Chapter 7
To Terry's complete surprise, the client who gave her the seemingly impossible problem to solve was black Joe Brown.
"I thought we got you all squared away," she told the man whose skin was blacker than the side of a shark.
"I went soft again," he said, mournfully.
"For a while, everything went along okay. I pissed on the white cunts just like I did with you, and it did make me feel grand. That kind of piss-on was always good for a bone up. Then. . . ? " and he shrugged his shoulders.
Terry said, softly, "It stopped working. Now, you need stronger medicine. But what?" she asked.
Brown shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I kept gettin' this fantasy. A kind of impossible dream." He shook his head. "None of the chicks I know will go along with it. They say it's too far out."
"What is it?" Terry snapped, impatiently. "So far you've been talking in circles. Make your point. What kind of action are you after? I can't guarantee we can supply it. There is such a thing as good taste."
Brown hesitated, and then plunged on. "Okay, I'll spill out this fantasy I keep getting. Maybe you can help, maybe not. If not, I just stops fucking is all."
"Without the melodramatics," Terry said, wearily. "What is your fantasy?"
Brown said. "I got this oral hang-up. A special kind of mouth job. When I fantasize about, I'll get a bone-on. But just momentarily. I know if I could get the real thing, I'd be okay, once and for all."
"Shoot," Terry ordered, and took up a note book and pencil. Sometimes, she felt more like a psychologist than a social director. But she was rapidly finding out that she had to fully understand people to be a director of a dating service. Merely matching up-likely partners was not enough.
The black man described his fantasy. During his more successful masturbatory sessions, he visualized himself watching a scene of sexual intercourse between a white woman and a white man. After the man had ejaculated into the lady's pussy, Brown could see himself immediately clamping his mouth to her genitals to suck out the juices and bring the woman to a climax.
Terry frowned. "You're asking a lot this time," she said. "You want to watch a couple with white skin perform in a straight sexual way. Then, after the man has climaxed, you want to suck his partner off, juices and all."
"Yeah, that's it," Brown said. "There's one more thing, though," he added. "One more small detail."
"Go on," Terry said.
"While I'm sucking off this guy's wife or girl friend, he gets such a bone-on by watching me, he jacks off."
Terry stopped writing. "And when he is about to blow, he sticks the cockhead in his wife's mouth. While you're eating her, she's eating him."
"That's it," Brown admitted. "And I'd prefer the woman to be not only white but blonde. I got a thing for blondes."
"Of course," Terry replied, easily. By now she was really beginning to understand her black client. The man wanted desperately to be accepted in the upper class white world. This act of cunnilingus in a three-way show symbolized acceptance to him. But not many white people would go along with that sort of thing!
She was inclined to turn down his request but knew she didn't dare take the risk. Brown was a special favorite of Hunsucker. By turning him away, she'd only be risking a job which meant a great deal to her.
"Give me time to line up a couple for you," Terry said.
Brown stood up. "Don't take all year about it. I haven't had any sexual relief in a week! Ever since I started going soft again!"
"Don't threaten me," Terry replied, angrily.
"I ain't threatening anyone," Brown said, evenly. "But old lady Hunsucker don't think you'll last as Social Director. Maybe if I told her you can't deliver..."
"Get out," Terry yelled slamming both hands down hard on the desk. "I'll call you when I've got someone lined up. It won't be easy."
It wasn't easy. Not one white couple signed up with the agency would go for such a far out act. Many of them were prejudiced against black men, too. As a last resort, she called in Mr. and Mrs. Vancleef who did owe her a debt of thanks.
"We'll do anything to help you," the silver-haired man told Terry. "What is the problem?"
When Terry related the black man's fantasy, however, both Vancleef and his wife shook their heads.
"Nothing doing!" Vancleef retorted. "I won't have a nigger-man touching my wife."
The woman pointed out. "My husband can rarely get a hard-on without his voyeuristic activities. Watching someone screw me is his bag." She, too, shook her head. "No, we're not the couple for you."
