Chapter 6
Joe and Jean Compton were throwing a party. Its purpose was to celebrate their impending move from the ghetto into one of the better suburbs.
But they didn't really need an occasion to celebrate. They were frequent party givers, just for the fun of it, and their parties always accented one thing in particular: free and uninhibited sex.
The Comptons weren't typical ghetto residents. Their income was way above average. He worked as a research and development engineer for a large corporation, and she was music librarian at a radio station.
They were quite typical in one respect, and this was what had kept them in the ghetto until now: They were black.
They had white friends, however, and the party which they gave this evening was attended by members of both races, in about equal numbers.
At the moment, Joe Compton sprawled on a bed, with a white girl on one side of him and a black girl on the other. All were nude. Jean had just entered the room in the company of a red-haired, fair-skinned male. He still had his trousers on, and Jean wore white panties only.
"So this is where you are!" she exclaimed to her husband. "Ernie and I were hoping we could use this bed."
"If you can find room on it, you can use it," Joe said, and rumbled a deep, rich laugh.
The two women cuddled up to him more snugly, each with a hand on his bone-hard, thrusting dong. The blonde, blue-eyed white woman was Ernie's wife. He grinned as he watched her clutch Joe's big pecker.
"Come on, man," Jean told him. "Let's screw in the living room. There's more space on the floor in there."
"How about the kitchen?" Ernie suggested. "I've always wanted to do it on a table."
"Okay. On the table it is. We'll try to keep from sitting in the hors d'oeuvres." She laughed mirthfully.
They left Joe and his two women, but didn't bother to close the door. Joe and the women hadn't bothered to close it when they'd come in.
He was a tall man with close-cropped hair, very dark, and large of hand, foot and cock. He was thirty years old. The black girl who cuddled next to him was in her early twenties and voluptuously-curved. She wore a long, raven wig. Her name was Jonella Carter. Ernie's wife, Ann O'Hara, was a few years older, slim and true-blonde.
The two females were contesting for possession of Joe's outstanding sexual attribute, each hand trying to crowd the other off the cock, and he enjoyed it immensely. The reason that neither woman had won by now was that Joe's prick was fully long enough to accommodate two encircling female hands side-by-side and have most of its head left over.
Joe was egging on each of the girls by caressing them. One of his hands was wedged down between Ann and himself, turned so that he could tickle her lightly-furred pussy. The other arm was around Jonella, its hand spanning her plump, springy ass. He gave that ass a pat every now and then, because he enjoyed the way it jiggled against his hand. When he wasn't patting, he was rubbing or squeezing the satiny, black half-moons.
"God, I can't get over what a piece of meat this is!" Ann exclaimed, clutching Joe's cock. "It's so long and thick!"
This was the first time she'd gotten hold of Joe's tallywhackcr, or even seen it. But Jonella and Joe had screwed several times.
"It ain't so big," Jonella said, and chuckled. "I knew a man once who had a fugger nine inches long. I don't guess Joe's got even eight."
"Nine inches is more than you could take into that cunt of yours, girl," Joe remarked. "And mine's just eight, when it's at its stiffest."
"I don't know how it could be any stiffer than it is right now," Ann observed with a little shudder in her voice, as she awesomely regarded the thick black column with its huge mauve head. Her delicate, slender fingers looked out of place around it.
Jonella's hand was pudgier and as dark as the shaft. They seemed a better match aesthetically. Ann's white hand on the black cock looked more interesting, however. Joe found Ann more interesting overall. He wanted to screw her first.
Ann had screwed Negroes before. She had run with an avant-garde crowd in college. Ernie was a member of the same group. They had met at an inter-racial sex orgy.
So any fear or uncertainty which she felt over taking Joe's black cock into her body wasn't due to its color but to its considerable size. She wasn't sure her cunt could accommodate it without pain, and she was no masochist.
"Why don't you girls take a taste of it," Joe suggested.
"I've sucked it before, man," Jonella said. "Don't you remember?"
"Sure, baby. That was so good, I want you to do it again. But let Ann do it first. You ever tasted nigger dick before, baby?" he asked, giving her a friendly finger-poke in the pussy as he laughed.
"Sure I have," Ann purred at him. "Nigger dicks don't taste any different from white ones."
"Aaaw, shit!" Joe said. "Once that gets around, I'll lose by best sales point for gettin' white chicks to go down on me."
The girls laughed.
