Chapter 9
At that moment, Beverly wasn't exactly fucking around with another guy.
Oh sure, she was spread-eagled in the nude in the middle of a bed in a Honolulu hotel room, but she didn't have a penis stuck in her cunt. Far from it. Instead, she had a twelve-inch black dildo moving around and around in her honeypot.
And Jennifer was the one who was moving it leisurely in and out of the love tunnel. "How does it feel, darling?" she asked.
"Oooh! I didn't know that an inanimate object could provide such delight."
"Well, this is the latest model. It's made in Holland of the finest Malaysian rubber, complete with its own heater and electronic pulsing mechanism."
"The only thing that it lacks is a man's body to go with it."
"Mmm, darling," Jennifer said as she leaned over and kissed the brunette on the lips. "Wouldn't you say that I'm better than a man?"
Beverly wrapped her arms around the blonde's sexy body and whispered, "Yes, yes. Oh yes."
"After all, I have a pair of nice titties for you to suck, and a pretty pussy for you to lick. What could be better?"
"Ohhh! Nothing I suppose. Nothing. It's just that I'm so confused. I can't believe all that has happened to me in the past few hours. I got off of the plane as a perfectly happy heterosexual housewife. Now, I don't even know what I am." She kissed Jennifer fully on the lips. "What am I? Bisexual, heterosexual, or lesbian?"
"You're a contemporary American woman— that's what you are."
"But am I lesbian?"
"You're simply a normal female. The only difference between you and the righteous woman sitting in the church pew is that you've had the opportunity and the courage to expand your sexual horizons. If they had had the same opportunities and the same amount of courage as you, they too would have done the same thing. You've learned that you can share physical love with a woman as much as you can with a man. You've learned that kissing and licking a pussy may not be a substitute for nibbling and sucking on a cock, but it does have its own rewards. And you've learned to reject the silly notion that there is something inherently wrong with spreading your thighs for another female and allowing her to dabble in your honey pot. Not only is it not wrong, it's perfectly natural."
"Is it?"
"Of course. Haven't you ever seen a dog or a cat clean itself? They're always sticking their noses and tongues on their genitals."
"But they're animals!" the brunette said with some alarm.
"So are we. The genetic code and DNA tell us so. Our only problem is that we tend to believe that we're not. We tend to think that we're somehow different than all of the other mammals—as if the male human doesn't have a penis, and the female doesn't have a vagina. We forget that we have a libido just like the other animals. We need sex just as much as they do. Maybe more, since we don't have an estrous cycle. Unfortunately we've invented religions and politics that place man on a pedestal. He's not. He's simply the latest concoction of the DNA molecule."
While Jennifer spoke, she expertly moved the dildo in and out of Beverly's lovehole.
The brunette watched the dildo maneuver around and said, "If you keep churning like that, you're going to make a pound of cheese."
Jennifer smiled. "I'll look forward to sampling vaginal cheese. Maybe we could market it."
"It'll probably be a big hit with the men."
"Don't forget ...we women like the taste too."
Beverly laughed. "Yes. We could have Longhorn Vaginal, Colby Vaginal, Monterey Jack Vaginal ... the possibilities are endless."
"A wine and cheese party would take on a whole new meaning."
Beverly leaned back and closed her eyes. She couldn't remember a more peaceful time in her life. Everything seemed to be so blissful and calm. Everything was glorious. She wished that she could remain in Hawaii forever—just lying back in the nude and having a good friend worm a dildo into her pussy all day long.
She stretched her legs wide in an attempt to get Jennifer to wedge more of the object into her crotch. She spread her thighs so wide that the tendons were prominently displayed at the juncture of her legs. She was hungry for that dildo to do its thing. She craved it. She yearned for it. She decided that the moment she got home she would purchase one for her personal use. It fit her criteria of a practical expenditure. After all, if she owned one she could sit back, watch the VCR, and play with her dildo.
Jennifer looked up at her and smiled. "What are you thinking, darling?"
"Oh nothing much. Just how nice it is to be here with you. I'm trying to imagine our pioneer ancestors sitting around the camp fire using a dildo on each other. Do you think they did?"
"Perhaps not a dildo. Maybe a rolling pin or something similar—like a broom handle."
"Do you really think that they had unbridled sex?"
"Of course. Where do you think all of those young Americans came from?"
Beverly giggled. She could feel a surge of sensation starting to emanate from her crotch. It was apparent that the dildo was working its magic on her. The continuous in and out motion had lit her fuse and was about to send her over the edge. She watched the object move in and out of her snatch. "Oh my!" she sighed.
"Do you feel it coming, darling?" asked Jennifer as she continued to plunge the object into Beverly's small gaping opening.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare. I'll kill you if you do."
"Goodness, you sound as if you've become just as depraved as me. I suppose that is what a dildo in the right hands can do to a woman."
Although Beverly had had countless orgasms from Jennifer's tongue, this particular one felt differently. She could tell that it was going to be a dambuster. More than just the clitoris was involved. This time it seemed like her entire reproductive system was about to explode like a Fourth of July fireworks display. Everything from her ovaries to her fallopian tubes.
She fell back and clutched the covers of the bed. She held on tightly as she felt it approach. It resembled a locomotive barreling down the tracks of her vagina. It was akin to the tidal wave generated by the explosion of Krakatoa. It was like a meteor crashing through the heavens of her lower belly.
"Arrrrggghhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs while her body lunged and rolled atop the mattress Torrents of cum seemed to surge out of her vagina, causing her to uncontrollably bounce and toss in various directions.
"Well I think that the time has come to get a man, don't you?" asked Jennifer as she pulled the dripping dildo out of Beverly's gash.
"A ...a ...man? What do you mean?" the brunette asked, unable to think clearly after her tremendous orgasm.
"You know, one of those humans who have a real live penis dangling between their legs. C'mon. Let's go down to the beach and find one."
"But ...but ...but ..."
