Chapter 7
"Ladies, ladies, ladies," Chaka says, seated between them in the back of his limo. "What have you managed to get yourselves into, to find yourselves on the street in that part of town?
"Have you any idea how dangerous that might have been?"
"We're just on vacation and out to have a good time," Cynthia replies. "Nigger fucking," he says.
The two women stare straight ahead.
"Oh, it's quite all right, I assure you.
"After all, how else can us po' po' black mins be gittin' us a tayss ob white poon, which is, as y'all knows, de dream ob all us heavy-hung niggahs?"
Cynthia smiles faintly.
"Then you do resent it."
"No, no," he chuckles. "Just kidding.
"Actually, mutual usage can be mutually amusing, mutually ... satisfying."
"Can be," Cynthia agrees.
Which gets a laugh from him.
"I take it that Rex was not satisfying," he prompts.
"Rex was not ... mutual," Cynthia replies.
He laughs again.
"That's my man Rex, all right!
"The original one-way street.
"All for him and him for none.
"Don't feel offended, although I can certainly see why you might.
"He's that way with everyone."
"Are you defending him, then?"
"I am explaining him.
"Rex is a force of nature.
"Like mold or rot or infection."
"Then you hate him?"
"Does a man hate dog shit because he steps in it? "He may despise the vile stuff, the way it smells and feels and soils his shoes.
"But hate?
"How can one hate a natural phenomenon?
"One does not hate it; one merely ... finds a way to deal with it.
"How did you meet up with him, anyway?"
"We, uh, made the acquaintance of a lawyer."
"Now, that can only be one man, based on the connection-Leroy Washington."
"I'm impressed," Cynthia says, looking at him. "You are a very astute guesset."
Chaka shrugs.
"I can't take all that much credit, ah-"
"Cynthia. And this is Helen."
"Pleased.
"As I say, I can't make any extravagant claims to Holmes-like powers of deduction.
"Leroy is my lawyer as well, you see."
"What a coincidence."
"No, not a coincidence.
"We did not have a choice as to which counsel we could retain to look after our ... affairs."
"How's that?"
"Suffice it to say, ladies, that there is one above us all."
"How positively metaphysical!" Chaka smiles.
"No, but it is precisely to delay our contact with the realm of the metaphysical that we do as he ... suggests.
US
"And it is enough to know that he exists.
"It is not prudent to pursue this line of conversation further, ladies.'"
"Where are we headed, Chaka?"
"I've a home on Long Island.
"I should like you to be my guests.
"And to redeem whatever misimpressions you may have gotten concerning the virility and character of the tribe.
"That is, if you've no objections or other plans."
"Well, we-" Helen begins.
And is cut off by Cynthia, who says, "We'll give the tribe one last chance."
"Good for tribe, great for chief," Chaka says.
And they join his laughter.
Which is interrupted by a buzzing of a phone which, Cynthia notices, is part of the limo's bar, facing Chaka.
"Excuse me," he says, picking up the receiver.
"Yes?"
And they dimly see the chauffeur, another black man, unlike Leroy's man Charlie, talking into a phone of his own.
"Tell Phil to have factory one make the distribution and close up shop ... No, nothing. I will see Ray when he brings the money and I will have a new location for him at that time.
"Oh, and get me Leroy after that."
He replaces the receiver.
"Now then, where were we? "Oh, yes. The honor of the tribe. "I assure you, ladies, you will have no cause for complaint."
"You're the real black superstud, right?" Cynthia challenges. He chuckles.
"You will find nothing lacking in my performance, I hope; however, you will find me amply lieutenanted in the endeavor.
"You see, unlike ... certain people I could name, first of all, I do not flatter myself that I am a superstar, in or out of the sack.
"Secondly, I do not treat my subordinates like furniture.
"We are all parts of a hierarchy and it is not necessary to stress relative positions through, shall we say, imperious affectations."
"You seem quite well spoken," Cynthia says.
"By the standards of your average spade, I suppose that's true," he concedes. "However, there is something about an Ivy League college education that penetrates even the most obtuse of coconut heads."
"I see," Cynthia replies. "Then you went to school for all ... this."