Ann eyed the bulging head of his dong. She sat up, and Jonella slid her hand away from it. Ann took a firm hold around the pecker's base, keeping it in an exactly-perpendicular position.
Joe had his head tilted to watch. The white teeth gleamed in his black face. Jonella arranged her cascading black hair behind her brown shoulder and regarded Ann with objective interest. The Negro girl still wasn't altogether convinced that Ann was as much of a swinger as she had made herself out to be.
But Ann turned her into a believer.
Ann's blonde hair was short, and therefore did not obstruct the other's vipw as she bent to the black man's rigid, upstanding cock. Its subtle fragrance wafted up to her. Indeed, it smelled no different from other clean cocks she had sucked.
But, oh, that head! What a monstrous thing it was! She would do well if she could get her mouth around it.
She decided just to lick it at first and to suck lightly on its tip.
She put out her tongue and began to run it over the shining, smooth knob of the pecker.
Jonella arched an eyebrow as she watched. The ofay chick had class, and she went after Joe's dong as if she really liked to lick it.
Jonella wasn't much for head jobs. She gave head sometimes, when she felt wild or if the man expected it, but she derived her pleasure from being jabbed by a stiff, long whang-like Joe's. She was afraid Ann was going to get it first tonight, however. It figured.
But Joe usually had enough stamina and self-control to screw two women to climax in immediate succession. She'd seen him do it. On one occasion, she had been second, and he'd given her a luscious come before he'd gone off.
Ann became wildly excited as she ran her moist, pink tongue over and around the ripe, succulent plum which bulged at the end of Joe's thick shaft. As soon as a drop of lubricating moisture appeared at the tip of the prick, she would gobble it up. She also ran her tongue tip around the cock, in the groove just behind its head.
Joe groaned and rattled a little in his throat as he watched her and felt the matchless thrills which she imparted. He didn't touch her head, but let her move freely of her own accord. It was usually better that way, when a chick really knew what she was about.
Finally she licked up over the crown of his dick again, and she pursed her soft, moist lips on its pinnacle. She sucked and fluttered her tongue.
Joe closed his eyes and groaned more harshly.
Ann realized she was getting to him, and this spurred her on. She began to bob her head, sliding her lips down over more and more of his cock. She coddled his large balls in her hand, jiggling and fondling them gently as she cocksucked.
"Hey, baby, that's enough!" Jonella exclaimed, and she gave Ann a little push.
Glassy-eyed and hot, Ann relinquished the tasty dick. It gleamed with the moisture of Ann's saliva as Jonella slid her mouth down over it. Though she wasn't wild about blowing guys, in this case she knew she had to. She couldn't let a white chick get the better of her with Joe. And, man, he'd been enjoying what that ofay cocksucker did!
Jonella managed to take the entire peckerhead into her mouth. It pressed against her palate, and she had difficulty moving her tongue. But she succeeded in doing it. The sucking pressure of her full lips behind the ridge of the cockhead really turned Joe on.
"Oooh, shit!" he said, and writhed, bunting upward into the black girl's mouth.
His cock kept jamming into her throat, but she didn't gag. A girl had to learn to fight down that urge, if she was going to suck cock at all, and Jonella had overcome it a long time ago.
Ann gazed at the erotic spectacle for a while, and it added to her excitement. She was at fever pitch now. She had to have something, and she couldn't wait.
She quickly rose onto her knees, extended a leg across Joe's massive chest, and squatted there. She looked down at him hopefully.
He grinned, in spite of the extreme tension the fellatio gave him.
"Come on, baby," he said, taking Ann by the hips. "Let daddy have some."
He boosted her forward-with eager help, of course-and her wet, fluffy cunt landed right on his mouth. His tongue speared upward into her juicy quim, and his teeth dug into her labia.
"Ooooh!" she cried in delight as he fluttered his tongue.
She ground her pussy against him. Her honey streamed down onto his face. He drank large quantities of it. And all the while, Jonella kept sucking and licking at his huge, upthrust dick.
It was a ball.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, his wife and Ann's husband were making out on the table. Jean had her bare, black ass on it, with her legs projecting forward, hooked around the waist of the red-haired white man, who was standing. Ernie's thin but lengthy prick was deeply embedded in her warm cunt. She leaned back on her arms, which were planted against the table, and her round titties vibrated like molds of exotic-colored Jell-O, with Bing cherries at their tops.
"Man, when are you gonna start movin' that thing?" she asked, grinning at him.
"Soon as I get enough of your tits. Shit, but they're luscious!"
