Chapter 9

The Osmond home, like Bonnie and Craig's, was located in the exclusive hills overlooking Tucson, only farther up and more secluded. It reeked with privacy and old West atmosphere. Bill, Lloyd and Alta had learned, was a building contractor. He'd taken advantage of his talent and imagination when he and Vera had built their home. It was new but looked old and authentically Western, almost like a big long bunkhouse. It was clapboard construction, very solid and durable, stained rather than painted, and had a shed-type roof. A long porch ran the full length of the front, with a graveled circular drive leading up to the main entrance. Two old-fashioned swings were hung from the porch rafters, and several cane-bottomed straight chairs rested casually about.

Inside the house one had a pervasive feeling of stepping back a hundred years into the frontier West. Alia loved the fabulous house, especially the kitchen. It had all the modern conveniences without showing it easily. The cock-stove looked like an old woodburner, but of course-was not. It burned natural gas and had been custom made to Vera's order. The refrigerator appeared to be a giant old-fashioned ice box. There were no built-in cabinets, just fantastically beautiful and ornate cupboards.

The formal dining room contained a massive round table and chairs. They were made of oak, solid and lasting. These were not fake, but real antiques, very lovely and old and expensive.

The bedrooms, too, looked authentically old West, with one to three double beds in them depending on the size of the particular room. There was a long hallway, leading from the massive living room at one end of the house to an attached garage at the other. The garage looked, of course, more like a carriage house than a modern garage. The lighting was electric, but was soft and subdued, giving the impression of candles and kerosene lamps, which the smaller light fixtures appeared actually to be.

The living room itself, where the party was in progress, was huge. Hand-hewed rafters decorated the ceiling as well as supported the shed roof. The walls were paneled with a redwood plank design. There was one big picture window, through which the night lights of Tucson could be seen glimmering, far off and down, in the distance. Even the carpet, thick and plush, had been made to fit in with the old West decor. At first glance it looked exactly like a rough plank floor with throw rugs scattered about here and there. But walking on it, with the feeling that her feet sank in clear up to her ankles, Alta knew the carpet would make quite a comfortable wall-to-wall mattress for the upcoming orgy.

A drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Alta stood at the big window, looking out into the night. Tucson looked beautiful from this vantage point, almost magical. For a moment she tried to figure out where she and Lloyd living among those thousands of lights. The location of their apartment would not hold her interest, though. The theme of the party was too erotic. It kept coming into her consciousness and crowding everything else out. She wondered how it would be to lie beneath a black man, to feel his thick lips pressing on hers and to accept his black organ into her body. Could Negroes really be so different from white men, she wondered?

She didn't know what to expect, A strange sensation of nervous anticipation possessed her. The other girls seemed anxious, too, she noticed. They were drinking too fast and talking too much. Only six other couples were present, besides Vera and Bill, and none of the girls had lain with a Negro. It would be as new to them as it would to Alta. The waiting was the worst part. Bill knew people, all right, and was still steadfastly refusing to announce when his group of black studs would arrive. The tension kept building and building. Everyone was nervous except Vera and Bill, both of whom kept referring to the black and white orgy which would climax their party. Jesus, it was getting to be a form of torture! Talking and drinking. Why the hell didn't they all get together and do something now? Alta detected a slight tremor in her hand as she turned up her glass and finished off her third drink. Already she was beginning to feel a bit high. Just as she turned from the window to go for a fresh drink, Bill called out: "Shut the drapes, Alta baby. It's time for fun and games."

"About time," Alta called back, grinning as she drew the drapes. She put her cigarette out and left her empty glass on the coffee table as she walked over to join the small group huddled at the center of the room. "What's going on?" she asked.

Lloyd took her hand and pulled her into the tight formation of standing, still fully dressed couples. A female hip pressed against her on one side and a male rear on the other. Lloyd drew her against him for a kiss, then said, "It's another one of Bill's ideas. Some sort of sensitivity thing."