Desperately, Terry asked, "But what if Tad lays you. What harm would there be in letting the black man suck you off after my son drops his load inside of you?"
"No, no, no," Vancleef interjected. "I won't have a black man touching my wife. I don't go for that interracial sort of thing that's all the rage now. We're rather old-fashioned," he added.
Terry refused to give up. She couldn't. The Vancleefs were her last resort. If they turned her down, she would have to admit defeat. Agnes Hunsucker was waiting for her to fail on a job and black-man Brown was one of their biggest accounts.
Terry continued talking. "You could be passing up a terrifically exciting voyeur type of spectacle," she pointed out. "I've got a few movies to illustrate my point. At least watch them. If they don't charge you up, turn me down. All I'm asking is that you at least give me the courtesy of looking at a hot film. If I'm wrong, turn me down. If you're honestly heated up by this white-black stuff, be decent enough to admit it and help me out with Brown."
Mrs. Vancleef murmured. "Oh well, there can't be any harm in merely watching a film."
Vancleef shrugged. "All right, I'll watch. But dammit, don't expect me to change my mind. I've got a thing about blacks. They're all right in their place but..."
"Won't take me a minute to set up the screen and reel off the film," Terry cut in, happily. "Watch it with an open mind. You could be passing up a very exciting scene. And black men do have bigger cocks.
Mrs. Vancleef looked interested despite the misgivings of her spouse. "Big cocks have always turned me on," she said.
Working swiftly, Terry set up the screen in her office, and placed the projector on a stand. "This film will please," she promised and flicked off the lights.
The first film was an old one and popular around the early days of the century. A dowager duchess who apparently belonged to the British nobility and her black footman entered the lady's large living room. They were bent on a bit of fucking before the husband of the lady returned.
It soon developed that the husband was in on the plot. No sooner had the buxom duchess disrobed along with her big, black buck than the door swung open and the husband entered. He didn't become angry or upset. To the contrary, the crotch area of his trousers began to bulge. Calling out encouragements to his wife and black lover, he, too, removed his clothes. But he didn't join the duo. He stood alongside the couch and began to stroke his cock while he gave instructions to the black man.
"Eat her cunt," he cried out, excitedly. All the while he kept stroking his own turgid prick.
Seated on the couch, the duchess leaned back and spread her legs. The camera hovered lovingly over her hairy cuntal area. The clitoris, aroused and erected to full bloom, was the size of a small boy's solid cock.
The size of the female prick met the full approval of the black man who knelt between her smooth legs and looked adoringly up at the beckoning crack. When the woman's husband told him to "eat," he obeyed.
Opening his mouth as though to partake of a succulent meal, he clamped his thick, negroid lips over the clitoris and pulled back on it as though it was a worm reluctant to be devoured by a bird's beak.
As the black man sucked white cunt, the duchess began to play with herself. With both hands, she cupped her ample boobies and every now and then, slid one finger in back of her and ran a finger up her tight ass-hole.
"Shove that black face against my white cunt, you cunt-lapping nigger-man," she bawled down to the slobbering footman. As she exhorted him to the supreme effort, she kept thrusting her lower abdomen back and forth and rotating her hips around in the most lascivious and lewd manner possible.
The woman's husband kept shouting instructions and stroking his cock bone with increasingly hot masturbatory movement.
"Lower," he'd shout every now and then. "Suck down lower! In her ass-hole! Shove that black tongue up my wife's ass, black man!"
Digging his long, strong, black fingers into the smooth, creamy-colored ass flesh, the footman lifted up the woman's buttocks and shoved his tongue deep into the shit-hole as ordered.
"Yes, yes, yes," the duke coughed happily and the camera closed in on his throbbing prick to reveal its fiery growth as the duke watched the scene of oral-anal action inside his wife's ass-hole.