He bent to them again, surrounding one with his hand and jiggling it lightly, while his mouth drew at the other nipple.
Another tit-obsessed while man, she thought, who was frustrated as a baby because his mother had fed him from a bottle. But she didn't object. She loved to have her tits sucked. Right now,, though, she would have preferred to receive some good, hard jabbing where she lived. Ernie's dong was spike-hard-a little more bony and less meaty than Joe's-and she wanted to feel that sword-like instrument thrusting in and out of her.
Just then a white girl wandered into the kitchen for ice, and she gasped, then giggled happily, when she saw what was going on.
"Give this cat a boot in the ass, will you, baby?" Jean asked. "Maybe that will start him screwing."
"I'd rather just watch," the cute brownette giggled.
So she stood there and did that, while Ernie pawed and feasted at Jean's titties, and Jean wiggled her dribbling cunt around his stiffly embedded cock.
Jean wore her hair in natural style, set off with large, circular earrings. Her features were decidedly African-flat nose and thick lips. Her black body had a marvelous sheen, and her legs, crossed above Ernie's rump, contrasted excitingly with his fair, lightly-freckled flesh.
The female observer, whose name was Dorene Temple, sat down. She was fully clothed, but the tops of her titties rose nakedly above the bodice of her low-cut gown.
Her cunt began to drool in her panties as she ogled the erotic display. She crossed her legs and twisted a little on the hard wooden chair. This wiggled her thighs against her pussy and helped turn her on.
Ernie came up for air and saw her sitting there, watching Jean and him. His pecker jerked in Jean's box.
"Come on, screw me, you stud," Jean demanded.
He grinned at Dorene and started stroking his hoi cock in Jean's cunt, really jolting her on the hard tabletop.
"Hey, where the fuck is that ice?" a male voice demanded, and a young black man appeared in the kitchen doorway. He wore a dark turtleneck and slacks, and his hair was bushed out. Love beads dangled around his neck.
"Oooo-eeee!" he exclaimed, when he got an eyeful of Ernie and Jean.
Dorene jumped to her feet. "Let's get the ice," she said, with a husky voice.
"Shit, no, baby! Let's watch those muthahs."
He moved up to Dorene, grabbed her around the waist and held her in front of him, her soft bottom against his cock and balls, while they gazed at the screwing on the table. His hands moved up to cover her tits. She made a half-hearted gesture to prevent this but, since she didn't really want to stop him, the gesture didn't succeed. Jeff Hardy's black hands wrapped themselves around her soft-firm, fleshy mounds and squeezed them. His cock rose stiffly to poke her ass.
This excited Dorene all the more, and she writhed against him. He roughly pushed the top of her dress down and took her bare titties in his hands. He shook them and rolled their projecting, red nipples while he dry-frigged her through their clothes.
Ernie and Jean continued to wet-frig on the table. Thrust-thrust-thrust. Grunt. Groan. Moan. Sigh. Slap. Thrust. Slosh-slosh, prick in pussy.
In the living room, things were turning just as wild.
Two black men had a white girl down on the couch. One was pulling up her dress while the other went for her panties. She was gasping, whimpering, and enjoying every moment of it as they gazed at her lush, white thighs above the tops of her gartered stockings ... then at her belly and finally her puff of dark pussy curls when the nude-toned panties slid away.
A Negro chick did a belly-to-belly dance with a white man in the middle of the room. He had his hands up underneath her skirt, wobbling her silk-clad buttocks. One tit had almost shaken out of her clothes.
A white boy and girl lounged in a chair, kissing and petting but mostly watching the show going on around them. This was their first time at such a bash.
A Negro girl sprawled alone in another chair. One hand was inside her blouse, fondling a titty, while the other was up between her thighs, titillating her clit Her black boyfriend returned from the bathroom, saw what she was doing, and immediately pulled her down with him onto the rug.
"Oh, look at them!" the white girl said to the white boy in the chair. "They're going to screw!"
"Look at those three!" her boy friend exclaimed, pointing to the sofa. "They're already at it."
Indeed, they were. One black man crouched between the white girl's splayed knees and struggled with his pants and shorts. He finally got them off his projecting prick and down to his knees. The cock bounded stiffly up and down.
The girl cooed as she gazed at it, and put out her hand to direct it into her pink, dribbling cunt.
The other black man stripped down his clothes, pulled up an ottoman, and sat on it. He poked his naked black dick at the girl's face. She turned her head toward it and eagerly took it into her mouth, while she accepted the other man's cock in her slit. She bumped and wiggled her hips as she bobbed her head.
