! Care to take him again, or should I?"

"I've gotta have it again. Please let me go once more, Bev. Please."

"But Connie, you've already had him six times.

I've only had him four. It's my turn."

Herschel did some quick calculation and said aloud, "Ten times! No man alive could go ten times and still be ready for more. They must have added wrong or something. Hell! I haven't made love to Connie ten times in ten years of marriage!"

He peeked back over the windowsill and saw his wife in her familiar position, squatted over an enormous black phallus. And sure enough-she took it into her body again.

And Bev returned to her favorite position-with her tight little cunt right over the lengthy tongue.

Herschel turned and prepared to go on his way. But just as he stepped back, he tripped and fell down Bev's stairwell. "Oh shit!" he cried out as he tumbled down the stairs.

Naturally, Bev heard the noise and lifted her crotch off of Jack's face, leaving him lapping at thin air.

"Hey!" Jack called. "Where are you going?"

"I heard someone yell 'Oh shit!' right outside the window. I'm going to check it out."

"Fuck them," Jack said. "Get your cunt back here over my face."

"I will as soon as I see that it's safe."

"Bev," Jack called with a smile. "Don't you think I'll protect you if you need protection?"

She turned and looked at him lovingly. Of course he would. That was the nice thing about being involved with a hunk of a man, rather than a wimp. A lady felt safe. Nevertheless, she stepped to the window and asked, "Is anybody out here?"

Herschel was at the bottom of the stairs, hiding. Not wanting to be discovered, he sat perfectly still.

"Is anybody out here?" she called again.

Jack said to her from across the room, "It was probably just some kid who happened to peek through the glass and saw us engaged in sex. He was either shocked, or he was taking notes."

Bev burst out laughing. "Well, I certainly hope he learned a few things. We could use more men like you in this town."

"Hop back in bed, sugar. I've got a meal I want to finish."

"The waitress is on her way."

When Bev was convinced that it must have been a stray dog looking for a midnight snack, she returned to bed, squatted over Jack's face, and commenced rotating her pelvis in rhythm with Connie's.

For her part, Connie hadn't missed a thrust. Charles Manson could have been in the bedroom and she wouldn't have cared, just as long as he didn't harm the beautiful black penis that was sending her into higher and higher fits of ecstasy. In fact, she had no idea where this evening would eventually lead. She had already experienced heaven on earth. Was there anything to improve on that?

As the girls began to swoon in pre-orgasmic release, Herschel got up from the bottom of the stairwell and proceeded on his way. There wasn't anything he could do at Bev's. His wife had found a lover, and he must adjust to that fact.

"I bet she met him at that gym where she goes to work out," he said aloud, talking to himself. "Yea, he must be a bodybuilder, or something like that."

His mind must have been deep in thought, because as he crossed the street he nearly got run-over by a passing car which screeched to a stop.

"Hey buddy!" someone screamed at him. "Watch where you're going! You could have been killed!"

Herschel was still in a daze and didn't immediately respond. He seemed to be in some sort of twilight zone. He remembered having watched his wife, who never orgasmed, orgasm. He recalled a monster black dick burrowing into his wife's snatch, but he had difficulty believing that was really Connie's cunnie. And he remembered a naked Bev sucking on his wife's tits. Naw! He had to be dreaming. These events didn't really transpire.

The driver got out of his car and asked, "Hey, hey, Herschel. Is that you?"

Herschel recognized the voice as that of Tony Joe. He felt Tony's hands on his shoulder, and looked at him.

"My god!" Tony exclaimed. "I hope that you're not hurt."

Herschel seemed to come to his senses. "No, no. I'm all right. I think."

"Are you sure?" Tony asked. "I can drive you to the hospital, you know?"

"No no, I'm fine," Herschel responded.

"What are you doing out here walking in the middle of the street after midnight? Didn't your momma tell you that cars can kill?"

"Oh, I was just taking a stroll. You know how it is."

"Shit! If I were married to a woman like your Connie, I wouldn't even leave the bedroom. Hell! I'd probably never leave the bed."

Herschel understood the underlying joke. He couldn't very well tell Tony that Connie presently had a monster black dick sticking in her cunt for the seventh time that evening. Tony could never comprehend. After all, he wasn't liberally-minded.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bev got Up from the mattress and said, "C'mon Connie! We've got to wash those babies away with a thorough douche."

"Ummmm," Connie sighed while swinging her legs over the side of the bed to arise. On the way to the bathroom she asked, "You know, it feels like a fire hose was squirted into me."

Bev laughed. "I think that I said the same thing after the first time with Jack."

"What is he? Part bull or something?"

"He feels like it, doesn't he."

"I swear, my cunt is so sore that I can barely stand on my feet."

"Just walk bow-legged and you'll make it."