"Now, now. Don't be shy."
"But ...haven't I had enough sex for one day?"
"What a ridiculous thing to say. There's no such thing as too much sex. Don't forget, you've got a lot of catching up to do."
"But ...not all in one day!"
"Once we find the proper man, you'll be rarin' to go again. Just wait and see. Now, up and at 'em. We've got to get you looking presentable."
Jennifer pulled Beverly to her feet, kissed her on the lips, and helped her take a shower.
Within the hour they were out on the beach, sitting in some loungers and looking for a stud. Beverly still wasn't too keen to this idea. She was already feeling a bit whorish from all of the sex and all of the orgasms, but at least the shower had revived her and made her feel refreshed. And the warmth of the sun felt good on her skin, making her glad that she was in Hawaii and on vacation.
"How about that tall fellow over there?" asked Jennifer, pointing to a man standing beside a swaying palm tree.
"I could never do anything with him. I don't like blonds."
"I resent that. After all, I'm a blonde."
"I don't mean you, silly," said Beverly with a teasing smile.
"Apology accepted." Jennifer scanned the beach and said, "How about that Japanese businessman?"
"How do you know that he's Japanese and that he's a businessman?"
"They're the only Orientals that you see in Hawaii. And businessmen are the only ones who have any sex appeal. Japanese engineers need to leave their calculators at home if they want to score with the babes. So, do you want him?"
"No. He's too short."
"All right. How about that black fellow?"
Beverly looked to where Jennifer was pointing and exclaimed, "Oh no!"
"Why not?"
"I ...I ...just couldn't. Not with him. No way"
"You're not a racist, are you?"
"No, no, nothing like that."
"Then why not?"
Beverly leaned over the arm of her lounger and whispered, "Because that's the same man who accosted me in the elevator."
"Hey! That's a good sign. It means that he's probably already hot for your body."
"No no. I don't want him."
Jennifer looked in his direction and waved.
"Don't do that," said Beverly with a very concerned look on her face. "You'll only encourage him to come over and talk to us."
"That's the idea," Jennifer replied. "Besides, he's staring straight at your crotch. I'm willing to bet that he has a hard-on at this very minute, and that it's just rarin' to go."
"I don't want him to touch me again," Beverly said adamantly.
"You really do sound as if you're prejudiced?"
"I told you that I'm not."
"Good. We should get him. I bet that he has a big dick between his legs."
Beverly rolled her eyes in her head. "I don't know if I'm ready for this. I mean, only a few hours ago I had never even had an affair. But since I've arrived here at this hotel I've had cunnilingus, performed cunnilingus, and experimented with dildos until I came literally dozens of times. Now I find out that you want me to make love with a member of another race. I declare! If I didn't know better I'd swear that you were trying to turn me into a slut."
Jennifer giggled. "And what a pretty slut you'd make. Now, let's quit talking and get that black adonis over here."
Willy saw the blonde beauty signal him. He smiled. He recognized the woman sitting beside her as the one he had talked to earlier in the elevator.
He admired her long sexy legs as she reclined in her lounger. Her right leg was drawn up slightly so that her knee was bent. In this position he could scan the inner thigh flesh of her left leg.
Everything about her legs was sexy. The graceful sweep of her under-thighs, the svelte lines of her calves, and even the sensual angles of her heels and ankles.
He liked to imagine himself as a little leprechaun walking between those thighs and playing with her pussy. He bet he could get a rise out of her that way.
He saw the blonde signaling him to come over. He didn't know if he were being set up or not. After all, that brunette hick had told him earlier where to get off.
Nevertheless, he figured that he should at least check them out. They really were a couple of lovely honeys. He stepped over and said, "Hello ladies. Anything that I can do for you?"
"Hi there," said Jennifer with a broad beaming smile. "My friend here says that she met you earlier. Is that right?"
"Yes it is. I saw her on the elevator and told her that she had lovely legs."
"That's not all you said," replied Beverly assertively.
"What else did you say?" asked Jennifer.
"I told her that she also had a pair of lovely breasts and a lovely derriere."
"I think that you used the term 'ass' earlier," Beverly said, correcting him.
"I might have in my haste. If so, I apologize. I was merely enthralled by your lovely body."
"Are you a local?" asked Jennifer.
He sat down on the empty lounger beside them and said, "No. I'm here from Atlanta for a little rest and relaxation—and whatever else might come my way." He looked at the blonde levelly so that she wouldn't mistake his subtle hint.
Jennifer smiled. She caught his gist. "Oh, and what else were you expecting?" She batted her eyelashes.
"I was hoping on meeting two beautiful white angels. One with brunette hair, and one with blonde, and both having bodies which one would describe as 'poetic'."
Beverly rolled her eyes. "Hmph! How many times have you used that line?"
He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "A few hundred. But I never really meant those words until right now."
Jennifer sighed. "You know all the right things to say, don't you?"
"Do I?" he asked as he again looked her levelly in the eyes.
"You're melting my heart with that sweet come-hither look."
"I was hoping to melt something else."
"Like the little furrow between my thighs?" said Jennifer as she rolled the tip of her tongue along her lower lip.
"You can read my mind."
"I don't believe you two," said Beverly angrily. "I'm going to take a dip in the pool. You can stay here and drool over each other—but leave me out of it." She grabbed her beach towel, hurried over to the edge of the pool, and dove in.
Willy sighed. "I think she's still mad at me for feeling her ass in the elevator" he said as he watched her disappear beneath the surface of the water.
"Nonsense," said Jennifer. "She's afraid of herself."
"What do you mean?"
"I think that she's aroused in your presence and that she doesn't know how to handle it. After all, she's grown up in a society where nice little white women from the suburbs aren't supposed to crave hard black cock."
He looked at Jennifer and smiled. "I like the way you think, lady. How about going upstairs and getting it on with me?"
"In due time, my good man. But I wouldn't want to have a party without Beverly, would you?"