Leaping back and forth from the wife's slobbering cunt to the duke's jerking prick, the camera told the viewer that both members of the British nobility were about to achieve an orgasm simultaneously.
The duke's body arched and his shining eyes gave testimony to the fact of his impending blow off. But he had no intention of losing the gism over the floor. That wasn't the object of the three-way act at all.
When he felt the cream about to leap through the trembling eye in the center of his bulging cockhead, he ran quickly over to the couch, leaned forward and thrust the long prick into the wide-open mouth of his wife. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the shooting sex stick.
The gobby stuff flew past her shining lips and pearly teeth. Her mouth muscles worked as rapidly as possible in an effort to swallow every loving drop.
The moment the stuff hit the woman's mouth, she began to ejaculate too. Gripping the kneeling black man by the head to make certain he didn't move away prematurely, she let the hot cuntal effluent flow through her slit into his mouth as though she was taking a piss.
When, at long last, he removed his penis from the woman's mouth, the meat was already rubbering. Every drop had spurted out to deplete the hose for a while.
In the next scene, the black buck mounted the duchess, and the viewer was treated to the sight of his riding black buttocks pumping up and down. The woman screamed out her usual flow of obscene but encouraging remarks.
The husband stared and played with his depleted tool. Slowly, the shaft began to thicken and stretch out again.
The reel ended as expected.
The duke, fully erected again, stroked the stiff cock until he was prepared to ejaculate. Then he shoved it into the wide, waiting mouth of his wife and spent himself.
At about the same time, the black buck began to climax, too.
The picture came to an end with the camera examining the limp, spent genitals of all three participants in the three-way fuck. The long black cock, the shorter white one, and the screwed-out pussy were all drenched with the sticky juices of sex.
Terry snapped the lights back on.
Before either Vancleef or his wife could voice their reaction to the film, Terry launched her attack.
"A three-way fuck with a negro can be the most exciting event of your entire lives. I personally guarantee that you'll never again suffer from impotency. Just think back to the action and you'll bone up again."
Mrs. Vancleefs defenses crumpled. "It did look exciting. I mean that scene where the duchess sat on the couch with her legs spread apart with that big, black buck kneeling between them. The way he sucked!" she shivered. "Simply delicious! Of course, I've always heard that black men are excellent cunt suckers. Especially if the cunt is white. Drives them wild, or so I've heard. And that can only make for a wild bit of tongue action inside the pussy. That's where I love to feel the tongue action. Inside. I know a lot of women prefer to have the clit sucked. I don't. Deep inside. That's where I crave tongue, and a lot of it."
Terry drove home her point. "Black men love to drive the tongue deep inside the cunt. And you're right Mrs. Vancleef. If the woman is white, they literally tear the pussy apart with that ever moving tongue. You'll love it," she promised. "Simply love it. And you'll want more of it."
Vancleef wasn't convinced. "The thought of that black buck screwing my wife doesn't sit too good."
Terry quickly explained. "No, no, no. He doesn't want to fuck your wife, sir. You'll do that. Our client wants to suck pussy after you've dropped your load in." She pointed out. "A lot of guys who are going impotent think they need something special to bone them up again."
For the first time, Vancleef looked sympathetic. "Going impotent. He has my fullest sympathy in spite of his color. Of course, I'm not prejudiced. It's just a matter of form. After all, I don't go around sucking black women!"
"Try the three-way scene once," Terry pleaded. "You'll save the poor guy's life. And you could save my job. Old lady Hunsucker is just waiting for me to fail."
The couple looked horrified. "Why didn't you tell us your job was in jeopardy?" they chorused.
Vancleef spoke up. "Of course, we'll do it Damn it all, we've been helped by your services to us. It's only decent that we reciprocate!"
His gray-haired wife said, dreamily, "Of course, we must reciprocate."
But it was clear that reciprocating wasn't all she had in mind. A big, black, young man running his long, thick tongue over her box was what she had in mind. And the thought of the contrasting colors excited her. The white thighs and crotch against the jet-black face....