"Oh, my!" the observing white girl said. "She's getting screwed two ways at once."
"How'd you like to be screwed one way, baby?" her boyfriend asked as he massaged her tits.
"Yes ... yes. Please hurry!"
The dancing pair sank to the carpet He flipped her skirt up and pulled down her red silk panties. He spread her plump thighs wide open, and her rosy cunt gleamed at him. He freed his stiff dong from his clothes and covered her body with his.
In the chair, the girl helped the boy get his pants open and his pecker out. She raised her skirt, wriggled out of her briefs, and sat on him, facing in the same direction he was.
That way, they both could watch everything else that went on in the room while she writhed around his upstanding cock and he bumped it in her cunt.
The Negro pair went at it African style, she on hands and knees, while he came at her from the rear. He stroked his long cock in and out of her pussy, and they both watched the others.
The floor fairly rocked to the rhythm of this mass copulation, and the hi-fi continued to boom, furnishing a perfect beat for the humpers to follow.
In the kitchen, white Ernie O'Hara fragged between Jean Compton's black wrap-around legs, as she lay back against the table. Her titties shook like gelatin, the big, dark nipples dancing atop them.
Jeff Hardy's black hands stripped the clothes off Darlene Temple's white, nubile form. Down came her dress and silky, nude-toned half-slip. He dropped to his knees behind her and caressed her belly as her plump ass pressed against his chest. He would reach up every once in a while and paw at her springy, full tits. They hung beautifully forward, their red nipples tilted up.
She gazed at the screwing on the edge of the table.
From Jeff's position, he was able to get an even better view. He sighted beneath Jean's thighs and watched Ernie's shaft pump in and out, round and round, enfolded by Jean's wet, wiggling cunt.
Jeff wore tight pants, and his sizable cock was giving him a fit, all pent up in there. He slid one hand away from Darlene's belly and down to his fly. He jerked the zipper open, dug into his Jockey shorts, and set his pecker free. It stuck way out and slightly upward, its juicy red head breaking through the lip of black foreskin which surrounded it.
He unhooked Darlene's garter belt and hauled it down, dragging her stockings after it. She wore a very brief, silken bikini underneath the' harness. It clung to her buoyant buttocks. The crack between them was plainly visible through the flesh-colored nylon. There was a thin border of lace along the leg elastics, which canted upward across her butt-cheeks.
Entranced by the active, passionate screwing which went on before her, Darlene lifted one leg, then the other, to rid herself of the hose and garter belt. One of Jeff's hands slid up between her full, soft thighs, and the other covered her pubic mound through her pants.
He massaged the nylon-covered fur and dug his hand higher between her warm thighs until he was able to touch the crotch of her panties. She was very hot and moist in there.
She rubbed her ass against his chest and moaned, stimulated both by visual and tactile titillations.
Jeff began to lick her bare, smooth back. As he got down to the top of her bikini briefs, he changed the position of his hands, gripped the elastic top of those cute pants and stripped them down.
Her beautiful bottom was bare in front of his face. Carried away with lust, he began to kiss it wetly and warmly.
"Oooh!" Darlene said, and shook her titties as she writhed, wiggling her ass against his loving lips and tongue.
It was inevitable that his tongue should skid into her ass groove, and inevitable also perhaps that she, in her extreme excitement, should bend forward a little, in order to make one of her most sensitive spots available to his lavish kisses.
Out of his mind with lust now, he struck at her asshole with his tongue, swabbing it up and down, then boring at it with his tongue-tip.
She shrieked her delight and pressed hard against him as his eager tongue penetrated her sphincter and entered her hot bunghole. Her satiny, plump buttocks embraced his cheeks.
One long, black finger jabbed at her pussy from the front, pressing against her clit as it sank deeply.
She came that way-the sight of the kitchen-table screwing in front of her, Jeff's bobbing finger up her quim, and his tongue embedded in her hot ass.
Perhaps not so strangely, Jeff came also, without his prick ever having touched her. It fountained into the air, its thick, white cream striking the backs of her legs and dribbling down.
Finally Jean and Ernie completed. She climaxed first, squeezing his cock with the involuntary spastic contractions of her cunt muscles. He jerked and jetted into her again and again.
Female ooo's and aah's mingled with harsh masculine groans to fill the kitchen with the sounds of sensual gratification achieved.
And while all this was going on, the threesome in the bedroom were freaking out.