Before Alta could ask what sort of thing, the lights went out and Bill began talking as he moved unseen across the darkened room to add his body to the group, "Nobody takes off any of his own clothes, now. Start undressing the person nearest you. When I say 'change', fumble in the dark for another body and take off something from it. Let's mix it up first, so no one will know who they are undressing. It's more fun that way. No talking, now. Mix it up... move around till I say stop."

In total darkness Alta felt her husband move away from her. Bodies slid against her on all sides, with hands touching her everywhere. Not knowing who was fondling her made the hidden touches to her tits and ass and pussy all the more voluptuous. Squeals and giggles filled the living room. Alta, quickly in the mood of the group-grope, let her hands caress the sexual organs of the unseen people she moved through and around and held on to. Through trousers she could feel the men already beginning to erect.

"Okay," Bill said. "Let's shed some clothes."

Hands felt over Alta's waist and upper body, exploring for buttons. She left herself be turned toward the owner of the hands. Fingers began undoing her blouse as she reached out in the darkness to explore her partner of the moment. She felt a shirt. A pack of cigarettes was in the breast pocket. A man stood before her, undressing her in the dark. God, but it was exciting! She hadn't the faintest idea who the man was. A sudden desire to do something sexy and intimate overwhelmed her. While one hand worked tremblingly at the buttons of his shirt, Alta unzipped the unknown man's fly and reached hotly inside his shorts. As the man chuckled and squeezed harshly at her tit, Alta sighed and took a firm grip on his hard, warm dick. She tugged it out of his pants and worked her hand up and down its length till she had all the buttons on his shirt loosened, then reluctantly let go his cock to use both hands to remove his shirt.

"Toss the clothing out into the room," Bill called.

Alta pitched the shirt high into the air, then let the man from whom she'd taken it turn her around and pull off her blouse. She felt his body jerk as he tossed her blouse away. Before she could turn to face him again, his fingers began working at her bra hooks. Quickly he undid her bra and slid it from her. No sooner had he discarded her bra than his body pressed tight against her back and his hands claimed her bare tits. The tips of his fingers found her hardening nipples and tweaked them. Alta pushed her hands between his loins and her soft buttocks to again grasp his rod.

"Change!" Bill shouted.

Giving the cock in her hand a fond squeeze, Alta worked her butt seductively back and forth. She released the cock but the man's fingers still held to her nipples. New hands were already feeling at her waist when suddenly the fingers tightened brutally about her sensitive nipples. Sucking in her breath to keep from screaming aloud, Alta felt intense pain in her breasts. Then, the final second before her nipples were released, she felt the, fingers twist harshly at her tender brown flesh. Sobbing, her mind reeling at the unexpected action, Alta grabbed the body in front of her and stood trembling.

To her great surprise , the frenzied twisting and pinching of her nipples had turned Alta on even more than before. The new partner, who was taking off Alta's skirt, turned out to be another girl, with her bra also gone. Alta fondled the girl's tits, standing still as her skirt was pushed down over her hips and thighs. Her nipples felt raw and numb, sending out a dull glow through her body. She wanted more of the delicious sex pain, and eagerly took the unseen girl's hands and brought her fingers up to her abused nipples. She fitted the hesitant fingertips over her brown buds, then reached again for the girl's tits, grasping her hardened nipples and pinching down harshly.

"What--" the unsuspecting girl gasped painfully.

"Pinch me back," Alta pleaded, digging furiously at the whimpering girl's nipples now. "Please... ohhhh... oh yes! Harder! Mmmm... HARDER!!!"

The girl tore; at Alta's nipples like an enraged tigress, pinching, pulling, twisting. All the while Alta kept punishing her tits, too, trying to rip them from her. Both girls were caught up in the sudden fit of sado-maso action. Both were panting for breath, sobbing, gasping.

"Change!" Bill yelled.

"Darling," Alta whispered raspily, pulling the girl tightly to her and kissing her passionately before hands grasped her and pulled her away.