His eyes lit up and his eyebrows rose. "Are you referring to an orgy?"
"Nothing that large. Just a little threesome. You, me, and her," she said, pointing to Beverly as the curvaceous brunette executed another perfect dive into the pool.
"Will she go for it?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course. I talked her into having sex with me earlier."
He looked at Jennifer with a measure of concern. "You're not a lesbo, are you?"
"No. I'm just your average everyday horny American female who can't resist having sex with a handsome man-like you—nor a beautiful woman like Beverly."
He remembered the brunette's shyness from the elevator. "How did you get her to participate? She seems like an innocent straight out of the barnyard of an Iowa farm."
"It's true that she's about as innocent as they come, but there are ways to get people to do as you please."
"Are you a Svengali?"
"I guess that you might say I have the ability to persuade."
"I guess so," he said with a chuckle. "You've certainly persuaded me that you'd be a top-notch piece of ass."
"Flattery will get you everything."
They sat side by side for a while and watched Beverly swim. As she splashed around in the water, Jennifer leaned over and whispered in Willy's ear, "She has the nicest pair of knockers and the prettiest nipples that you've ever seen."
"They look like top-notch stuff from here."
"Just wait until you see her without her swim suit. She's got tits that could make a centerfold salivate. Nice and firm, too."
"You're giving me a hard-on."
"Good. That gives me all the more reason to continue talking about her body."
He laughed. "You must have learned how to converse by sitting around a sailor's bar in the Philippines."
"It's funny that you should say that, because I used to get fucked by a Seventh Fleet sailor when I was a teenager. Whenever he came home on leave he would always have a hard-on waiting for me."
"I've got one waiting for you right now."
"You certainly know the right things to say to a girl."
Just then, Beverly got out of the pool and stepped over to grab a towel. As she bent over her ass pressed outward against the thin material of her swim suit. Willy nearly had a heart attack as he watched the firm globes of her buttocks stretch the fabric until the vertical crack of her ass was plainly visible. Although he had a hard-on before, now it started to throb unmercifully. He worried that he would shoot a wad of semen right through his shorts and into the air.
Jennifer saw his reaction to the sight in front of them. She started giggling. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I bet that she's cherry in the rear."
"I bet she is too," Willy said.
"I bet that she's never had a black dick in her cunt before, either."
He smacked his lips when he heard that. Nothing was more fun than introducing a lovely white woman to the joys of interracial sex. And the prettier that the woman was, the more he enjoyed it.
"Whew!" gasped Beverly as she came back from her swim. "I feel good after that dip in the pool."
Willy wanted to know what she would say after he dipped his dick in her. He looked at her and remarked, "You look like a professional. Did you used swim on a team?"
"Hardly," she laughed. "I just like to swim, that's all. Always have."
For some reason water always made a woman's body look better than it already looked. Even though Beverly would rate a "10" in any man's book, the fact that she had a thin film on moisture covering her skin made her that much more appealing.
Her breasts were that much more scrumptious. Her legs were that much more lean and sexy. Her ass was that much more shapely—especially considering the fact that the swim suit had ridden up between the crack of her ass so that the globes of her buttocks were that much more visible.
Jennifer looked at her and said, "You're getting a little too much sun, Beverly. We better get back to our room."
The brunette beauty grabbed her things, looked at large black man and said, "Well, it was nice to meet you. Bye bye."
Jennifer turned to her and said, "I hope that you don't mind, but I've invited Willy up for a treat."
"Er ..." was all that Beverly managed to reply before she followed them.
When they were all in the elevator Jennifer asked, "So, what did you do to her earlier, Willy?"
"You mean when I first saw her?"
"Yes."
"I simply complemented her on how lovely she was."
"Does she look prettier now than before?"
"Oh yea," he said. "I had complemented her on her legs before, but now I can see them all the way to her crotch. She really does have a dynamite pair."
Beverly turned to him and exclaimed, "Would you stop it! I feel self-conscious whenever anyone talks about my body."
"That's obviously your Midwestern upbringing coming through," said Jennifer.
"Now stop that. There's nothing wrong with being from the Midwest."
"Of course there isn't—as long as you shed some of that propriety whenever you take a vacation to a hedonist paradise like Hawaii."
"Hmm!" Beverly groaned. At least she was grateful that the black man wasn't feeling her buttocks.
They stepped off the elevator, walked down the hallway, and came to the door of the room. "Come on in, Willy," said Jennifer with a wink and a shake of her ass. "Join us."
Beverly didn't like the idea of inviting him inside, but she didn't say anything. After all, if her roommate wanted him present, who was she to protest?
"I'm going to change," she said as she stepped towards the bathroom.
"Why don't you just change right here?" asked Jennifer.
The brunette beauty couldn't believe her ears. "Why! Because there's a man present."
"He won't see anything that he hasn't seen on a thousand other women. Go ahead. Be brave. Go Hawaiian."
The pretty brunette felt as if she were being challenged. Well ha! She would show her roommate who had guts. She reached up and quickly peeled off the top of her suit.
"Wow!" said Willy with a whistle. "She does have nice tits."
"I told you so," said Jennifer.
Beverly was suddenly angry. "Is this what this is about? Is this the 'treat' that you promised him? You merely wanted me to take off my clothes so that you ...you ...could have a glimpse of my body?"
"Oh Bev! When are you going to realize that you have a very nice body and that you should display it more often."
"Oh how vile! Oh how wicked! Oh how disgusting! Do you want to see my body—is that what you want! All right! All right! Damn it! Here it is. Take a good look!" She hurriedly peeled off her swim suit, cast it aside, and stood completely naked in the very center of the room. She stood up straight, put her hands on her hips, and yelled, "Take a good long look, you voyeurs. Get an eyeful! Because this is the only time that either of you will ever see it again!"
"She's even better looking than I imagined," said Willy in a calm voice.
"And aren't those the most perfect tits that you've ever seen?" asked Jennifer, taking no note of Beverly's outrage.