Joe, Ann and Jonella had changed their positions several times on the large bed. The black girl had leaped astride his bristling loins while Ann still squatted over his face, taking his tongue in her grinding, dribbling cunt.
Jonella finished atop him, and Joe still had vigor in reserve. She dismounted, and he pushed the white girl onto his hot cock.
She went to town, writhing and bobbing her super-slick pussy on his rod. His tonguing of her had brought her nearly to the brink of orgasm, and it took less than a minute of vigorous cock-in-cunt screwing to finish her off. She popped emphatically, grabbing his tool with her contracting quim.
He almost went off, but managed to hold himself at the brink.
Now he had satisfied both women and was still hard. What to do with the big load that his balls had manufactured? Which of the girls would get it?
He decided to divide it equally between them, but he wanted to bring them both to a second finish, if possible. An impossible task for any stud to perform? Joe wasn't just any stud. He was a stud extraordinary.
He said, "Okay, you gals lie down side by side."
Ann gazed at his cock in amazement, after she had gotten off it. "You still haven't come!" she exclaimed.
"Don't worry about me," he said. "I'll get mine when the time's right. Now, you two stretch out the way I told you.
Jonella looked wise. She knew he had something fancy up his sleeve, but she wasn't sure just what. She knew Joe well enough, however, to have great respect for both his ingenuity and endurance.
Ann continued to be amazed. She, like Jonella, complied with the big black man's request.
The woman lay side by side. Joe helped them spread their legs, and he straddled one of Jonella's thighs along with one of Ann's. He gazed at their wet, well-used cunts.
He formed both his hands in fists, protruding his long middle fingers.
He turned his hands palm-upward and approached both open pussies with the extended digits.
The girls looked down and watched in fascination. But they couldn't keep from glancing at his standing prick, also, which was a huge monument to Eros as it soared out and upward from his kinky black bush. Its massive head still gleamed dully with the moisture from Ann's cunt.
He frigged both pussies with his hands-jabbing, jabbing, jabbing his middle fingers in and out, rotating them, and jabbing some more.
He watched with satisfaction as the girls' bellies began to bounce with new excitement. He kept frigging them until they were wild with want, for the second time that evening.
When he had them at exactly the right pitch of breathless passion, he issued another order:
"Jonella baby, get on top of Ann."
"Oh, I don't want that!" the white girl protested.
"You'll like what I'm gonna do. Keep your legs spread. Jonnie, get between 'em."
Jonella cooperated and, in a moment, Joe had both cunts open to him, one atop the other. The upper one was dark and bordered by kinky black curls; the lower was a delicate pink, with blonde hair around it.
"Yeaaaaah!" Joe exclaimed with a big, wide grin as he gazed at the delightful pussy-sandwich.
He boosted Jonella just a little, getting her to draw her knees farther forward. This forced Ann's legs very wide apart. It would have been painful for her to hold that pose very long, but this wouldn't be necessary. All three lovers were close to a climax right now.
Joe moved up between the girls' legs, holding his huge, black cock in his fist. He drove it into Jonella's pussy first. It was so wet and open that he encountered no resistance at all.
He jabbed, jabbed, jabbed.
Jonella ground her pelvis atop Ann's and said, "Ooooh! Maaan! Dooo it!"
He pulled out and she yelped. But he quickly sank his cock into Ann, and she ooo'd in gratitude. He pumped in her quim several times.
Jonella kept writhing atop the other girl. Suddenly the black man withdrew from Ann and pronged Jonella again. He pumped her several times and she moaned pleasurably.
Now he speeded up the tempo even more:
Back into Ann. Jab-jab-jab. "Oooooo!"
Into Jonella. Pump-pump-pump. "Ooh, bay-beee!"
Into Ann. Into Jonella. Ann-Jonella-Ann-Jonella.
If he hadn't changed quickly, moving swiftly and with perfect deftness, the technique wouldn't have worked. But he managed to keep both women at the peak of excitement. The fact that they were pressing and grinding against one another, tits to tits and mound to mound, also helped.
He pronged them, jabbed them and bopped them. They both started to come. Jonella's cunt contractions began to draw his come. Groaning, he shot once into her, switched cunts, and gushed into Ann. She creamed and squealed. He went back into Jonella, giving her more. She finished. He returned to Ann's pussy for his final jetting jabs, and rounded off her climax as he fell forward atop the two broads.
"Ooooh," Jonella sighed.
"Mmmm," said the white girl.
Joe chuckled.
He had made history tonight.