They hurried into the bathroom to clean up, walking with their hands cupped over their sweet little pussies. They didn't want to spill any sperm to drip onto the floor, and they certainly didn't want to explain any tell-tale semen spots to their friends.

Connie stepped over and squatted over the bidet to douche. She directed the spigot into her snatch and asked, "When did you have this contraption installed?"

"The bidet?"

"Yes. I didn't know you could afford one."

"I couldn't, but I decided to go ahead and splurge on some new bathroom fixtures. I'll show you some of the other items I purchased in a little while. Anyway, I had always wanted a bidet, but never really had a need for one. But Jack filled me up with so much sperm that I had to have some new plumbing installed just to feel clean."

As the little stream of water started washing out Connie's pussy, she said, "I know what you mean. I don't think Herschel has put this much semen into me during our ten years of marriage. I feel drenched."

Bev turned to her and smiled. "Sometimes I think that Jack is part sperm whale. I get as much as a teacupful at a time out." She watched Connie pick up a douche and move it in and out of her snatch.

"Mmmmmm!" Connie moaned. "This douche is not as good as Jack's penis, but it'll suffice.

Suddenly, Bev felt very aroused. She wished that she had a cock like Jack's so that she could ram it into Connie's cunnie at that very moment. But alas, she only had a pussy between her thighs.

Connie looked up at her with a gleam in her eye. "Here. Why don't you sit on my lap so I can wash you out?"

Bev did as she was told. However, instead of turning to the side and bending to sit, she walked directly forward, spread her thighs on either side of Connie's, and then sat.

"Ummm," Connie moaned. "I'll have to have one of these contraptions installed in my house."

"There's no need for that. We can share this one like we're doing now. Having a companion makes a douche that much more fun."

They giggled at how ribald they had become. Although, they realized that they would have to watch their language when they were out in public. The Free Speech Movement, like the Sexual Revolution, were things of the past. This was the age of Pastel Patriotism and Moral Hypocrisy.

With Bev sitting on Connie's thighs and facing her blonde friend, her small breasts could be easily sucked. So naturally, Connie flicked out her tongue and gave a few lashings to each puckered nipple.

Connie never realized that another woman could taste so good. To think, she had been living right across the street from sexy little Bev all these years and had never partaken of her delights. Hell! They could have been doing this to each other all those years. Thank goodness they discovered each others pleasure before they aged into old hags.

While Connie sucked, Bev asked, "Let me do your douching, darling. I want to share your intimacies."

Connie allowed her friend to take over between her widespread thighs. It felt strange having another woman handle a douche, but it was also a warm feeling of closeness. She lifted her lips from the nipple, and brought them to Bev's lips.

They kissed deeply and passionately for a moment before Bev said, "Here's a hand-held spigot. Why don't you douche me while I'm doing you?"

Connie immediately took the item from her friend's hand and positioned it between her legs. She pulled the trigger and pointed the stream of water at the widespread vaginal lips."

"Ohhh! Easy does it!" Bev cautioned. "Not so much pressure, darling. You're not washing the driveway."

"I'm sorry," Connie apologized.

"That's all right, darling. It also took me a few tries to get the knack of it."

Just then, Jack walked into the bathroom. He saw the two women sitting on the bidet, douching each other while kissing each other. He smiled. These were the horniest women he had run across in all his years of fucking, sucking, and swapping.

"Are you girls getting yourselves ready for another round?" he asked incredulously.

Connie looked over Bev's shoulder and said, "Don't you know we girls need our privacy? This is a restricted area."

"You mean segregated?" he asked with a feigned scowl.

She laughed. "Yes. You could say that. Now out! Out! Out! We girls have personal business to take care of."

Bev turned her head and said, "Yes, our pussies need some special attention. This is no place for a man."

"You've got to be kidding. When beautiful pussy-is around, any location is a place for a man."

Incredibly, neither girl quit playing with the others genitals the whole time Jack stood there.

He looked at them and teased, "Sorry to inform you of this, but segregation was officially outlawed in this country in the 1960's. You'll just have to allow me to stay."

Bev stuck out her tongue and licked Connie's nose. She said in a husky whisper, "He's right, darling. Segregation was outlawed."

"Not in private bathrooms, it wasn't," Connie replied. "I'm hereby enforcing it."

Bev turned to Jack and said, "I think that she needs to be punished for her segregation stance, don't you?"

"That's a good idea," he replied. "Finish with your douching, young woman."

Bev could see that another game was in the works. She didn't want to miss any part of it. She removed her hand from Connie's cunt and stood up.

For her part, Connie was sad to have the female ministrations end. She was really getting into the little sexual liaison with Bev. Oh well, she could come over the next day and they could spend the whole afternoon playing with each others pussies. After all, it was hard to keep a woman away once she'd experienced the joys of bisexuality.

Connie stood and feigned concern. "Oh! Please, mister. What are you going to do to me?"

"Both of you. Step over to the edge of the sink and stand next to each other."