"Yes," she continued to murmur. "We must reciprocate. The quicker the better," she added with a release of breath.
In the presence of Mr. and Mrs. Vancleef, Joe Brown looked humble and intimidated. The silver-haired couple who easily belonged to the upper middle-class were expensively dressed, sleek, and radiated an aura of superiority. They spoke with articulation and their manners were perfect. Joe Brown, ghetto raised and educated, felt small in their presence. His penis grew even limper. All sorts of doubts filled him with a sense of uneasiness.
Sensing the black man's problem, Terry tried to put him at ease. "Joe is an ex-football player and is really built. And is he ever hung!" she exclaimed. "No wonder all the white women are crying out for his services. He's one of our agency's busiest clients."
Mrs. Vancleef eyed the ex-football player with a calm, and critical eye. What she saw pleased her, tremendously. His shoulders were broad, his chest expansion magnificent, his waist narrow, and the bulge in the crotch of his tight-fitting trousers gave testimony to the fact that he was exceedingly well hung. His legs were long, shapely and muscular.
Mrs. Vancleef noted that his tongue was especially long and velvety-skinned. Inwardly she shivered at the prospect of getting that tongue up her pussy. And the fact that his skin was so black didn't repel her at all. She had been raised in an almost total white society. Being close to a black man rather excited her. Very delicately, she sniffed in the aroma of hot, negroid smell. Her cuntal lips moved in anticipation.
Vancleef wasn't as prejudiced as he thought he'd be, either. In fact, the thought of this black man sucking his wife pleased him. Having an audience always helped and he sensed he wouldn't have any trouble in achieving an erection. Usually it took the sight of his wife seducing a young boy to make him erect. This experience was teaching him something new about himself.
Perhaps he had as many hang-ups as the black man, he was thinking. And impotent-prone men must help each other. With this thought of mutual assistance in mind, Vancleef warmed to the black man.
"We'll help you in any way possible," he told Brown. "Exactly what is your hang-up? It would help for us to know, old boy. In that way, we'll be better prepared to help you."
Brown nodded. "Acceptance. That's been my hang-up ever since I was a kid. I always wanted to be accepted by whitey. Not the poor, white trash-but the upper class folks! I wanted to be a part of that society. Other blacks looked down on me for wanting to be accepted by whitey. But it was important to me. Now, I've gone soft. It ain't no fun being rejected by anyone."
"Poor dear," Mrs. Vancleef clucked sympathetically. "What exactly have you got in mind, Mr. Brown?" she asked. She reached over to squeeze his hand and-give him a bit of self-assurance. The touch of his black skin thrilled the white woman and she felt moisture gathering into a pool deep within the confines of her cunt. Almost immediately, she regretted that the black man was only going to suck her off. She began to wonder whether or not it would be appropriate to get him to screw her with his black piece of meat.
Brown explained the set-up. "I'd love to watch your husband fuck you, ma'am," he said. "Then, after he's dropped his load inside your cunt, I'd love to go down on you and eat. That way," he added, "I'd be accepted by both of you."
"Touching," the silver-haired lady of the upper class sighed. "But wouldn't it be more appropriate if you ... screwed me?"
Her husband frowned. "No, that won't do at all. I'll go along with the cunt-suck proposition. But I'll be damned if I let him fuck you."
Terry quickly interceded to prevent any problems. "Let's just go along with the script as Joe Brown wants it. Afterwards, if you are all in agreement, you may want to vary the action. But it's no good unless all are in agreement. For the time being, let Joe have what he wants."
"Of course," the elderly woman replied. "I was only thinking of Mr. Brown and his problem of acceptance. Mounting a willing white woman would be acceptance, I should think."
Brown started to undress. "All I can think of is sucking white pussy after the husband has fucked it. That's all I want, now. An oral job."