The pretty brunette suddenly had second thoughts about discarding her clothing. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. She had heard rumors that black men couldn't control themselves in the presence of naked white women. Their hormones rose to dangerously high levels. She wondered if Willy was having that kind of a reaction. Were his balls boiling and his sperm rising?
Self-consciously, she put her hands in front of her pussy in a vain attempt to shield it from view.
"Don't do that, doll," said Jennifer. "It looks so cute just standing out there all alone. C'mon. Don't be shy. Show it to Willy. You said that we could get an eyeful."
"Come on over here and let me touch it, honey," Willy said in a pleasant voice. "I'm not going to hurt it, honest."
Incredibly, Beverly removed her hands as a protective cover and began walking toward the handsome black man. She couldn't figure out why she was behaving so strangely in the presence of these people. She should be revolted at her lewd actions. It was totally uncharacteristic of her upbringing to act in a vulgar manner.
And yet, she had just stripped off her clothes and had stood in the middle of the room displaying herself. And now, she was about to let another man touch her pussy—even though she was a married woman!
She wondered if there was something the matter with the water in the hotel. The management might have added an aphrodisiac! Maybe subliminal messages were being sent through the Muzak in the elevator.
"C'mon! Just a little closer," said Willy.
She obliged. She wanted to have her pussy touched. It was throbbing and needed attention. She was happy to present it to him.
When she was very close, he reached out and put his hand on it. When he saw that she wasn't pulling away, he began to lightly stroke it. "Very nice. Very nice indeed. You should be proud to have such a pretty pussy. Most women don't."
He lied. After all, he had never seen a pussy that he didn't like.
Beverly watched as he stroked her Mound of Venus. "I know that I have a pretty pussy. That's what Jennifer told me. She said that they're either too hairy, or too bald. By mine is just right."
"Spread your thighs a little. I want to feel more of it."
She knew that she shouldn't listen to him, but she spread her thighs anyway. After all, he seemed like a nice enough fellow.
"Oh my!" she gasped as she felt the first contact of his flesh against hers.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"I didn't expect you to put ...your finger ...into me."
"I just wanted to see if you were tight." He wiggled his digit around in her love orifice for a few minutes.
She watched him with curiosity. "Well, am I?"
"You're tight, all right, but not as tight as I thought. Does your husband have a big penis?"
She blushed, "I guess. His is the only one that I've ever seen."
"How long is it?"
"Oh really! I've never measured it."
"Show me with your hands," Willy asked.
She lifted her hands so that they were level with her succulent titties. She then moved her palms apart from each other until approximately nine inches separated them.
Willy nodded appreciatively. "That's a fairly good size for a pecker, but it's nothing compared to this." He pulled down his trunks and displayed his enormous ebony cock.
To say the least, she was utterly flabbergasted by this vulgar action, but she was equally astounded by the immense size of his reproductive organ. She had heard women tell stories about men having foot-long cocks, but she never really believed them. Such dimensions just didn't seem possible. But here—right in front of her very own eyes—was a cock which could have belonged to Goliath.
"What do you think?" he asked while holding it, yet without removing his finger from her honey pot.
"It's very big," she said with a stupid smile. She noticed that he couldn't even get his fingers around it.
"If you're curious—it's almost thirteen inches long when it's fully erect. I measured it with a yardstick."
"Wow!"
"I think that it's still growing, because a few years ago it was only twelve inches long."
"Wow!"
Beverly was still amazed by the dimensions of the now throbbing cock, which was only a few inches away from her lovely body. It looked so menacing sticking up in the air like that, bobbing back and forth and pulsing with sexual passion. It resembled a snake or a serpent from the underworld. "I don't think that all of it would fit inside of me."
She couldn't figure out why she had said that.
"It's interesting that you should mention that, because I was about to suggest that we try."
"Oh my!" she gasped. "Thanks, but I'm married."
"Now Beverly," said Jennifer. "You don't want to go back to that small Midwestern town that you hail from and not have an affair to tell about, do you?"
"But ...but ...my marriage vows."
"Marriage vows! No one believes in them anymore. Besides, your pussy is just begging for cock. Look at how wet and slippery it has become in only the last few minutes."
Beverly didn't have to look. She could feel how wet and slick it had become. That big black finger moving in and out of her honey pot was turning it into a miniature swamp. It was wetter than when the dildo was in her. It was even wetter than when Jennifer's tongue was in her. Goodness! She wondered what that big fat black penis of his would do.
Willy was wondering approximately the same thing. Except he was imagining what her cunt might feel like wrapped around his immense cock. He loved the feel of pussy. As far as he was concerned there wasn't a better feeling in all the world. The moisture. The suction. The warmth. The slickness.
Mmm! Mmm! It was finger-lickin' good.
"Hey you two," said Jennifer. "Why are you so quiet? Cat got your tongue?"
Without taking his eyes off of Beverly, Willy said, "I was merely wondering about how deep her vagina might be."
Jennifer smiled broadly and said, "Well, I say that it's time that we test her." She stepped over and stood beside Beverly. "C'mon roommate. It's time to have your honey pot checked."
"What are you going to do—use a yardstick?" Beverly asked.
"No need to do that, honey," said the horny blonde. "Willy has already measured his cock. We'll just use that as a gauge."
Things were becoming clear in Beverly's mind. She could easily see that the large black man wanted to make love to her. It was written all over his face and imprinted on his cock. She knew that she should resist, but found it utterly impossible. In many ways, she wanted it to happen. She needed it. She yearned for it.
But should she—or, shouldn't she?
Jennifer saw the dilemma that the pretty brunette was having, so she said, "It's not uncommon for women to have an affair nowadays. In fact, it's the norm. According to the latest Hite Report, over seventy percent of married women have extramarital affairs. And nearly ninety-seven percent of women who come to Hawaii without their husbands do."
"Really?" Beverly asked in disbelief.