And she spreads her hands vaguely.
"In a manner of speaking, that's true," he says. "Certainly, the principles were succinctly set forth there-marketing, economics, sociology, even his tory played their part in what I hope will prove to be a most successful venture."
"Will? You mean it isn't?"
"Oh, nothing of the kind.
"We are progressing nicely.
"Right on schedule, you might say.
"But, as someone once said, call no man happy until you can ascertain the nature of his final hour."
"And what is true of happiness is certainly true . of business ventures.
"Ours is such a risky thing, you know.
"I must operate through what are, by necessity, windows of vulnerability.
"And it is only by controlling-"
The phone rings and flashes again.
"Leroy? ... You will no doubt be surprised at who I am entertaining as my guests at this very moment, even as we speak....
"Yes. Certainly."
And he hands the phone to Cynthia.
"Hello, Leroy ... Oh, yes, your point was indeed well taken ... No, no. It wasn't so much a case of giving us away as of throwing us away; however, Chaka has more or less assured us of the skill of he and his merry band in massaging our bruised egos ... Oh, not at all. And we do appreciate your concern ... Oh, no. I'm sure that Chaka has more than ample facilities to see to it that we get back to Atlantic City in something resembling comfort."
And Chaka smiles and nods, confirming that this is the case.
"Yes, me too ... Of course, Helen as well....
"Looking forward to it ... You too. Here's Chaka now."
And she hands Chaka the phone.
"Leroy? Not for nothing, man, but he had a line halfway down the block ... I know, Leroy, I know! Tell me about it!
"Hell, no, I didn't stick around.
"Well, just long enough to see what the holdup was-this time.
"Glad I did, too!"
And he helps himself to a handful of Cynthia's thigh. "You kidding?
"I had a man with two suitcases on his way to Philadelphia, just to pick up the replacement stock for-never mind.
"Look, Leroy, if Big Jeff would just listen to me, we could "I see. And not before then, I suppose.
"And of course, there's no other way.
"No, no. No problem.
"I'll take care of it, Leroy....
"Of course I'm not.
"But then, my personal happiness is hardly the issue here, is it? "Yeah, ha ha.
"O-kay, Leroy. "Yeah, me too. "Ciao."
Chaka hangs up.
And sits there, motionless, lost in thought for a moment.
Then, "On to fun and games, ladies!"
"Early twentieth century, ladies.
"After the great mansions, before Levittown.
"Spaciousness without grandeur, wealth without opulence, substance without style.
"A precursor of our own times.
"An early harbinger of an era lacking great houses of great men.
"Still, one does what one can.
"And the porch, at least, is stone.
"Marble, unfortunately, has been limited to the foyer.
"But, I'm sure you'll find it more than adequate."
"We're not here for the architecture," Cynthia reminds him.
"Of course you're not," he agrees.
And waves at the guard who waves him through the gate.
The house is of brick, with white, wooden porch columns, windows, and doors.
And he is correct.
It has size and space and little else.
It could have been a building on an old, established college campus, containing either classrooms or administration.
Once inside, however, it is clearly a house, if not a home.
Five men greet him in the foyer. "Factory one close okay?"
"Just got the call.
"Ray'll be here with the money at eight, like always."
"Good, good, good. "Little treat for us, guys."
"So we see!"
"And, uh, you boys are going to be earning your keep, later on.
"But, pleasure before business, this time, anyway.
"Ladies, the master bedroom is the second door on your left, top of the stairs."
"Give us a few minutes, then let the games begin," Cynthia says.
Side by side, they lie there in the oversized bed. And they have not long to wait. Because now Chaka and his five cohorts enter the room.
Naked, their long, thick cocks swinging, already beginning to rise, they advance.
Chaka's only condition is that he will be in the trio that services Cynthia.
And now, they, who wanted black flesh, black cock, black sex, are about to be fulfilled to overwhelming surfeit.
Because there is black muscle, vibrant and in motion, everywhere they turn.
The men have not practiced, of course.
What would have been the occasion for that?
But there are instincts and desires at work here, on the part of the men, on the part of the women.
And there is no restraint, no holding back.