"How will you ejaculate?" Mrs. Vancleef persisted in her questioning.
A slight smile played over the black man's 'hick lips. "Don't worry about that. I will. And when you watch me, you'll get hot all over again."
Mrs. Vancleef grew excited and curious. "How?" she asked again.
Brown stepped out of the last of his garments. "You'll find out," he said, cryptically. "Just let me eat you after your husband has drilled out the hole with his cock."
The sight of the black man in the nude filled the widening eyes of the white woman. The man was very young and muscular. That pleased her. But the blackness of his skin added an excitement she had never experienced before.
While his cock remained soft, the tissues looked positively edible. She wouldn't mind slipping that kind of black meat into her mouth at all. She even could visualize it pumping in and out of her white cunt while she waggled her own jiggling ass back and forth and around to properly take care of the black bone. Casually, she reached over and fondled his balls.
"They feel heavy," she said. "Are you certain you can't get it up in the normal way?"
Brown nodded. "I tried everything. Everything," he quickly added, "except this kind of action. If this don't work, I'm through."
"It's going to work!" Mrs. Vancleef said, emphatically. "Keep a positive frame of mind."
Terry nudged the couple along. "I think Mr. Brown is waiting for you good folks to undress." She winked at the woman. "Perhaps the mere sight of your white pussy will do the trick."
"I hope so," the elderly woman replied and dropped her skirt. The undergarments came off quickly, too.
Vancleef took more time in disrobing as he still wasn't entirely sold. "I'm not sure I want to go through with it," he said. Just the same, he took off his pants and underclothes, too. "Never have believed in intermingling the races. Not that I'm prejudiced, but whites should fuck whites and blacks give it to blacks. What's the point in intermingling?" he asked no one in particular.
He didn't receive a reply because no one was paying any attention to him. His wife was too busy showing off her naked body to the black man. And Terry discovered that she couldn't remain a passive onlooker. She, too, began to shed her clothing although at the moment, she didn't really know how or where or when she'd fit into the action. At least she could jack off and relieve the mounting pressure within her own genitals. Since her liberation, the divorcee had learned to give vent to her sexual needs the moment they made themselves known. Masturbating in front of others had a certain excitement, too. She no longer considered self-play sinful or degrading. Under the proper circumstances, it could be a lot of fun.
These were the proper circumstances, she decided.
Another problem arose. Vancleef couldn't get a hard-on as easily as he had expected. Embarrassed, he turned to Terry. "I'm in as bad shape as Brown. I guess I'll never be able to erect unless I watch my wife with a young boy. I've been that way for years," he said. "I don't know why I thought I was cured. I'm not."
"Nonsense," Terry replied quickly. "Of course you can. You two softies can help each other in that department."
"How?" the two men asked in unison.
Terry quickly explained. "Brown can roll his tongue over Mrs. Vancleef's naked body. You watch," she instructed Vancleef. "After you get a hard-on, mount your wife and fuck."
"And after he comes, I go down on her," Brown said, happily. "Sure, that way we'll be both helping each other out. I'm for it," he added.
"Me too," Mrs. Vancleef piped up. "But what will we do?" she asked turning to the Social Director. "Mr. Brown can't erect."
"Sixty-Nine," Terry said with a wide smile. "A white, naked female and a black, naked male in the position of sixty-nine. That could make anyone bone up."
"Sixty-Nine," Brown murmured the words reverently to himself. Many pleasurable memories flooded back at the sound of those figures. "Yeah, sounds great." His nostrils quivered in anticipation of smelling the old white woman's ass. Odor had always played a big role in the kind of stimuli that excited him.
Even Vancleef took to the idea. Formerly, the visual of a young boy with his wife had always turned him on enough to cause an erection. But the sight of his wife in the position of Sixty-Nine with a black man might do the trick, too.
"Yes," he said nodding. "That could possibly do it. I've always enjoyed watching that particular position between my wife and a boy. Perhaps it will work with a black man."