They did as they were told.

"Turn around and face the mirror," he commanded

"Oh my!" Connie said, continuing with her mock concern. "What do you want me to do, kind sir."

"I want you to bend over the sink, dear lady."

"like this?" she asked as she leaned over and thrust her ass back.

"A little more forward," he commanded.

In this position, her sparsely covered pussy was fully exposed from the rear. Jack reached down with his hand and ran his palm over it. "And you too, young lady," he said to Bev.

She also mocked concern. "But kind sir, what have I done?" she said with a playful pout.

"You're the friend and accomplice of this lovely lass. Now bend over and display thy ass."

"Ha!" said Bev. "What kind of justice is that?"

"Better justice than most blacks received in this country for three hundred years," he said with a note of seriousness.

The females leaned far over the sink. Their asses were thrust far back, while their titties dangled over the shiny faucet. Occasionally their nipples grazed the cold, hard metal, keeping them firm.

In the meantime, Jack had grown hard again. The sight of two beautiful asses thrust in his direction caused him to salivate with desire. He didn't know which one to screw first.

Each girl was secretly wishing to be the first. There was something especially thrilling about having one's nude ass displayed for punishment. When she was little, Connie loved to get spanked by her father. Raising her skirt and bending over her daddy's knees was a joy because she knew that he would whack her with his large hand. And occasionally, he would soothe the hurt by petting her nude ass. She just wished that her father had been more of a disciplinarian. She really enjoyed being spanked.

Bev grew up in a single parent household and didn't have a father available to dole out punishment. It was her mother who did the spanking. Unfortunately, her hands were always cold and wrinkled so they weren't as welcome on her posterior.

Jack decided that Connie should be fucked first. He took his black saber and placed it between her thighs. He gently pushed it forward until it found her slit. Because she was already moist, and she was standing in an easily accessible position, he had no trouble worming his way in.

"This is your punishment, young lady, for trying to promote segregation."

"Oh please, sir. Be gentle with me," she said teasingly.

"Gentle, ha! You deserve the full force of punishment."

She moaned several times as he thrust in and out with intense vigor. She couldn't believe that she enjoyed this fuck as much as the first. She suddenly realized that penis size did make a tremendous difference.

Much to Connie's consternation, Jack suddenly withdrew his organ. She smiled and said, "Sir! I don't believe that I've been punished enough."

"Fear not! I shall return to you in time," he replied. He stepped behind Bev and said, "Now, it's your turn, accomplice. Bend over and spread those lovely thighs."

She giggled and did as she was told.

"Do you agree that you deserve the same punishment as your blonde friend?" he asked.

"Oh, I do! I do! I don't think you should delay a second longer. Punish me with thy rod."

"I shall oblige thee, ma'am," he replied.

Bev looked in the mirror and watched in fascination as the huge black pillar sought entry into her most private spot. Between her legs was an organ the size of her forearm. She aided its forward progress by wiggling her shapely ass back and forth and reaching between her thighs to guide it. Within seconds, the dick found her sacred entrance and wormed its way inward and upward.

"Ummmm!" she moaned.

No matter how many times Bev got fucked by Jack, she was always amazed at his tremendous size. There was no way that she could take all of his organ into her tiny orifice. There was always three or four inches left out of her squeeze box. She suspected that in the three months that they'd made love, her hipbones had been displaced outward by several inches. After all, her body was so tiny in comparison to most women.

Bev giggled when he bumped the roof of her vagina with his prick. For some reason she especially liked that thrill. It was like her pussy saying to her, "Enough already! I'm stuffed!"

As he began to hammer away, she remembered how sex used to be: dull; monotonous; boring. All of her former lovers had been too small, too quick to ejaculate, and were never able to hold back for more than a few minutes. She was always left unfulfilled and angry.

But Jack and his magic organ changed all of that. The first time she saw his dick, she knew that her world would change for the better. The first time that she felt it with the palm of her hand she knew that things would never be the same. From that moment onward she craved black dick--preferably twelve inch monsters like Jack's.

As with Connie, he only thrust long enough to make her want more. He withdrew his organ from her snatch, and returned it to Connie's cunt.

Bev moaned in anguish, "Oh Jack! Please put it back in me. I need it so badly that I could die."

"Maybe in a while, sweetcakes, but for now it's time again for you, blondie. Spread those pussy lips."

Connie reached between her widespread thighs and allowed the thick shaft to burrow into her again. She enjoyed this incredibly nasty game. She thought it was very erotic. To think, she was playing a form of tag with Bev, and Jack's dick determined who was "it." She giggled at the licentiousness of her thought and smiled as the black meat pummeled into her hungry nest. Her lewd behavior was making up for lost time. After all, during her long decade of marriage she never knew what she was missing. "Ahhhh!" she moaned.

