Chapter 11
When Book pulled his long, limbering cock from her still-convulsing pussy, Alta was dimly aware of another man excitedly taking his place between her trembling legs. She moaned weakly in protest, refusing to open her eyes or have any part in it. It seemed not to matter to the man, for he said nothing as he thrust his organ into her body. Alta wanted to laugh. The cock which had replaced Book's was so tiny and ineffective in comparison. She could barely feel it jabbing rapidly in and out of her sloppy, stretched cunt.
Then the man was also kissing her passionately; and she did not laugh, for his kiss was strangely familiar. She opened her eyes and looked into his lust-racked face. It was Lloyd, her own husband.
"Alta," he croaked. "Oh, my darling... my darling!"
"Lloyd? Jesus, honey, I can hardly feel you. Have you got it in me?"
"Oh shit!" Lloyd moaned. "Yes, darling, it's in... but son of a bitch... I can hardly tell it, either. Good Lord, your cunt is twice as big as before! What have I done? Letting you screw that goddamned giant... what have I done? Oh, Christ, everything's ruined now."
"It'll be all right, Lloyd. In a few days I'll be back to normal... then it'll be nice and tight for you again," Alta soothed.
"Noo," Lloyd moaned. "You'll never be satisfied with me again... not after that black stud bastard. Oh, God! I know how much you liked him fucking you. I could tell. You loved it, didn't you? Admit it."
"Yessss... oh, yes! Damn, Lloyd, it was simply marvelous! Did you watch us, honey? Was it a good show? Is that what made you so hot? watching me take on that black giant?"
"I saw it all," Lloyd said, his voice telling of the mixed emotions within him. "Most everyone wound up watching you and Book. For crying out loud, baby, I've never seen anything so damned sexy as you going out of your head over his big dick. Oh crap... how'll I ever satisfy you after that?"
Alia couldn't answer his question, for at the moment his erratically plunging penis was having no effect on her whatsoever. She glanced about the room. If everyone had been watching her, she couldn't tell it. All the Negroes were at the bar now, naked still, with their drooping peters dripping milky drops as they talked and sipped their drinks. Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, every man was now with his own wife. They were doing different things, some kissing only, some screwing and kissing like she and Lloyd. One very young white wife was crying, her husband silting in front of her and glaring angrily into her face. Vera and Bill were sitting against the wall, his arm about her shoulders, both of them grinning as they sipped drinks and surveyed the reaction of their guests.
"How will I ever satisfy you after that?" Lloyd was still mumbling. "Don't leave me, Alta. I love you so much, darling."
"Oh, Lloyd," she cooed. "I'm not going to leave you, darling. You're my husband. I love you with all my heart and soul!"
In his intense excitement and terrible mental anguish, Lloyd seemed not to hear her reassuring words. Alia took him in her arms and cradled him to her, stroking her moist palms lovingly over his back.
"Shit," he muttered. "This isn't doing a thing for you, is it?"
Alta thought of lying, then replied truthfully instead, "Not much, I'm afraid. But don't worry about it, darling. Time will bring everything back to normal."
"I've ruined you," Lloyd groaned, "sacrificed you on the altar of my lust I've let the sweetest pussy in all the world be reamed double in size, and for what? All for the sake of a goddamned voyeuristic thrill! What a miserable prick I am!"
"No, Lloyd. Don't say that, darling."
"I'll make it up to you, Alta. Right now. I'll show you how much I love you. I'll give you pleasure. I'll do something you love, something that never fails to turn you on."
With that, Lloyd pulled his dick from her yawning cunt and began hotly kissing down her body. For a moment, because of her satiated condition, Alta was confused. She felt her husband's lips working feverishly over her sweaty flesh, kissing every inch of her body as he moved lower and lower. Over half of her large til was sucked greedily into Lloyd's wide-open mouth, then the other, sending a shiver of response through her reawakening senses. But before she had time to fully enjoy his hot mouth working at her tits, he kissed down her stomach and stuck the tip of his wet tongue into her navel, swirling it about as his hands kneaded her warm buttocks. Lower yet he went, his flashing tongue leaving a wet trail of saliva as it zigzagged delightfully over her lower abdomen.
The lip of his tongue lapped along the top of her hairy triangle, giving Alta a jolt as she realized what he ultimately-intended. "Lloyd?" she gasped. "No, darling. Oh, God, don't I'm in such a mess down there. Ohh... please don't kiss me there. It isn't necessary. Lloyd? Lloyd? Do you hear me?"
She fought to raise her head. In her weakened condition it was quite an effort. The expression on her husband's face startled her; and she knew then how frantic he was, how terribly excited and guilty and fearful of losing her he really was. He was staring at her pussy, his eyes clearly showing his inner torment. Alta whimpered and let her head drop back to the floor. She didn't have the energy at the moment to stop Lloyd from doing what he seemed so intent upon.
