Coffee 'n Cream
[aka 'Connie's Stud']
by Unknown


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 
ignoramous profession." 

He stopped sobbing just long enough to say, "It's not an ignoramous 
profession, Connie. It's paid our bilk 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 be 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 
neigh' borhood. 

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 cornhole 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 behaviour. 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 curiousity 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 irregularly. 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 modem 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 truly 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 distance. 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 aureolae. 

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 Pokier, 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 nickles, 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 immenently 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 die 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 takehome 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 shag 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 ball game. 

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 mend 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. 
Unlike 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 releashing 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 tG 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. Unlike many large women, Connie didn't 
resemble an amazon. Although her breasts and hips were large, she maintained 
a firm, incurving stomach. It was delightlful 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 botom 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 
Cxmnie'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 genrerous 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. Unlike 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. 

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" 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 lovlier 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 catapalted 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 chickenshit. "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 freind 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. Mmm! 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 liason 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 mischeviously. "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 freind'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 continous 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 naughtly 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 shiek. It was rumoured 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 castmember 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 contempory 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 white 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 of a penis before. She tried to remember 
her anatomy lessons. Did a black man have mote veins on his dicK? No, no 
way. That would be impossible. The I 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 nicked 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 gentry 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 fuck. 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 test." 

"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 fucking 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. Cmon! Cmon!" 

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 ofher 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 
liason 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 releashed a final, "Ahh! Ahhhhhhhh!" 

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 slitered 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 upthrust 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 needledick. 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 cornsilk 
hair, an upturned nose, and a fair 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." 

WI 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 sper-mary 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 ovet 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 her 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 outstroke, while opening wide in 
supplication on the instroke. 

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 wathcing 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 die 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 balk 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. 

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. 

"Mmmph!" 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 releashed 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 out 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 ringers 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, hack in Connie's house across die 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 Bamum and Bailey Bigtop. Later the old man had to rush to the 
bath-room 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 clay's lecture. 

In many ways he felt inadequate sexually. He knew that he was underequipped 
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 gender. 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 titilating 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 account' aqts, 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 
un-likely because of recent educational cutbacks, and the latter even more 
so because according to laboatory 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. Furthermote, 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 pel vises 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 tell-tale 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. 

Harschel 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 tolling 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 fat 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 Hue-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 mote 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 noticably. 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. 

"Hew 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?" 

Unlike 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 (but. 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. 

"Mmmm!" 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 widespred 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 go-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 liason 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 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 my! 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 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 assualt 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 uptight 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 asshole 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 all-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 centimetet 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 asshole 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 teethmarks 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 asshole. 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. 

Mmmm! 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 tree hand and began fondling Jack's 
penis. It looked so innocent and cuddly compared to when ir 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. Aftet 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-a-doodle-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-stamed 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. Hei 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