Bev looked at her with a deep sense of understanding. She knew that once a woman played Switcheroo Pussy with a stud like Jack, she would never waste her time with Bridge or Canasta again.

Jack withdrew and again asked Bev to bend over. She did willingly, and allowed her cunt to be reamed a few times before the beautiful black dick returned for a few strokes inside Connie.

Back and forth the black saber went-through the brunette thicket of Bev, and then into the sparse plain of Connie. Ostensibly as a form of punishment, but in actuality, providing nothing but pleasure.

Occasionally, he would make a comment such as, "I think Bev's is a little tighter."

"Ha ha," Bev would say. "See, we short girls provide something different."

He would then tease, "Yea, but Connie's is deeper. I can get my whole length into her."

Connie would stick out her pretty tongue and say, "See, we blondes have more fun."

Whenever either of the girls told a joke, he would give her a couple of hefty thrusts. He liked to look in the mirror and watch their titties bounce.

Connie asked, "Is that the way you applaud when you're fucking?"

"Yes. I've been trying to sell this idea to the television networks. It could make audience participation extremely interesting and rejuvenate interest in viewing."

He continued to remove his dick from one girl and put it in the other. Time after time. Again and again. After he had given each girl several dozen orgasms, he finally exploded into Bev. He figured that it was only fair. After all. Connie had received most of his semen that evening.

He let out a joyous cry of release and she screamed as well. Connie noted that they sounded as if they were rehearsing for an aria.

When Jack withdrew, he saw that his prick was covered with so much cum that it literally dripped onto the floor.

Bev saw the cum trailing down his inner thigh and said, "Oh myi I can't let that go to waste. It's more nutritious than my vitamin tablets and granola." She quickly got down on her knees, stuck out her tongue, and began licking it off.

Connie smiled and asked, "I didn't know that sperm was nutritious?"

Between licks Bev replied, "Sure. It contains a tremendous amount of protein."

"Really! Maybe you've got the right idea." Connie quickly joined her on the floor. She proceeded to wipe the other thigh clean with her tongue. She wasn't one to miss out on a health food craze.

Jack looked down at the two white women with obvious pride. Not only had he satisfied their carnal desires, but he had gone beyond that to destroy and dismantle any lingering racist taboos. If this brunette and this blonde proved anything, it was that sexual satisfaction cannot be inhibited. It cannot be constrained by the artificial barrier of race or class. Sex must be shared by as many participants as possible.

Let the penises pulse!

Let the pussies throb!

A new day had dawned in sexual relations!

Connie worked her way up to the scrotum and began cleaning the balls. Bev licked her way upward and began cleaning the penis. She didn't have any reservations about washing his cock with her mouth. She had done it before and loved the salty taste. This time, she had the added delight of tasting Connie on his organ.

Connie and Bev nearly got into a fight over who would get to lick the last drop. Fortunately, Jack had the wisdom to say, "Now girls! There's no need to fight. After all, there's plenty more where that came from."

When the women finished lapping up the cum they decided to take a bath. Bev led Connie through a bamboo partition to a new addition to the house: a large swirling hot tub.

Connie's eyes opened wide in surprise. "My goodness! This tub is certainly a lot larger than the one you used to have. Four people could sit in here comfortably-with room to spare."

"That's the idea," Bev winked as she ran her hand down Connie's backside.

Connie giggled and asked, "What's this contraption here in the middle?"

"That's a special type of chair. Here, sit in it and I'll show you how it works."

Jack watched as Connie sat in the underwater device. It was a small padded, contoured chair.

Bev explained, "When a person sits in this chair the pelvis is thrust forward, in much the same way that it is when a pillow is placed under the buttocks. Here. Just lay back."

Connie did as she was told and said, "Hey! The further I lean back, the wider my thighs open."

Bev giggled. "That's the whole idea, silly. To heighten the sensual aspects, the thighs of the individual who sits in it are spread wide apart. Furthermore, tiny jets of water are directed from the seat upward. Can you feel them?"

"Ummm, yes. They remind me of those in the bidet. They're giving me a constant sensual douche."

"The jets of water can be controlled by these knobs on the side," Bev pointed out. "But they're only useful if you're alone."

Connie understood the hint. "Are you suggesting that my pussy can be better taken of by a couple of friends?"

Bev squatted down and sat in front of her, She stared directly into the crotch of her friend's widespread thighs. "That's right, darling." She delighted in looking at the blonde cunt. She just had to have a lick. She bent forward and said, "Gee! It looks so sweet and cute just sitting there all alone."

Connie sighed and said, "It's lonely for your tongue, Bev. Go on. Have a taste."

Jack watched as Bev's lips touched the vaginal lips of Connie. Bev spread the outer lips and stuck her mouth between the folds. She spread the inner lips and stuck her tongue into the hole.

Connie had her long legs spread wide apart, and wore a smile of satisfaction on her face. She had plummeted into the depths of debauchery. And yet, she didn't feel morally corrupt. Not in the slightest. She felt liberated! She felt alive.