The godawful sight of his wife's abused pussy sent icy fingers gripping Lloyd's heart. It hypnotized him; he gawked at her gaping chasm in disbelief as the bittersweet pain welled up inside his chest. Her dense pubic hair was soaked with sweat and a mixture of hers and the Negro's sex juices, stuck to her skin in tight ringlets, glistening wetly under the glare of light.
Standing all red and inflamed at the top of her cunt was Alta's much buffeted clitoris, so enlarged now that it looked like a tiny peter. The larger lips of her puss were open wide, swollen and puffy and covered with a coating of Book's sperm. They seemed to wink at Lloyd, to shimmer brightly. A rope of cum hung from her steaming slit, trailing past her quivering anus and running riverlike through the gorge of her buttocks.
Inside, her smaller lips were the color of bright crimson. They too were standing open, giving Lloyd a look up her dilated vagina, where strings of white jizz clung obscenely to the velvety walls of her enlarged sheath.
A whimpering sob escaped Lloyd's throat. Then, oblivious of the watchful eyes of Vera and Bill, he opened his mouth wide and shoved his face into Alta's fresh-fucked pussy. Moaning mournfully, he plunged his tongue deep into her vagina and licked furiously at her soft, slick walls the way she so loved him to do. As he screwed his tongue up and down her cum-drenched tunnel, he flicked her fiery clit by working his upper lip back and forth over the edges of his top teeth. Within seconds he heard his wife heave a pleasured sigh. It filled his heart with joy. He was still able to give her pleasure, after all.
Wanting to resist but unable to do so, Alta opened her legs to best advantage and tilted her cunt snugly against Lloyd's face. She reached down and took his head with her hands, holding him tightly to her, popping her clit over the edges of his teeth as his tongue kept working deep inside her vagina.
"Oh, Lloyd... ! Good... that's so good! Jesus, how messy it must be for you... but don't stop... not now! Suck me, darling... harder... ouuu! Yes! Oh, yesss... turn me WRONG SIDE OUT!!!"
It was awfully messy, but Lloyd didn't mind in the least. Alta's ragged plea told him how much pleasure he was giving her, and that was all that mattered to him at the moment. Responding instantly to her passionate urging, he sucked down harshly on her pussy. A mass of slippery male fuck juice gushed into his mouth. Reflexively he swallowed it down and went right on sucking for all he was worth, drawing Alta's swollen cunt lips into his mouth and nipping and licking at them as she shuddered deliciously against his face. He worked himself around and offered her his throbbing cock. Immediately she took it into her mouth, cupping his buttocks and holding him to her, sucking him as wildly as he sucked her, till they both exploded joyously.
For nearly an hour after that the party drooped. Other than the nudity of all the guests, it was no more exciting nor erotic than a regular social function where drinks are served. People sat about and talked while sipping drinks. Occasionally a couple got up enough energy to dance, but all in all everyone seemed satiated and tuckered out. The Negro studs, who had moments earlier been the highlight of the affair, now seemed out of place. They put on their uniforms and left. Book stopped by to say good bye to Alta on his way thought the living room.
"It was a real blast, baby," he said, grinning broadly. "If you ever want to get together again, let Bill know. He can always reach me."
As Lloyd looked on sulkily, Alta let Book take her in his strong arms and kiss her. She was amazed to find herself quickly responding to his deeply thrust tongue. Before she lost control, she pulled away and smiled unsurely at him. "I may take you up on your offer," she whispered, so Lloyd couldn't hear. "God, Book, you've got the most fantastic prong. I have a feeling I'll need another fix soon. I think maybe I'm hooked."
He chuckled softly, cupping her soft butt. "I never thought of myself as a pusher; but I'll be glad to give you an injection whenever you feel the need, just remember that."
"I will, honey. Good night."
"See you, baby."
Alta watched Book move across the room and shut the door behind him. A sense of loss swept over her. God, how big and black and handsome he was, and so masculine! She knew he'd be in her dreams in the near future, and she wondered if Lloyd would permit her to see him again. She wanted to, even if she had to sneak to do it.
Lloyd let out a little snort as she sat back down beside him on the couch. "Good riddance," he muttered. "It was a bad idea Bill had."
Alta was in no mood to argue. She was much too relaxed and content. "I suppose," she agreed.
"What do you mean, you suppose? You're cunt's loose and sloppy and you merely suppose? Christ, that fuckin' buck nearly ruined you for me. I like a tight puss, goddamn it."
"Yes, Lloyd," she said, realizing for the first time how drunk her husband was getting. "Ill be fine in a few days."
"Better be, damn it. If I wanted to fuck a cow's box, I would have bought one."
"That's enough, Lloyd!"
He blinked, then tried to pass it off as a joke. But Alta knew better. She handed him her empty glass; and as she watched him weaving toward the bar, she felt resentment for her husband for the first time in their marriage. He had no right to take it out on her. After all, it was because of his urging that she allowed Book to enter her in the first place. When Lloyd returned with their fresh drinks, Alta took hers silently from his hand and tilted it up. Nearly half of it was gone when she lowered her glass.