Jennifer had fabricated the statistic, but she had learned that percentages added validity to bullshit statements. "You see, everyone is screwing around."
It was Willy's turn to speak. "With that as your guide, why don't you bend down and give the tip of my cock a kiss?"
"Oh, I could never do that," Beverly said in a little girl tone of voice.
Jennifer said, "Sure you can. Just pretend that it's a great big dark lollipop and that it's got your name written all over it."
The brunette looked down at the massive organ. She focused her eyes on the peehole. Across the head of his cock she thought that she could see the name "Beverly" flashing in neon.
She shook her head. Of course she was imagining things. No human penis could be electrically wired for a neon sign. The more that she looked at it, the harder it was to focus her attention on other things. Indeed, the great big dark lollipop seemed to be calling her name.
She leaned over to examine it more closely. Darn, if it didn't look just as appetizing as that ebony dildo.
The memory of that dildo brought a surge to her heart. That wondrous object made of the finest Malaysian rubber and the best in electronic wizardry, had provided her with nothing but the most exquisite sensations between her thighs.
She was beginning to think along new lines. If a large inanimate object could bring her such delights, imagine what a large animate object could bring!
Of her own free will, she leaned over gave the tip of Willy's dick a gentle and quick kiss. After all, she didn't want to go overboard with this sort of thing. "There. I did it," she said proudly.
"Oh come on" Willy said, wagging his organ at her. "You can do better than that. Give it a really big kiss. Gobble it up. Wrap those pretty pink lips of yours around it and suck."
"Well, if you insist." Once again the pretty brunette bent over and gave the mighty shaft a kiss. This time she made sure to open her mouth wider so that she could get more of it inside.
The first thing that she noticed was the texture of the organ. She was surprised by the rubbery feel of it. It was very much like the dildo. She hadn't expected that.
Secondly, she was surprised by the warmth radiating from the flesh itself. She hadn't expected that either. That was very much unlike the dildo.
Incredibly, she found that she didn't want to pull her mouth away. She wanted to continue kissing the ebony shaft with her pretty pink lips for an indefinite period of time. It seemed that her lips and that shaft belonged together.
Reluctantly she lifted her head. "There. I did it—just the way you told me."
"You didn't suck on it like I asked you to," said Willy. "Now, get back to work."
Willingly, Beverly leaned over and went back to her task. This time she opened her mouth very wide, gobbling up several inches of his organ before she closed her jaws and began to suck.
She let her tongue rest on the underside of his penis as she began to bob her head up and down. She could feel her cheeks hollowing inward as she pulled her face away, and billowing outward as she drew back down the shaft towards his balls.
She puckered her lips in an attempt to feel as much of him in her mouth as possible. She wished that she could swallow the whole thing, but she knew that thirteen inches wouldn't fit in her gullet.
Once she established a rhythm, she found it easier to perform her task.
Willy looked down at her and smiled. He always found it satisfying to watch a woman perform fellatio on his enormous cock. And because Beverly was such a pretty thing, and this type of sex was new to her, it was that much more satisfying.
"Are you sure that you've never done anything like this before?" he asked.
"Mmmph!" she answered with her mouth stuffed full of black cock.
"I think she said, 'No'," laughed Jennifer.
"She sure could have fooled me. The woman is performing like a professional."
Beverly didn't know how to take that remark. She wasn't sure that she liked being compared to a hooker. After all, she had her pride.
"There's a little secret that you ought to know," said Willy. "Occasionally you should nibble on the cock."
She heard him and did as he requested.
"Ow!" he screamed. "I said nibble! Not bite. It's not a sausage, you know!"
She was genuinely sorry. She hadn't meant to harm him. Softly she began to gnaw on his cock with just the gentlest of motion.
"That's it," he sighed. "Oooh, baby! That's it. Now, keep that up while you suck." He leaned back and let her take command. He would simply enjoy the pleasant sensations while she labored.
Beverly was genuinely pleased with herself. She was satisfying a man who wasn't her husband. She was giving 'head'—and she was doing a good job of it. And she was satisfying a long-held curiosity about the taste of cock.
As she bobbed her head back and forth, she noticed that the cock began to expand. The skin around the outside of the shaft became drawn and very tight. The veins along the sides of it began to bulge and became quite hard. The head of the cock itself swelled until it was the size of a tennis ball and filled her entire mouth.
"Ooooh!" groaned Willy as he reached down and held her head between his mammoth hands.
She became acutely aware of his musky scent. It permeated the entire region between his muscular thighs. She noticed that he smelled differently than her husband. Doug had more of a refined smell that one would encounter in a library. Whereas Willy had the scent of the earth on his skin.
She reached up between his legs and accidentally brushed her knuckles against his low-slung sac. She kept her hand there and gently felt his balls. She was amazed at their size. They were three times that of her husband's!
She began to wonder why they were so large. Perhaps it meant that they contained three times the amount of semen. Or maybe semen production progressed geometrically rather than arithmetically. If that were the case, then those balls could really blast away with some astronomical quantities of sperm!
She began to feel enormously turned on. She could barely control the seepage of love secretions out of her vagina. The entire lower half of her body was alive with want and desire. She had never been so hungry for sex before. Her lower abdomen was afire!
She continued to minister to the black joystick wedged in her mouth. She eagerly ran her soft tongue back and forth, no longer content to just lave the underside.
"Ohhh!" moaned Willy as he unconsciously began to push his pelvis back and forth.
Beverly sensed that his pelvic actions were involuntary, but she couldn't be sure. After all, until this very moment he had seemed so controlled and sure of himself.
She began to feel a sense of womanly pride. She now knew that she had accomplished that miraculous feat of having control over a man. She suddenly realized that in her mouth she held the power.
Damn! She felt good!