Little jets of water bubbled and swirled around her pelvic region, and hence, around Bev's bobbing head. With all the motion taking place in the water, she felt that she was the main ingredient in a pussy stew.

Connie looked down and watched Bev's tongue.

It was working as feverishly as that of a hungry kitten lapping at a bowl of warm milk. To allow her greater access, Connie reached between her thighs and pulled the vaginal lips further apart. She said to her dear friend, "Soup's on. Come and get it."

Bev had to stop and chuckle. Not only was Connie discovering the joys of sex, but also of frankness.

Jack soon had another hard-on and was ready for another round of action. He carefully stepped into the large tub and positioned himself behind Bev. Connie looked up at him and smiled lovingly. She knew what he was going to do and wanted to watch him do it.

Bev sensed his presence behind her and anticipated his next move by raising her buttocks out of the water. She returned her attention to Connie's cunt, but positioned herself so that her posterior was easily accessible.

Jack saw the small pink rosy ass rise to his view. He watched the water roll off of it, making it glisten in the light of the room. He carefully lowered himself unto his knees behind Bev and wedged his penis between her cheeks.

During this whole time, Bev never missed a tongue lapping of Connie's cunt. She continued her lingual assault of her friend knowing full well that within minutes she would have a black saber sawing in and out of her rectum. To encourage Jack, she suggestively wiggled her pert little ass back and forth, from side to side.

He could no longer contain himself. He reached over and grabbed a tube of K-Y Jelly and a condom.

Connie was surprised at how easily he found the items. Apparently, he and Bev had done this many times before.

Jack ripped the condom out of its package and unrolled it down his dick. He then emptied the entire contents of the K-Y tube into his hands. With both palms he massaged the lotion onto his upright shaft until it was literally dripping with the stuff. He massaged the remainder of the lotion onto Bev's ass and sphincter until her whole posterior glistened like the muscles of a Mr. Universe.

He looked at Bev's ass, placed his large hands on either rounded cheek, and separated the fleshy orbs until he stared directly at her tiny little sphincter muscle. He stuck one finger into her and moved it in and out.

"Oh Jack!" she moaned.

When his finger was able to easily slide back and forth, he stuck another finger in.

"Ohhh Jack!" she moaned again.

When he was able to move three fingers in and out of her without difficulty, he knew she was ready.

Without a second's delay, he placed the head of his large dick at the center of her ass-hole and carefully started to fuck his way in. A man had to be cautious and take his time. If he rushed things, he would surely make her scream like a Banshee.

Regardless of his cautious efforts, Bev let out a slight gasp of pain as the prick worked its way in. In fact, she stopped lapping at Connie's cunt for several seconds and gasped slightly with discomfort. However, she soon sighed with a low mewl of pleasure.

Jack certainly didn't want to hurt her. He took his time and allowed her tiny rectum to adjust to his massive girth, in much the same way that he had earlier allowed Connie's pussy. It was the considerate thing to do.

He didn't always like anal sex. Anyone who practiced it had to admit that it took some time getting used to. One of the problems was that some women didn't keep themselves entirely clean. But he and Bev had such a fetish about cleanliness that they would never attempt anal intercourse outside the bathroom. Bev went out of her way to keep a squeaky clean bottom. As a result, her crack showed no unsightly discoloration and her sphincter muscle was a bright healthy pink.

Of course, there were certain advantages with anal sex. First, the penis was gripped tighter than in the vagina. Secondly, a man could pentrate further. This was the most important consideration because a twelve-inch dong just wouldn't fit in most normal pussies. Only extraordinary ones like Connie's could hold all of his manhood.

As he thought of Connie, he opened his eyes and looked into hers. She was the very image of the ail-American, wholesome, white girl. Lovely face, blue eyes, beautiful teeth. He smiled broadly when he noted that Miss Wholesome was completely nude, had her legs spread apart at a 180 degree angle, and was currently having her cunt licked clean of black sperm by her next door neighbor.

He gave a couple of hefty thrusts to Bev's ass. "Argghh!" she moaned.

It never ceased to amaze him that her petite little body could hold his entire penis in her rectum. He reached around and placed his hand on her belly. He wanted to see if he could feel his dick burrowing into her. Alas! He felt some quivering in her abdomen. Whether it was the twitching of his dick, or her natural tummy spasms, was difficult to judge.

Meanwhile, Connie watched as the black wand disappeared into the tiny hole of her dear friend. "My goodness! How do you manage to take it, Bev?"

Without missing a nibble at Connie's cunt, she replied, "One centimeter at a time, my dear. One centimeter at a time."

The orifice had opened wide and, indeed, was gobbling the organ a centimeter at a time.

Jack asked Connie, "Has Herschel ever tried this with you?"

