Chapter 12
"Paul!" Candy cried as she gazed through the kitchen window. "Did you know Mark and Ginger were going to invite those Negroes from down the street?"
"What?" he said from the other room. "Don't be silly! Come on ... I'm ready to go. What are you doing out there?"
"Looking through the window."
She turned and strode quickly into the living room to join her husband. Her face was flushed.
"I just saw them," she said.
"Who? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Those niggers, I told you. They just walked into the Hatchers' house."
"You're kidding."
"No. I saw them."
"Well, maybe it's a coincidence. Maybe they just happened to drop in."
"That could be. But you know how liberal Mark and Ginger are. It's possible they invited them. That would be quite an insult to us, don't you think?"
Paul gazed at his wife thoughtfully. "Maybe not. Maybe that's the Hatchers' way of wising us up."
"What?"
"I had to be wised up about something else, don't forget. Never mind how it happened, but I was an awful square about sex-in spite of the fact that we were swapping with Mark and Ginger. Well, maybe I'm square about other things, too. Maybe we both are. The liberal attitude toward life may not be such a bad one after all."
"Are you saying that you'd like to screw around with Negroes?" Candy could hardly believe it.
"I'm saying I believe we ought to treat them as neighbors. And if that involves screwing around ... well...."
Candy set her jaw firmly. "I'm not going to the party!" she declared.
"Hey, now wait a minute. We're all ready."
"I don't care. I'm not going."
Paul studied her for a moment, then he grinned. "I may have gotten liberal about some things lately, but I've gotten even more conservative about something else."
"What do you mean?"
He advanced on her, still-grinning. "I'm the head of this house and, as such, I'm the boss. Maybe I'm going to have to prove that to you, hmm?"
She backed away. "Paul, don't you dare touch me!"
Suddenly he knew he had to. He reached out, grasped her by an arm, and deftly whirled her down across his knees as he dropped onto the couch.
"Paul!" she shrieked.
But he was already pulling her dress up, exposing her ass in skin-tight, pink, nylon briefs. As she thrashed about, her buttocks quivered in the thin, silky cloth.
He raised his hand over her ass and brought it down sharply, smack against the seat of her panties.
"Ooooow!" she cried.
He spanked her again.
"Ooh, damn you! OOOOW!"
He spanked her again, enjoying the way her bottom wobbled and quivered. Suddenly he couldn't stand to have even the thin panties between it and his hand, and he quickly stripped them down.
He spanked her bare ass briskly several times. She shrieked and kicked, but she couldn't get away.
Then he restored her panties, pulled down her dress, and helped her to her feet.
She was crying. Her make-up had smeared. Her blonde hair had come partly undone.
"Go into the bedroom and fix yourself up," he said with a benevolent smile. "Then get back out here. We've got a party to go to."
She turned and ran down the hall. At first she was going to remain in the bedroom and defy him. But she knew he would come after her and most likely spank her even harder than before.
He was the boss now. There was no doubt about that. And she would have to do as he said.
This gave her the excuse she needed to go to the party and do what she secretly wanted to do.
She wondered about that big black man she'd seen ringing the Hatchers' doorbell. Did he go down? And did he have a cock that was as large as the rest of him? How would it feel to get all that black meat shoved into her?
She hurriedly dabbed the tears from her cheeks and proceeded to repair her hairdo and make-up.
"Come on, baby," Jean said as she flopped onto her back and lifted her legs. "Give me that mean old cock."
Paul's cock was as mean and stiff as it had ever been. He gazed at her dark, oozing cunt, covered with tight black fuzz.
"What's the matter?" she asked, looking at him through her upraised legs. "Can't you decide if you want to try some black pussy for a change?"
"It's not that," he said.
He wanted to screw her. He really wanted to-and that amazed him slightly, considering what his attitude had been before. But even more surprising was the fact that he was considering whether or not he wanted to go down on her first.
How would black pussy taste? he wondered. And how would he feel about himself afterward if he were to try it?
Hell, he was a liberal now! Why shouldn't he try it? This might be his one and only chance.
He dropped onto the sofa with Jean, and bowed his head into the chocolate canyon of her thighs.
"Hey, look at old Paul!" Mark exclaimed with a laugh. "He's going for it head first.!"
Then Mark turned to see why his remark hadn't drawn any response. The answer was simple. Ginger, Candy and Joe were too involved with one another to pay attention to anything else.
The big black man was sprawled on his side, with his face in between Ginger's thighs, his red tongue eagerly lapping at her equally red and seething cunt. Candy was stretched out on the rub at right angles to him, holding his long, thick pecker just inches from her face.