Alone, Alta turned to the left and fumbled for a new partner. No single body was available. She found a couple, both of them men, undoing each other's trousers. Wearing only her stockings, hose, and panties now, Alta joined the male couple. She put an arm around each, stroking their backs, as they each removed the other's trousers and shorts. When they were naked save shoes, one of the men put his hand on the top of Alta's head and pushed her to her knees beside them. A hard cock hit her in the face. The other man evidently didn't get the idea. But Alta did. Opening her mouth to take in the insistent dick, Alta reached for the other male organ. She took it greedily in her hand and pulled the warm, velvety glans across her cheek toward her mouth.

It was impossible for her to suck them both deeply at the same time, because of the angle involved. But she managed to get both cock heads inside her wide-open mouth. Sucking and licking them both at the same time, Alta put her arms around the men's legs and held tremblingly to their thighs.

"Change!"

One cock immediately left her suctioning mouth. As the owner moved away, the other man took her head with both hands and pulled her face slowly forward. The throbbing glans buried in her throat. Alta felt hands fumbling over her, first at her head, then down her body, finally stopping to remove her pumps and began taking off her stockings. Moving as the unseen hands urged, Alta went on sucking the strange prick. One shoe was gone, then the other, followed by jerkily disappearing nylons. Only her panties remained when the organ in her mouth twitched into orgasm.

A groan wafted down from the man's mouth as his juice shot all musky and warm deep inside Alta's working throat. Whimpering with delight, holding to his buttocks and digging in with her long fingernails, Alta held the man to her and drank him dry. His cock was growing limp in her mouth when Bill again called "Change!"

A slurping noise sounded as the man pulled his limbering rod from Alta's mouth and left her kneeling on the floor. The person behind her, the one who'd removed her shoes and stockings, pulled her to her feet and quickly whisked off her panties. It turned out to be another girl, Alta discovered when tits mashed passionately against hers and a wet mouth sought hers for a tongue-sucking kiss. Alta held to the female body, trembling from head to toe, thrusting her sperm-slick tongue deep into the girl's mouth, moaning blissfully along with her as their cunts rubbed sensually together.

Short moments later Bill snapped on the lights. Everyone was nude, or nearly so, and seemed suddenly embarrassed except for one couple hotly engaged in intercourse on the floor. They seemed not to even notice the light, and went right on hunching blissfully at one another. Bill and Vera went about gathering up the discarded clothing and putting it all in a neat pile at one corner of the living room.

"Now that's the way to get a party going," Bill commented, grinning as he pointed to the fucking couple, whom all the others were already watching.

There was not one limber dick in the entire room. At Vera's suggestion, all the guests formed a circle around the frantically screwing couple, putting their arms around the person on either side of them. The unbroken circle of physical contact worked its magic and soon no one seemed shy about their common nakedness.

"Look at them go!" one man exclaimed. "That's my wife. God, isn't she beautiful?'" Then he added, as if it were an afterthought, "It's hard to believe she was frigid before we started swapping. Jesus, it's really done wonders for her. Look at her. She's coming! Go, baby! Go, go, go!"

His hoarse announcement wasn't necessary, for it was plain for all to see that the lovely young wife was hurtling into the wildest of orgasms. Alta felt a warmth in her own loins as the girl threw her legs up and locked herself tightly to the thrusting male body above her. Neither the girl nor the man had opened their eyes since the lights had come back on, and neither knew who the other was. A wave of vaginal secretions washed down Alta's tunnel at the erotic union. She held tightly to the girl on one side of her and the man on the other as the orgasming girl on the floor let out a shrill squeal of pure joy and began sobbing brokenly. Her body twisted and jerked spasmodically as the man increased his efforts, hitting into her harder and faster, straining to join her in climax. Then, grunting and shaking his head, he slammed down brutally, driving his sperm-spurting cock deep into her fluttering belly. As his ass trembled and quivered ecstatically, the girl threw her arms around him and whimpered deliciously, holding him tightly to her as his juice gushed into the depths of her jerkily spasming cunt.

"Let's dance," Vera suggested. "Put on some music, Bill."

"Yeah," he readily agreed, going to start the music. "There's nothing like nude dancing. Come on, everybody, belly up to one another and let your inhibitions fly out the window."