"Are you kidding!" she said. "No way. He isn't very creative sexually. In fact, he isn't very creative at all."

"Poor baby," said Bev between licks.

Jack looked at her and said, "Well, after I finish with Bev here, I'll have to introduce you to the joys of anal intercourse."

Connie's eyes lit up. "I don't know, Jack. I've never done it before. Besides, from the looks of things I think I would rather have Herschel's small penis in my rectum, instead of your large one."

Bev lifted her mouth from the blonde cunt long enough to say, "Don't be misled, Connie. Size makes all the difference in the rear passageway as well."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Only during the initial entry phase," Bev explained. "Everything thereafter is a piece of cake."

"What about hemorrhoids?"

"Connie!" Bev exclaimed. "You don't have hemorrhoids."

"How do you know?"

Bev lifted her face from Connie's cunt and said, "Because I've been licking everything between your ass-hole and your clitoris for twenty minutes, and your little sphincter muscle is a delightful little pink gem that should be introduced to Jack's black wand."

Connie still seemed uncertain. "I don't know.

Maybe I won't like it."

Bev laughed and said, "Remember earlier this afternoon when you said that you were afraid of new sexual experiences outside of marriage?"

"Yes."

"Well, you did and you enjoyed them, didn't you?" Connie smiled brightly.

Bev pushed her friend's pelvis upward slightly so she could kiss the sphincter. She then spoke as if she were talking to it. "Sweet little rosebud. Many treats are in store for you tonight. Soon you will flower open and know the joys that await you."

Connie simply smiled. "That's beautiful. I know I'm in good hands with you, Bev."

"Yes, it's my attempt at debauchery poetry. Meanwhile, ram it up my crack, Jack."

He laughed, and then they all burst into laughter. Everyone had a great time while Bev, and then Connie, got sodomized in the large four-person tub.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Connie woke Up the next morning in Bev's bed. On her left was a large black man with his arm draped across her narrow waist. On her right was her good friend Bev, whose hand was between Connie's legs. Everyone was as naked as a jaybird.

My god! she thought. What happened last night? Why aren't I in my own bed? Who is this black man? Why don't I have any clothes on? Where's Herschel?

She sat up in bed and quickly attempted to cover herself with the sheet. It was then that she noticed the smudged lipstick on her breasts and evidence of teeth marks on her abdomen. There was even some writing done on each of her breasts. On the left one was written the name "Bev," and on the right, the word "Jack."

"What the hell!" she softly whispered.

She felt her breasts and they felt tender. But they weren't the only parts of her anatomy. Her vagina felt as if a rolling pin had been shoved up it.

She lifted Bev's hand from her Mound of Venus and felt the little hillock of love. She carefully felt between her thighs to see if there were any signs of blood. Thank goodness, there wasn't.

She sat in utter dread for a minute or two. But slowly, she began to recall the images from the night before: the black penis in her pussy; Bev's mouth on her breasts; Bev's tongue in her vagina; her own tongue in Bev's vagina; everybody's tongue everywhere; Jack's penis everywhere.

She blushed deeply. My gosh! She had actually participated in an orgy! She reached underneath her buttocks and felt her ass-hole. Incredible! Even it was sore! She had actually done it! She had lost her anal virginity!

She looked down at the faces beside her and saw that each wore a smile. Both Bev and the black man were as happy as little kittens. And then, a smile began to appear on her own face.

Now she remembered fully. For the first time in her life she had been royally fucked! The big twelve inch dick wasn't a fantasy after all. It was real and it belonged to the man beside her.

Carefully, she leaned over and looked. Yes! There it was. Every woman's ultimate wish: a black cock the size of a Polish sausage and testicles the size of oranges. She had actually taken that monster into her-over and over again. In a dozen different ways, without shame and without guilt.

Wow!

And beside her was cute little Bev. Connie lifted the covers and looked at the petite body. She licked her lips at the sight of it. She remembered sampling this lovely body-sexually-over and over. In a dozen different ways, without shame and without guilt.

Wow again!

Suddenly she felt totally exhilarated. She looked from the male to the female, and from the female to the male. Two lovely specimens of scintillating sexuality. She had finally, at long last, experienced all the joys of sex. She had broken her marriage vows, but who the fuck retained them in this day and age anyway? Everybody was fucking around-regardless of the AIDS scare. Thankfully, she had lucked into wild sex that was safe. Just like the sixties! Just like the Sexual Revolution.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

She was already feeling randy, and her partners weren't even awake. Well, she knew how to fix that.

Without a second's delay she reached down and began playing with Bev's pussy. It felt so soft and yielding to her touch. She extended her fingers and trailed them lightly along the vaginal lips.

Bev began to sigh in her sleep.