Meanwhile Jennifer was busy dabbling between her own thighs. The sight in front of her had turned her on so much, that she couldn't stand still. Thus, with the palm of her hand she began stroking her crotch. As the sensations began to travel through her body she began to rub the clitoris itself. Needless to say, the sensations became electric, coursing through her entire torso like a lightning bolt across the sexual heavens.
She couldn't get over how exciting it was to watch a white woman give a black man a blow job. Interracial sex was more of a turn-on than she could have imagined. She couldn't wait to see that dick burrowing away inside a pink pussy.
Furthermore, the couple looked as though they belonged together. Both were physically fit and lean. There wasn't a pound of excess fat between the two of them. They were sleek. They were elegant. They were exquisite.
In other words, everything was shapely and extremely fuckable.
He began breathing hard. "Ah, babe! I think you better stop now."
She didn't pay any attention. She had found a new pastime and she was enjoying it immensely.
"Ahhh! I said that you better stop."
She continued to suck away. She knew where her mouth belonged. She wasn't going to take it off of his meatstick for anything.
"If you don't stop ...ungh ...I'm going to shoot my wad."
She decided that she wouldn't mind that a bit. She had heard stories which said that semen was rich in protein and other nutrients.
"Stop! Now!" he shouted, reaching down and pulling her head off of his cock.
The prick fell from her mouth, leaving a thin strand of saliva trailing from her lower lip to the peehole. "What the ...! Wasn't ...I ...doing it right?" she asked.
"You were almost too good. Now get over there on the bed. It's time for you to get some cock."
Twenty-four hours earlier those words would have caused her to faint. But now they seemed to be the most wonderful words in the world. Without delay, she got up from the floor and hurried over to the bed. She lay down in the middle of the mattress and spread her legs as wide as she could. She rubbed her crotch with the palm of her hand and said, "Oh hurry, please, Willy. Please!"
He stepped over, looked at her, and smiled. He loved to see women who were in desperate need of cock. There was something magical in their expressions which sent his libido soaring. "You've got to say the magic word."
"Arrgh!" she screamed in anguish. "Now is no time for games. Please. Satisfy me."
"If you don't say the magic word, you won't get any of my cock."
A look of genuine grief crossed her face. The thought of not being stuffed with that meatstick was tormenting. "I ...I ...don't have the slightest idea what the magic word is."
He smiled down at her. "I'll give you a hint. It is used very often. It starts with an 'F' and ends with a 'K'."
She caught the gist of his ribald humor as she continued to stroke her pubis. "I know what it is," she said with a smile.
"Say it then."
"It's 'fuck'."
He chuckled. "That's strange. I was thinking of the word 'flick'."
"Why you!" she said with a laugh.
He got on the mattress and positioned himself between her widespread thighs. He had to admit that the sight before him was one of utter beauty. Religious fanatics were wrong in showing pictures of redwood trees and mountain streams as wonderment of God. Instead, they ought to show images of beautiful women with their legs spread wide and their cunts gaping open. Now that was inspirational!
She had spread her legs so far apart that the tendons along her inner thighs stood out prominently. In fact, they looked as though they were painfully straining against the smooth flesh. The tendons themselves looked like tight cords pointing to the center of the universe.
He saw that her breasts and belly were moving up and down spasmodically, as if yearning for his entry. Even her labia seemed to be sucking in and out, begging for cock.
"Come on, Willy," she moaned in distress. "I played your silly game, now get on with it. Stuff me. Fill me."
"I just want to look at you for a while."
"Do that later, please," she said in wanton lust. "I need you now."
He got between her thighs, placing his hands on her knees. "Take hold of my cock. I want you to put it between the lips of your cunt."
She eagerly did as she was told. She was thrilled by the fact that she was holding a penis which didn't belong to her husband. She was ecstatic that she was putting it in a spot which was normally reserved only for him. She was beginning to feel that sense of zip, zest, and zowie which she had yearned for.
"It looks so ...wonderful," she said as she attempted to wrap her fingers around it. She was immensely pleased to learn that it was impossible to do so.
"Wait till you feel it inside of you."
"Ohhh!" she moaned in bliss as she placed it between the gaping lips of her sex.
He saw that she had her tongue hanging out. A little drop of spittle was trickling out of the corner of her mouth even. Obviously, she was hotter for cock than any woman he had ever encountered.
"Oh do it to me!" she begged.
He couldn't wait another minute. He gently nudged his pelvis forward so that the tip of his black spear nestled between the pink folds of her pussy. Ever so slowly he pushed himself inward—just a millimeter at a time—savoring every second as each little nerve ending came into contact with more of her innermost flesh.
"Ahhh!" she sighed, throwing her head back against the pillow, so that the tendons in her neck stood out as prominently as those between her thighs.
When the crown of his cock was within her love tunnel, he paused and asked, "How do you like the new black model, sugar?"
"Oooh! I like it! I like it! Please give me more."
"Your wish is my command." With that, he pushed a couple of more inches into her.
"Ungh!" she grunted, feeling the first real pain since he had started his entry.
He knew that she would feel pain, but most women did because of his immense size. However, he knew that she would soon get used to it. They all did. Soon, her tunnel of love would be accommodating all of his width and girth with relative ease.
He pushed another couple of inches into her.
"Ungh! Hey! Stop! Stop! You have to give my vagina time to adjust."
He paused and looked down at her. She looked so lovely with her little dimples and her flushed skin color. He gave another shove and saw her bite her lower lip.
"Ohhh! Come on! Stop for a minute. I mean it. I'm not used to having someone as large as you inside of me."
"You should fuck around more often."
She smiled. "I haven't ever had a reason to before now."
He could see that she meant it. That was nice. She really was a very sweet woman. There weren't too many of them around anymore.
She looked up at him and asked, "Are you married, Willy?"
"I was—once."
"What happened?"
"The usual. She joined a church and the reverend got hot for her ass, so she started humping in the back pews. I came to choir practice one day and saw her doing it doggy style."
"You divorced her for committing adultery!" Beverly asked with a look of concern on her face, realizing that she was doing the very same thing to Doug.