She could hardly believe how huge it was. God, she wasn't sure she could get that monstrous head into her mouth. But she knew one thing for certain-she was going to try.
Mark watched as she gave a little whimper, opened her mouth wide, and fitted her lips down over the end of Joe's poontanger. She groaned and sucked, jamming her mouth farther over it all the time.
Joe pulled his head out of Ginger's crotch for a moment, so he could turn and look at the beautiful blonde who was cocksucking him. Hot shit, that was all right!
"Go to it, baby!" he growled, then laughed, and dived back between Ginger's thighs with renewed gusto.
Paul was lapping the daylights out of Jean's yawning, red cunt. She had her hands around the back of his head to hold him there (though that was hardly necessary), as she soared into the ionosphere of delight.
Mark glanced from him to his wife. The way they'd taken to this integrated swap date was a big surprise ... and a pleasant one. There was hope for the world after all, he decided, not altogether facetiously. People who could swap together could live together, couldn't they?
There was just one thing wrong with the party-he was left out of the fun. His cock was high and hard. He didn't much care whose cunt he shoved it into for starters, but he was sure as hell going to have to shove it into somebody's or it would explode. He glanced around.
There was only one possibility available to him. As Candy went at Joe's big, black whang-kneeling, arching her back, and twisting this way and that-her lovely ass was stuck up in the air. Her thighs were parted, and her blonde-fringed, pink pussy was exposed.
It was the only cunt in the room which wasn't in use at the moment ... and, therefore, it was the cunt which Mark decided to take right now.
He got down onto the rug behind her and drew a bead on her dribbling slit. He moved up, touched it with the tip of his pecker, and shoved.
"Uunng!" Candy said as his cock slid into her, but she didn't turn around to see whose cock it was. She was having too much fun with the cock she was sucking.
And she was giving Big Joe such a good time that he lapped all the harder at Ginger's steamy cunt. He was about to make her come.
Paul lifted his head from Jean's pussy and surged forward, atop her. She eagerly welcomed his prick where his tongue had been.
The prick sank much deeper and it churned her pliant flesh. She bounced against this horny white man, and decided that she and Joe had moved into a neighborhood which was even more swinging than the one they'd left.
Who would have thought it?
The suburbs weren't square, after all!
Ginger came with Joe's tongue in her cunt. Candy lapped eagerly at his big prong. Mark's prick, stroking in and out of her cunt, goaded her to go at it all the stronger. She wiggled her soft, rounded ass against Mark's prick thrusts while she noisily licked Joe's cock up and down and sucked at the end of it.
Finally she jammed her open mouth down as far as possible and took in the entire bulging head of the dick, along with some of the shaft. She bobbed her head in very short, quick motions ... while she sucked ... while she lapped ... while she played with Joe's balls.
The black man couldn't withstand this much stimulation for long. He tightened, jerked once, and let go, fountaining his thick cream into Candy's mouth. It cascaded down her throat. She gagged a little, but managed to swallow it while still sucking at the huge prick from which it came. She took more and more. It dribbled out and down over her chin.
When Mark saw what was happening, he speeded up, pumping his prick in her pussy very fast. He came, squirting his joy juice into her.
Ginger was sitting up and watching.
She glanced next at the sofa and watched Paul race to a thrilling, explosive climax within Jean's hot, spasming pussy.
Big Joe wasn't the sort to accept the kind of delightful treatment Candy had given him without returning her favor in kind. She needed it badly right now, and she was very happy when he urged her onto her back on the rug. She opened her legs for him, and he got his head down between them, seeking out her clitty with his long, skillful tongue.
He twirled that clit and lapped back and forth across it. Then he licked down her soft trough into her tingling vagina. He stroked his tongue in and out of the slick slit, as Candy ground her cunt against him and moaned with delight. His black hands squeezed her milky, pink-tipped tits.
Paul and Jean watched from the sofa. Both were fascinated to see their respective spouses enjoying themselves so thoroughly in this integrated way.
Finally Joe slid his tongue up to Candy's clit once more. He swabbed it a few final times and gave it a little suck.
"Screw me!" she demanded. "Get on top of me and screw me now!
He complied, running his long, fat cock into the slick crevice of her rosy cunt. He covered her voluptuous white body with his huge black form and screwed the living hell out of her until she came.
The others-her husband, his wife, and the Hatchers-watched with satisfaction.
The party had been a great success already ... and it had just begun..