When the music started, Alta found herself dancing close with the nearest male. His dick stood out hard and warm, its smooth glans pressing into her abdomen in the most comforting manner. His hands were both on her buttocks, each holding snugly to a cheek of her fine ass. She let her own hands drop, taking the man by his hairy buttocks and pulling him even tighter into the intimate contact.

"Mmm," she sighed contentedly, gliding effortlessly with him in time to the slow dreamy tune. "This is nice."

"Very nice," he said softly, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his lips moving.

A tremor swept over Alta as the man's tongue darted into her ear and licked wetly about. "Ohhh," she softly murmured, stroking his hairy buttocks, "that will get you everywhere!"

He chuckled. Stopping all movement, he said, "Stand on my feet, honey. Let's get hooked up in a more intimate fashion."

Getting the idea at once, and liking it instantly, Alta carefully stepped on the tops of his feet. The bare soles of her feet resting comfortably, she brought the moist, slightly parted lips of her pussy to the head of his organ. She drew back her head, smiling and looking into his eyes, then wiggled her heated opening over his bulbous glans and snuggled his cock full into her.

"Mmmm," she sighed, pressing her pubic mound tightly against his loins and bending his hot dick from one side of her vagina to the other. "I like this type of dancing. What's your name?"

"Jim... What's yours?"

"Alta. You've got a nice peter, Jim. I love the way it feels inside me as we dance."

Jim grinned. "I sort of like the feel of you, too, baby."

They hugged. Alta's large soft tits flattened against his hard masculine chest as he went on dancing with her standing on the tops of his feet. Neither of them made any attempt at screwing, just went on dancing and holding to one another, letting his cock move gently about from the dance movements only. Alta loved it. It was a completely new sensation for her. His organ nudged and probed from side to side and up and down inside her, delightfully massaging and pushing her slippery sheath this way and that. It was so erotic... so soothing. She wondered if she could orgasm like that, with no thrusting, with his lovely hard prick merely soaking lazily in her warm vagina. The head occasionally flicked the tip of her womb, and each time it did she heard herself moan involuntarily and realized she was holding him a bit lighter than before. She could have gone on dancing like that with Jim for the rest of the night; but it was not to be, for a loud knock at the front door jarred her out of her dreamy, sensuous mood.

"That'll be our studs," Rill said, going at once to let the Negro Airmen into the house. He swung open the door, grinning broadly as he shook hands with the first man. "Book, good to see you again. Come on in, the rest of you guys too. Drinks arc waiting at the bar. Go on over and get whatever you like."

"I made them wear blindfolds during the drive, like you said, Bill," Book informed Bill as he stood to the side and ushered the Negroes in his charge through the door and into the house. "There's no way any of them could find this place again, I guarantee."

"Good! I knew I could count on you, Book," Bill said confidently. "Come on and gel yourself a drink. What do you think of this blowout? See any girl you especially want. You've got the pick of them tonight."

Alta watched Book and Bill move across the living room toward the bar. Book was smiling surely as he looked about at all the naked white women present. He nodded his kinky head in approval as he took in Alta with his cocksure gaze.

"That one," Book said, nudging Bill and pointing out Alta. "I want her."

Bill laughed raucously. "You've got an eye for women, Book. I have to hand it to you. Get a drink and I'll introduce you."

A shiver of excitement shot up Alta's spine. She watched Bill and Book move to the bar. God, he was a giant! All the Negroes were at least six feet tall, but Book was closer to seven feet. His build was not like a basketball player either, more like a pro football player, beefy and brawny, masculine to the nth degree. Alta wondered if she could support all those bulging muscles. And then a thought struck her, just as Book came walking toward her and smiling--if his penis was in proportion to the rest of him, he would be hung like a damned mule! A weakness spread outward from her stomach as she imagined taking his massive black organ into her tight vagina.