"Sure it will," Terry said, enthusiastically. Since her sexual liberation, the Sixty-Nine had provided her with more enjoyment than any other position.
Despite his great experience as a lover of white women, Brown required instructions.
None of his partners had ever requested the twin-sucking position and black women were more inclined to a quick penetration.
It was up to Terry. "Get on your back," she instructed the black man.
Brown did as ordered. Reclining on the couch, he spread his legs and looked at the supine state of his penis. "It doesn't feel like it will ever get hard again," he said, mournfully.
Terry didn't pay any attention to him. Turning to Mrs. Vancleef, she guided her into the female part of the position.
"Straddle Brown," she told the old woman. "And face the direction of his cock. This is supposed to be a mutual sucking type of action."
"I'm getting the better part of it," Mrs. Vancleef observed as she mounted the reclining black man. "Mr. Brown is in a position to tongue my ass as well as cunt. And to be quite honest, I'm easily aroused in either hole."
Her husband said, "I'd like to see some tongue action in my wife's ass-hole. That could turn me on, too."
"Here I come," the old woman piped up as she climbed aboard the couch and straddled the black man's fuzzy head. Then she lowered her body down as she supported herself on her knees and elbows. Her wrinkled but attractive face was aimed in the direction of the man's genitals. As she dropped her body down, the cheeks of her still firm ass hovered no more than a fraction of an inch away from the black man's face. Her own face hovered over the still soft penis.
At first, Brown hesitated. In his masturbatory fantasies, he had always been able to see himself sniffing a white, female ass and getting excited. But this was reality. The buttocks were threatening to engulf his face. Momentarily he was confused.
He slipped both hands around each cheek and gazed into the crack of ass. The cleavage between the globes of flesh was pronounced and he could glimpse into the inner valley of ass. Wiry rectal hairs peeked through the cleavage and tickled his broad nostrils. Excitement, like an electric shock, leaped through his body. Suddenly, all of his fears and doubts vanished.
Gripping each cheek and prying them as far apart as possible, he stuck out his tongue and shoved it between the cheeks and as deep inside the hole as possible. Odors assailed his nostrils, but they were exciting smells. He shoved his tongue in even deeper.
"OhhhhAhh," Mrs. Vancleef moaned as she felt the black man's hot, wriggly tongue working its way boldly into the crack of her ass.
Taking hold of the limp dick, she held it straight up and went down on the meat. The warmth of the tissues flooded through her mouth and she gathered up enough courage to start nibbling on the long, black sausage of soft penile meat. With her free hand, she kept fondling the black nuts and every now and then, she'd reach under and goose his ass-hole.
Watching his wife Sixty-Nine with the black man heated up Vancleef. With all of his prejudices momentarily forgotten, he found excitement in the contrast of his wife's white face up against a long, black shaft of prick.
There was even more excitement in watching his wife's white cheeks of ass hovering less than inches away from the black man's face. And the way Brown's purple tongue kept darting out at the woman's ass-hole created heat waves which spread into Vancleefs genitals. Slowly, his penis began to rise. "Good for you," exclaimed Terry. To facilitate the erection of the old man's peter, the Social Director dropped to her knees and hungrily engulfed Vancleefs cock. "Tastes yummy," she told him. As she sucked, she pulled on the appendage to hasten its elongation.
"Yes," Vancleef moaned with a barely audible voice. "Oh yes. That's it. Suck me. Eat my prick. Make sure my wife is watching you."
On the couch, Brown pulled his face out of Mrs. Vancleef's buttocks and immediately attacked her vaginal valley. The pink lips were widely distended and the soft, juicy meat spread over his lips as he stuck his tongue deep into the pit that was normally reserved for prick. The woman spread wide and pushed back to make certain the black man's oral instrument made the fullest penetration possible.
On the floor in front of the couch, Terry began to achieve a partial success. For the first time in many years, Vancleef's dick began to erect by direct female manipulation.