Willy laughed. "I didn't care about her balling the reverend. She could have balled the entire congregation for all that I cared. After all, the more that a woman fucks around, the better she gets at fucking. What ended the marriage was the fact that she fell in love with the reverend. In other words, she divorced me."
"Oh!" said Beverly with a sigh of relief. She would have worried about a lapse in logic if he would have said that he divorced his wife on grounds of adultery, and yet had convinced herself into committing it.
He gave another shove, worming another few inches into her tight little hole.
"Ungh!" she grunted again.
"Are you all right?"
"I think so," she said as she adjusted the angle of her pelvis. "Or at least it's getting easier to bear."
"Good." With that, he shoved four inches into her at once.
"Ungh! Umph!" she gasped, her eyelids fluttering open and her pupils dilating as if a flashbulb had gone off in front of her face. She imagined that a rolling pen was being wedged into her snatch. "Now I know why they invented dildos," she said while panting for breath.
"Why?"
"So that a woman could get used to the size of her lover's cock."
"That sounds like a good enough idea to me." By this time he really wasn't listening to her. After all, once a man got most of his dick wedged into a pussy, he didn't really care about bullshit and chit-chat any longer. The only thing that mattered at a moment like this was the time-honored tradition of stroking and poking.
In other words, a man's dick truly was his conscience.
"Ohhh, Willy!" she sighed.
"Am I better than your husband?" he asked.
She didn't particularly like the fact that he was mentioning her husband at a time like this, but she admitted, "Yes! You're better than my husband."
"Have I touched you deeper?"
"Yes! Oh yes!"
Her cunt was stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before. She now felt a kinship with women who had delivered over-sized children— except that this experience was a lot more fun.
As she felt his cock brush against her cervix, she wondered what a child of their union might look like. If it were a girl, would it have her body? If it were a boy, would it have his cock?
"Mmmm!" she moaned.
He could tell that she was on a sexual high which she had never experienced before. She was on Cloud Nine. She was in Seventh Heaven. She was a grown-up Alice in a sexual Wonderland.
"Mmmm!" she moaned again.
She had never dreamed that sex could be so satisfying. She never knew that such exquisite delights could emanate from that little region down there between her thighs. From now on she would treat that region with a whole new sense of respect.
Instinctively she wrapped her long shapely legs around Willy's muscular torso. She wanted to hug him to her and never let him go. She wouldn't mind becoming permanently affixed to him—sort of like a Siamese twin attached to his cock, or a lichen to a rock.
She gently bit his shoulder. She did it with the intent of leaving a hickey. But then she remembered that he was black and that a hickey probably wouldn't show.
"Rotate your ass," he said. "What do you mean?"
"Come on. Put some gusto into that pretty pelvis of yours."
She lifted her ass off of the mattress and began to wiggle it from side to side. She immediately noticed new and gratifying sensations all along the length of her vagina. "Ohhh!" she sighed.
"You see. It makes a difference, doesn't it?"
"Wow! They ought to teach young girls about this in high school gym class. It would add a lot to all of those silly exercises involving gymnastics—especially those on the pommel horse."
Willy's cock gave an appreciative lurch. The thought of a pretty, teenage Beverly, with her young thighs spread wide and learning the intricate mechanics of high-class fucking, would have been a sight to behold.
She felt his cock expand slightly and wondered what kind of nasty thought was going through his mind. She grabbed hold of his muscular buttocks with her hands and the backs of her calves and urged him deeper into her. She wanted to feel every inch of his manhood.
He acknowledged her request by shoving his pelvis forward. His dick brushed her cervix and actually bent slightly as he forced himself upward and inward. He worried that he might split her in two, or that his cock just might poke right through to her bowels.
Because she had such a narrow waist, he could imagine his erection being visible as he wormed it into her—sliding back and forth beneath her belly button.
He looked down into her face again. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip. Every time he thrust into her deeply, she would bite her lip that much harder.
He leaned down and kissed her. He pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue inside.
"Mmmph!" she moaned as she felt his lingual appendage brush against her teeth.
He wasn't content to merely dabble about with his tongue. He rammed it deeply into her oral cavity—filling it completely. He wanted to imitate the actions of his cock as he moved it back and forth inside of her vagina.
Jennifer sat in a chair and watched the couple making love. She could see the large black penis sliding in and out of Beverly's vagina. The brunette's sex was now thoroughly covered with sexual lubricant and glistened in the light of the room like dew drops on the morning grass.
Occasionally, Jennifer could see their pubic hairs become entangled—his kinky black ones in her curly brunette ones. And she especially liked to see his black balls swing back and forth between her widespread peach-colored thighs.
Willy could feel the sperm in his testes beginning to boil with passion. He knew his little seeds were excited at the prospect of being shot into a willing white cunt. They seemed to shoot harder and further whenever they had a treat like this. Interracial sex seemed to stimulate their tiny thrusters.
"Ohhh!" Beverly moaned, shaking her head from side to side, disheveling her luxuriant hair. "Ohhhh!"
He could tell that he was sending her over the edge. If she weren't presently in a state of orgasmic release, she soon would be.
Indeed, she was very near the brink. All of her mental faculties were concentrated on that magical space between her thighs. Quenching the itch in her pussy was now the sole reason for her existence. She felt as if she had been born for this very moment.
She immediately realized that all of the feminists were wrong. Women were meant to be sexual objects. Getting fucked was the highlight of a woman's life. Women should be proud of their cunts. Those glorious organs kept the human race going. They were worthy of venerable respect.
"Mmmm!" she groaned again, nearing a state of sexual hysteria.
He slowed his onslaught. There was no point in driving her completely mad. He let his cock just rest in place for a moment while he allowed her to catch her breath.
He loved to look at her as she breathed. Her nostrils would expand and dilate tremulously. Her throat would constrict sensually. She would run her tongue around her lips sexily.
She opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. She smiled. She realized that he was teaching her the art of fucking. She was now an eager learner. She was pleased that he was taking the time to teach her the ins and outs.
For some reason she noticed her nipples brushing against his chest hair. She was surprised to find that his hair was soft—not bristly like she had imagined. She was also surprised by the texture of his lips. They were fuller than her husband's, but they felt more sensual. "Is this what you hand in mind when you put your hand on my ass in the elevator?"
He kissed the tip of her pretty little nose and said, "Believe me, you've surpassed all of my carnal expectations."
She felt her heart beat unexpectedly. He kept surprising her with his gentleness. She swayed her pelvis back and forth a few times in appreciation.
"I like that," he replied.
"I'm glad."
Jennifer stepped over and lay down beside them. "So, how do you like him?" she asked.
Beverly smiled. "I like him a lot."
"And how do you like his cock?"
The brunette blushed. "I didn't realize that size could make such a difference, but it does. It really does."
Jennifer put her hand between their bodies and felt Beverly's taut abdominal muscles. "It's amazing how deep he can penetrate, isn't it?"
Again the brunette blushed as she felt her roommate's palm on her lower tummy. "Yes. For a while there I thought that his penis would start coming out of my throat."
"That would have been a sight to see," the blonde said with a broad beaming smile. "Sort of like a scene from Alien'."
Willy decided that the time had come to commence fucking again. Slowly he began to move his penis back and forth.
"Ohhh! Darling!" cooed Beverly as she rotated her pelvis in coordination with his. She didn't know how she would ever be able to go back to Doug and his five minute fucks. She would never be happy unless her lover was as good as Willy.
"Ungh!" she grunted as the exquisite sensations returned to her lower body.
Never before had she thought of the term "fuck" to describe the act of lovemaking. But Willy had taught her a whole new dimension of sexuality. The only term which accurately describe it was the word fuck. She now knew why the word was in such common usage. It was a beautiful word. It was a lovely word.
"Oh fuck me!" she cooed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He smiled. He had seen this scene repeat itself many times. A demure women turning into a wanton slut once she got a taste of real sex. Truly, the sexual impulse was more powerful than social mores. Hedonism beat the smithereens out of puritanism any day of the week.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she continued to gasp.
"I don't intend to stop," he replied.
"Oh fuck! Don't ever! Oh fuck! Fuck me!"
He wished that he had a cassette player handy so that he could tape her pleadings. He would like to play them back to see her reaction.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
Jennifer leaned over and kissed her on the lips. At first, Beverly didn't know what was going on, but when she opened her eyes and saw the lovely blonde, she began kissing back. Soon, their tongues were intertwining with each other, dancing together.
Beverly began to regret that she had never fucked around before. To think, she could have been spreading her thighs for other men for the seven years of her marriage. She bet that she wouldn't have had a dull moment. She could have fucked the mailman and his substitute, all of those insurance salesmen, and the numerous Jehovah's Witnesses who had knocked on her door in the middle of the afternoon over the years.
She immediately dismissed the last group from consideration. They probably didn't know how to fuck. They probably didn't even know how to beat-off.
"Oh ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted.
Willy knew that her orgasm was on its way. Anytime that he got three successive "Unghs" out of a female, it meant that she was nearing the point of no return.
Sure enough ...
"Arrrrgggghhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs! She lunged and lurched her body in a thousand different contortions of lust. Her torso was bending every which way.
Willy hadn't yet blasted his semen into her hole, however. He was still holding back, even though he could feel millions upon millions of little sperm cells rising up from the base of his balls and hurrying up his shaft, getting ready to make a dash for paradise. They were yearning to swim freely inside the beautiful and curvaceous body of Beverly.
Willy was now pumping at his full capacity. He was expending thousands of calories of energy. It was for moments like this why he kept his body in tip-top shape. Especially his lower back muscles—they were working overtime.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
He felt as if he were an oil rig and he was drilling for oil—except that this oil was a lot more fun to play in.
Finally, he could contain himself no longer. His balls were ready to burst and his pecker was ready to squirt.
He rammed his dick all the way into Beverly's love tunnel, gripped her tightly around the waist, gritted his teeth, and let the viscous semen flow into her lovely white body.
He looked down at her at the moment he felt his sperm released. It was always a kick to see the reaction on a woman's face when she felt the enormous amount of joyjuice that he was capable of blasting into her.
Beverly was no exception. She had expected only a teaspoon full of semen to come out of his cock. But what she got was nearly a teacup full.
She gasped as she felt jet after jet blast into her.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
"My god!" she exclaimed with startled eyes. "How much to you have in there?"
"Enough to keep a pretty woman like you coming back for more."
"I guess. It would take my husband over a year to manufacture that much."
"Not me. It only takes me several hours."
"How did you ever develop such a capacity?"
"I like to flick a lot."
"I guess," she moaned as she salaciously wiggled her pelvis from side to side.
And all the while he continued to ...
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
"He's amazing, isn't he?" asked Jennifer.
Beverly smiled and said, "Yes, he is. And he's very sweet too."
Willy felt his erection slowly subside. Within only a few minutes it had withered to such a point that it slipped out of her.
"Oh dear!" Beverly sighed. "I better get to bathroom. It feels like I've got a lake of sperm between my thighs."
"Don't bother to get up," Jennifer said. "I'll take care of you."
Beverly had no idea what her roommate was referring to. But soon the blonde was kissing her way down her body until she was positioned between her widespread thighs.
"You're not going to do what I think you're going to, are you?" Beverly asked.
"It's the best tasting stuff in the world," Jennifer said while smacking her lips and pressing them against the semen-soaked pubic region.
"Oh my god!" moaned Beverly—again in blissful ecstasy.
Jennifer went to work lapping away at the vagina, gobbling down great quantities of cum. At first, Beverly was repulsed by this sordid act, but the sensations were so pleasing that she quickly dismissed any moral objections.