Then he was standing in front of her, reaching out and shaking her trembling hand, saying how delighted he was to know her. Bill, thank God, introduced them by first names only, as he later did with all the other black men and white women. The Negroes were there for a special purpose and knew it--to give an eager group of white young wives their first experience of making it with soul brothers. They were treated very nicely, but they wen; not a permanent part of the swap group and accepted the fact of their participation being a one-time thing only. No long-term friendships were offered or expected. The black studs had come for an orgy, and quickly each picked out his female partner for the affair.

"Take Book's uniform off, Alta," Bill suggested. "Make him comfortable while he has his drink."

Smiling unsurely, Alta began taking off his coat. "I guess this is going to be all right... but Jesus, Book, you're so big! Are you big all over? I mean--" Book laughed and Bill said mirthfully, "We know what you mean, honey. Finish unwrapping him and see for yourself. I don't think you're going to be disappointed.

Vera has never complained."

Before Alta had Book out of his pants, Lloyd came over and stood beside her. She sensed his presence rather than saw him, and felt the excitement oozing from her husband as he stood watching her unbuckle the huge Negro's belt.

Looking at the bulging muscles of Book's chest with a sense of awe, Alta unfastened his trousers from about his slim waist and let them slide down his legs to bunch around his feet. When she unsnapped his shorts, Bill was introducing Lloyd and Book. She let the shorts fall down his legs as her husband was shaking the big hamlike black hand and mumbling a "Pleased to meet you." The bulge in Book's shorts had foretold something of the size his cock would be, but not the complete story. A tremor swept over Alta at the sight of his half-hard black organ. It was now free of all restraints, standing boldly out from his loins in plain view. Alta gasped aloud, her eyes growing wide as she examined Book's tool. Never in her wildest dreams had she believed a man could possess such a magnificent cock! It was a monster-big and black and thick as her wrist! She stared open-mouthed, watching it continue, to grow to full erection. When it finally stopped growing, Alta was still staring at the massive dick and trembling visually. In addition to being so fantastically thick, Book's dick was a full ten inches long, with a bulging black head which shone because of the tautly drawn skin.

"My God!" she exclaimed, glancing at her husband. She noticed Lloyd staring at Book's organ in disbelief, also. "I can't go through with it, Lloyd. Jesus, he'll split me apart!"

"I'll be very gentle with you, Alta," Book said softly, reassuringly. He took her trembling hand and put it on his shaft, smiling confidently as her fingers involuntarily clenched around its girth. "That's it, baby. Hold it. Make friends with it.'" Alta squeezed Book's shaft, trying to encircle it completely with her fingers but failing. The tips of her fingers wouldn't come together.

Licking absently at his lips as he watched his wife try to encompass the black pole with her small white hand, Lloyd himself came to full erection. He glanced down at his prick, feeling suddenly very inadequate compared with Book. He knew it would be a herculean task for his wife to accomodate such a pylon as stood gloriously from the giant Negro's loins, but the mental image of seeing it enter her small, tight pussy filled him with lust. "Try it, honey," he rasped. "Book will stop if he hurts you too much, won't you, Book?"

"Sure," Book said. "I've got complete control of myself, baby. If you can't go all the way, I promise I won't force you.

At that moment Vera came tripping over, a smile of greeting for Book on her face. "How's my favorite stud?" she asked, stopping in front of him and rising on tiptoes to kiss him full on his thick lips.

Book patted Vera affectionately on her bare ass and mumbled warmly against her kissing lips, then Vera knelt suddenly. With Alta still holding Book's shaft, Vera planted a wet, passionate kiss at the tip of his hot glans. Her pink tongue shot out and licked the velvety black knob, then she looked up at Alta and fondly said, "You lucky little bitch. This is the best man I've ever had. Treat him nice, because I want some of him when you get finished."

"I don't know if, I can take this much, Vera. God, he's so huge!" Alta said.

"Not only is he huge, honey, but he knows how to use it. You'll take it, all right, and love every delicious inch of it. Just remember he's mine. I'm only loaning him to you for a while."

"Okay, guys," Bill called. "Let's get drinks and take our seats. It's time for the main attraction!"