Alta lit a cigarette and sat smoking and sipping the rest of her drink. Her body ached pleasantly. Every nerve in her was at peace. She lay back her head and closed her eyes when she'd finished her smoke, drifting into the pleasant haze on the wakeful side of slumber. The party noises kept her from actually going to sleep. "Are you the one?" she kept hearing a feminine voice ask, and each lime the question was followed by a curse or a squeal from other feminine voices.
Dimly Alta sensed someone approaching her. It was a girl, judging from the fragrance of perfume which preceded the physical contact. She felt fingers close about one of her sensitive nipples. A spear of pain shot through her as the unseen fingers tightened down rather suddenly. Alta left her eyes closed and sighed, letting the fingers pinch yet tighter into her brown nipple.
"Yes," the feminine voice said with satisfaction. "You're the one whose tits I pinched while we were undressing. It had to be you. You're the only girl left."
With her eyes still shut, Alta smiled up serenely at the girl. "I'm the one," she admitted, savoring the sex pain given by the girl's still-pinching fingertips.
"You want to do it again?" the girl asked. "Pinch each other?"
"I'm too content to hurt anyone now," Alta murmured.
"Good. That makes it all the better. I want to hurt you, though; and, by God, I'm going to."
Before Alta could speak, the girl took her other nipple and pinched both her tender buds as hard as she could. A loud gasp sounded throughout the room as Alta stiffened and sucked in her breath.
"There... there!" the girl shouted, suddenly sitting on Alta's legs and twisting her rapidly hardening nipples till Alta thought she would rip them from her body.
Resistance was the farthest thing from Alta's mind. What the girl was doing to her was utterly delicious. The pain grew sharper yet as the girl twisted her nipples brutally this way and that. All Alta could do was let her head roll from side to side on the backrest of the couch, whimpering like a dog being whipped.
"You like it, don't you?" the girl hissingly demanded. "Pain turns you on, doesn't it, baby?"
"Yess! Oh, my God... yesss! It's so new to me... just learned how lovely pain is tonight! Hurt me, darling! Really hurt me!"
"Damn right, I'll hurt you," the girl hissed. "I found a new side of my personality tonight too, thanks to you."
"My boobs... harder! Pinch harder! Twist them off... use your fingernails now!"
"Gladly, my dear. Just what I had in store for you next.
Alta steeled herself as the girl's long fingernails dug into the soft brown aureole behind her hard nipples. Nothing but fingernails touched her flesh now, sharp and long, biting deeper and deeper. "Ohhh... oh, darling," Alta sighed.
Then the sharp nails tore at her nipples, scratching and pulling and twisting till Alta was sobbing and writhing about in ecstasy, on the verge of a pain-caused climax. The more she bucked and moaned the harder the girl twisted and tugged at her raw nipples. Finally she could stand it no longer. She threw her head wildly about, shouting shrilly for all to hear; "I'm coming... coming! Oh God! It hurts so much! Darling! Ohhh... damn, damn, damn!!!"
By the time Alta had regained her senses, the other guests were standing before her in a half-circle, each of them staring at her with interest. Everyone except Lloyd was looking at her, that is, for her husband was slumped beside her on the couch, snoring in the dark nothingness of alcoholic stupor.
"I think we've got us an honest to goodness masochist," Bill said. "Look at Alta's face, Vera. Have you ever seen such ecstasy?"
Vera appeared delighted with the discovery. She said, "I think you're right, Bill. Let's give her the works and see how she takes to it."
"Right, honey," Bill agreed. "You get the leather straps and I'll carry her back to the last bedroom."
Alta's eyes grew wide with fright as Vera hurried away and Bill came toward her. "No. No, don't Leave me alone, Bill."
Her words went in one of his ears and right out the other. Bill laughed as he bent over her, then hooked one hand under her knees and wrapped his other arm around her back. He lifted her with ease and started walking off with her kicking and screaming.
"Come on," Bill called over his shoulder. "Everyone gets to whip her a little."
"Bill," Alta pleaded, "let me down. For God's sake, don't do this to me! You can't be serious... can you?"
By the time he answered, "Wait and see," Alta realized they were at the end of the, long hall. She felt terror rising in her chest as Bill turned into the last bedroom and flicked on the light. There was nothing in the last bedroom and flicked on the light. There was nothing in the room but a bed, a high bed, with leather restraints fastened to each of the four sturdy bedposts. Tears were streaming down her cheeks when Bill stopped at the side of the bed and ignominiously dumped her face down upon it. She fought against him, keeping him from securing her ankle with one of the restraints until two of the men came into the room and Bill got them to help him. She gave up then, sobbing piteously as the two men held her helpless while Bill secured her to the bed, spread-eagling her on her stomach, attaching her ankles and wrists firmly to the four comers of the special bed. She panicked when they took their hands off her, and struggled vainly to get herself loose from the harsh leather bonds.