Connie extended her index finger and gently rubbed it over her friend's clitoris. Twenty-four hours beforehand she would have never done this, but in the past day she had broken down the barriers. She spread the outer lips apart and peeked at the little nubbin. It looked so cute just sitting there, waiting for action. Well, she would see to it that it wouldn't have to wait long. She had learned that little delicacy was a mouth-watering appetizer.

Bev yawned, spread her legs slightly, and sighed again.

Connie lowered her lips to the brunette pussy and softly blew on it. She watched the pubic hair blow in the breeze that she had created. She put her nose in the brunette thicket and wiggled it back and forth. She inhaled.

Ahhh! She loved the musky aroma. She stuck out her tongue and licked.

Mmmmmm! She loved the taste as well. She suddenly worried that she was part lesbian. After a moment's reflective thought she realized that was impossible.

She loved big dicks too much to ever abandon them.

Bev had been in a deep restful sleep. She felt a warm breeze blowing between her legs, causing delicious sensations to course throughout her pubic mound. She opened her eyes, looked at her image in the mirrored ceiling, and smiled. Someone was licking her pussy and it wasn't Jack. She looked down, and sure enough, there was a blonde coiffured head between her thighs. She extended her hand and patted the blonde hair.

Her friend had become a shameless hedonist. She knew that once Connie had a taste of good sex, she would cling to it like a child to a toy.

Yes, once a woman abandons her foolish sexual hang-ups, she can begin to fully enjoy her body. As a result, life itself takes on an entirely new significance. No longer is a female restricted to a sole male, dependent upon him for everything from psychological self-esteem to security. Now she can play the field and enjoy everyone.

Connie felt a hand lovingly touching her-as if telling her that it was all right to let one's sexual desires be their guide. At long last she had removed herself from that damnable Middle western propriety that had caused her so much needless shame and guilt over the years. She was a free woman-plain and simple. She could do whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted. Her body was hers, not Herschel's. Her life was hers, not her husband's.

Wow! Wow! And double wow! She finally knew the exhilaration of being liberated!

With that thought in mind, she began lapping Bev's cunt more vigorously. After all, she wanted to please the women who had helped her into a new and wondrous lifestyle.

Meanwhile Bev reached over with her free hand and began fondling Jack's penis. It looked so innocent and cuddly compared to when it was erect. She realized that a flaccid penis brought out the nurturing side of a female, whereas a magnificent erection induced fear. That was odd. After all, a soft cock never produced the tremendous amount of joy which an erection did. Oh sure, one could suck on a limp dick, and play with it, but it just wasn't the same as when it was stiff.

She became philosophical and wondered why little girls weren't taught to lovingly admire erections? It would be a more useful lesson than quadratic equations. And it would certainly be more practical than learning the names of the state capitals. Maybe she could make a recommendation at the next PTA meeting: replace Geography with Erection Appreciation.

Bev ran her fingers up and down the cock's length several times before she felt a slight twitch. Ah! She knew that was a sign! She reached under the scrotum and tickled the balls.

Jack yawned, rolled over, and faced her. He reached down and patted her hand as it stroked his testicles. He said, "There's nothing a man loves better than to have a woman suck his cock in the early morning."

Bev smiled and imitated a rooster by calling, "Cock-adoodle-doo." Within seconds her ruby lips were wrapped around the stiffening black shaft and she was bobbing her head up and down like a yo-yo.

"Ahhh!" Jack moaned. "What a wonderful way to wake up."

He looked down and noticed that Bev's wasn't the only head in motion. Connie was also having a morning snack, except her main entre was Bev's cunt.

"Hey blondie!" he called. "How about switching positions slightly so I can have a breakfast meal too?"

Connie lifted her cum-stained face above the pubic hair and said, "Really!"

"Sure. Bring your pussy to my lips. I want to see if it tastes as good this morning as it did last night."

In only a matters of minutes, he learned that it did.

Jack had his face wedged between Connie's thighs, Connie had her face wedged between Bev's thighs, and Bev had her face wedged between Jack's thighs. It was a happy daisy chain of consenting adults. Everyone was licking, sucking, and lapping. The sounds of slurping permeated the room.

The trio finished each other off and then jumped into the shower together. They washed, scrubbed, and cleansed themselves, and they had a very hard time restraining themselves from one last round of intercourse.

Bev said, "Listen, if we don't stop, we'll spend the rest of the day in bed and never get anything done."

"What's wrong with that?" Jack teased.

They decided that from thereafter they would spend three nights a week together, and as many afternoons as possible.

Connie figured that she would be getting so much exercise in bed, that she wouldn't have to work out at the gym. She calculated that she'd be burning up so many calories in the sack, that she'd actually lose a few pounds.

Bev looked forward to the many new variations of daisy chains she wanted to try. Dozens of configurations, each promising to be more stimulating than the last. She would be living the sexual equivalent of Shangra-La for years to come.