"Ready," he managed to whisper to Terry in a hoarse, lust-choked voice. "Ready to fuck. Better do it ... now. Hurry," he pleaded. "Hurry!" There was an urgency in his voice, an almost desperation. Having achieved a certain rigidity, he didn't want to wait too long and loose the bone. All he required now was the co-operation of his wife's cunt.
At the moment, however, his wife's cunt was fully occupied by the black man's tongue. Brown had no intention of vacating the area until he managed to get a full erection on. Realizing that Vancleef wanted to screw his wife, Brown burrowed his tongue even deeper into the vaginal tunnel and sucked with every ounce of his strength.
Naturally the distraught man turned to the Social Director for guidance. "Help me," he cried out. "If I don't fuck my wife now, I'll lose it."
Leaping to her feet, the divorcee, said, "You're going to screw now and make no mistake about it. Come with me!" she ordered in a firm tone of voice.
Taking Vancleef by the hand, she led him over to the pair of sixty-niners.
"Wait a minute," she said and turned her attention to the cunt-sucking Brown.
"This is for your own good," she told him, and pulled his face out of Mrs. Vancleef's juiced-up box. "Suck her ass, goddammit," she ordered. "You weren't supposed to blow the woman. That's Vancleef's job. You have to eat her after he has his orgasm and not before," she reminded him. Seizing his face with an iron grip, she directed the tongue towards the lady's spread-wide ass-hole.
"Suck it," she shouted. "Deep inside with the tongue."
The black man did as ordered. Turning to Vancleef, Terry pointed to the vacated cunt of his wife.
"Put it in," she directed. "There's plenty of room if you go about it right."
To make certain that her client did as directed, she took hold of the still-stiff pole and guided the cockhead into the sucked-out cunt country.
To Vancleef, she said, "Fuck it. Fuck your wife's box, and don't stop until you've shot yourself."
Standing in back of his wife, Vancleef shoved his cock into her pussy and started to pump. The visual stimulus provided by the black man's tongue up his wife's ass-hole helped him keep his bone. Indeed, the thin penile shaft grew stronger with each pump of his body.
At the front end, the old woman suddenly realized that the black tool getting longer and stiffer. One moment the meat felt soft inside of her mouth, the next instant the tissues grew firmer, stronger, and more threatening.
Drops of gism spit through the eye, and the woman was given notice that the black man beneath her was capable of achieving an orgasm in her mouth. This bit of knowledge didn't deter her at all. To the contrary, she increased the tempo of the suck as she massaged and pulled at the pair of black nuts.
Mrs. Vancleef triggered off the three-way-blow. First, her vaginal muscles fluttered wildly and then flung out the cuntal effluent. Although she wanted to scream out in ecstasy, she didn't. She was determined to blow the black man, to feel a load of black juice in her mouth. This goal was achieved only moment's after her own climax.
Brown pulled his tongue out of her spasming, saliva-coated ass-hole and yelled, "I'm blowing up!"
He literally did blow out a loadful into the white woman's mouth. At that moment, her screams ceased since she was too busy swallowing the seminal discharge.
The sight of his wife swallowing the black man's cock goo was all that Vancleef required in the way of stimuli. Immediately, his own nuts reacted and his cock was spitting out a load even more copious than the much younger black man.
"All's well that ends well," Terry said as she started to dress.
She had achieved her goal. The negro had discovered his own potency without the need of eating a white cunt after it had been fucked. Vancleef had discovered a keener awareness of his own sexuality. And Mrs. Vancleef had achieved the ambition of a lifetime. She had blown a black man's cock.
When the three lovers disengaged and turned to thank Terry, the Social Director had already left the room.
"She's the greatest," Brown declared with feeling.
"We'd all be lost without her," the elderly couple agree.
But back in her apartment, Terry told her son, "I'm quitting that goddamned job. I feel too ... too sinful ... "