Jack just felt tremendously lucky. He had himself the most beautiful, energetic, and free-spirited menage-a-trois possible. Bev had proven to be the key. Her sparkling charm had liberated Connie. And, of course, Connie was the crown jewel. Fucking an all-American girl was the ultimate turn-on, but when she was as beautiful as Connie, it was heaven.

Jack knew that they would become inseparable adventurers. In the weeks, and possibly, months to come, there wouldn't be a thing they wouldn't try. Would it be possible for him to keep his pants zipped?

He had truly lucked into the best of all possible worlds. Two gorgeous women who were always ready and willing to hump-just different enough physically to relieve any boredom which might set in. But he wouldn't be bored for quite a while. He was certain of that. These babes would keep him satisfied for years and years to come.

After she was dressed, Connie walked across the street to the world she had left behind. She wore a smile and wiggled her ass a little more suggestively than usual. She was a liberated woman exalting in her newly found freedom.

"Yippee!" she said aloud as she stepped onto the sidewalk in front of her house. No longer would she be satisfied with Herschel's worthless fucks. No longer would she stand for an abysmal sexual performance on the part of her spouse. No longer would she tolerate geographical lectures about state capitals as a substitute for stimulating conversation. For ten years she'd put up with that worthless bullshit.

On that note, she stopped to think. Bev and Jack hadn't really provided any stimulating conversation either. But what the hell! They were certainly stimulating in other ways. One day when all three of them were thoroughly fucked out, they would sit back and philosophize.

Besides, she would rather play Switcheroo Pussy any day of the week, than Name the State Capitals.

Just as she opened the door to her house she saw that Herschel was standing in the middle of the living room. She had to smile. Compared to Jack, her husband looked like a dork. His clothing didn't fit and was a decade out of style. His socks were too big, his legs were too scrawny, and his complexion was pallid. He didn't have a developed muscle anywhere on his body, and the last push-up he did was in grammar school.

"What are you doing up?" she asked as she removed her shoes. "You don't have a class to teach until ten o'clock."

"I know," he said. "But I thought now would be a good time for us to make love."

She burst out laughing. She attempted to stop herself, but couldn't. First, because he was no match for Jack, and secondly because he looked so ridiculous dressed in his imitation Hugh Hefner Playboy robe he had purchased at a garage sale. It was three sizes too large and made him resemble a pre-pubescent.

"Be serious," she said. "We haven't made love in the morning since our honeymoon."

"Don't you think that is all the more reason?" he asked with an awkward wink. He was so uncoordinated that he couldn't even suggestively wink properly. .

"I'm very, very tired, honey. Bev and I stayed up all night playing games. I couldn't make love right now if my life depended on it. I'm going upstairs to sleep. See you later."

Herschel almost cried. She had lied to him. For the first time during the course of their marriage, she hadn't been honest.

Oh well, it was probably for the best. After all, he couldn't very well expect her to say, "Bev and I got our brains fucked out by this well-hung black stud we picked up. And wow! He had a dick that you wouldn't believe! It was the size of a whale!"

Herschel wouldn't press for information. If she wanted to remain silent, that was her business. He would remain content just to have Connie as a wife. After all, he might get to fuck her once again someday-if he ever got, another erection.

Connie, on the other hand, realized that Herschel must have known something about what transpired between her, Jack, and Bev. But she didn't care. She was through with Limp Dick Herschel once and for all. She wasn't going to divorce him-just yet. She would let him fidget for a few years the way he had made her fidget for over a decade.

Jack and Bev were her newfound lovers. If worse came to worse, she would move in with one of them. To have Jack's big dick or Bev's sweet pussy at her ready disposal was a lot more appealing than geography lessons during breakfast from Herschel.

Besides, Herschel wouldn't have the guts to ask for a divorce anyway. She was his ticket to academic success. The only reason that he was allowed into the Faculty Club at the university was because all those horny old professors wanted to check out her ass. If Connie hadn't been sexy looking, Herschel would have been instantly dropped from membership.

So much for the enlightened world of Academia.

Connie walked upstairs and undressed. She wanted to get a few hours of sleep before heading back over to Bev's for the afternoon. There was no telling what might transpire. She wanted her pussy to be well-rested for any upcoming action. Her mind was alive with various possibilities. She giggled at her nasty thoughts.

Meanwhile, Herschel walked slowly out to the backyard. He looked down at the ground as he proceeded on his way. He still wore the ridiculous bathrobe he had worn in the living room. As he passed the rose bushes, he looked at them for a moment and remembered cutting the bouquet the night before.

Alas, he realized that was in another lifetime.

He turned and walked to the garage. He shut the door and turned on the overhead light. He stepped over to the window and closed the blinds. He grabbed a couple of National Geographies from his bookshelf and sat down in his favorite chair.

He turned to an article on New Guinea, found a picture with a naked female, and slowly opened his robe. He removed his penis and held it in the palm of his hand.

Alas! he was happy.

THE END
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