To desire is to act.
So that Chaka quickly raises and spreads Cynthia's thighs.
And wallows in her bush, mouth open, head moving from side to side.
As his tongue seeks and finds her clit and begins to roll it around and around.
So that, encouraged by this, one of the men on Helen imitates him.
So that, as the other two from each "team" sit or lie on the on the bed, watching the action, both women are being tongue-fucked.
But not for long.
Because now, inspired by the scene, one of the men on Chaka's "team" straddles Cynthia's body and leans, forward.
So that his lazy hard-on is squarely in Cynthia's face.
And she opens her mouth.
And it is not so much that she sucks his cock as that he fucks her in the mouth, which she has merely to allow to slacken.
And again, a man from "Team Two" does the same to Helen.
And now, Chaka lies down beside Cynthia, wiping his mouth.
And the man who straddles her body dismounts.
So that Cynthia is able to squat over Chaka's massive erection and lower herself onto it.
And lie down on the delighted Chaka, her cunt impaled on his cock.
And she rotates her hips, literally screwing herself with his pole.
As the man she was blowing gets on his knees at the head of the bed, facing her.
So that she is able to open her mouth and allow him to resume his fucking of her/it.
As Helen and company follow suit.
And now, the third man of Chaka's trio spreads the cheeks of her ass, observing the insertion of Chaka's cock, the action of his pole as he fucks her, or rather, she screws herself with it in a steady, round and round movement.
But not for long.
Because the third man know exactly what he wants.
First with his mouth.
Which seals its lips to her large, puffy, round anal star.
Which sucks the asshole inside itself, chewing it gently, rimming her.
Whose tongue probes the center of the star.
Which alternately permits its entry and closes up against it, as the long, thick, vibrant cock in her cunt changes position in its steady, ardent circulation.
And now, it is a finger that he inserts, a bit at a time, as fluctuating space permits.
And he is nothing if not persistent.
Managing a finger, all the way.
And now, another, lubricating them with his saliva.
Until she is sufficiently slackened that,, but for the cock which so amply fills her interior space and puts pressure on her rectum, he could actually stick his cock into her ass hole.
And, in order to make this possible, he stops the rotating, belled flare of her hips with both hands.
And she, sensing what he intends, stops on her own.
And raises her hips up, up, up. So that now, Chaka's cock is almost all the way out of her, only the massive bulb of his knob remaining within.
And the man behind polishes his knob with a gob of saliva.
And buttons it into her ass hole.
And does not hesitate, but shoves it quickly, all the way, into her, keeping the cheeks of her ass spread between thumb and fingers of one hand.
Satisfied that he is securely within her rectum, she settles back down on Chaka's cock.
And, all the while, the man before her is fucking her face.
So that she is the center of a three-way fuck. As, once more, she resumes the rotation of her hips.
So that the cocks inside ass hole and cunt slide over one another, separated only by her interior tissues.
As, next to them, the Helen team also goes into the triple insertion mode..
So that they are fucking in stereo.
And Cynthia thinks, black cock and black cock and black cock, in her and in her and in her.
So that she can feel its vibrant power in her mouth, against lips and tongue.
So that she can feel the dark life, the urgency of it in her cunt, its surface in contact with her cunt lips, her clit, her vagina.
So that she can feel it, the primal, jungle urge, making itself known in her bowels.
So that she is surrounded and invaded with the black cock for which she hungers.
And it is a hunger driven by all the days, weeks, months, and years in which she has been bored, frustrated.
Oh, there have been good times, even thrilling times.
Some as recently as yesterday, she admits.
But there is much time, much dead space in her life that requires compensation.
Yes, she has much for which to make up to herself.
And this is going a long way toward that end.
And there is power and virility here, without self-importance, without ego.
And there is staying power and determination and a lust that matches her own.
In triplicate.
So that now, she feels that there is no part of her that is not being serviced.
There is no aspect of her physical being that is not being lasciviously, intimately stimulated, just as she had imagined.
Only better.
Because, if it true that all sexual activity can only be appreciated by the mind, it is also true that the body is capable of surprising the mind with the intensity of that which is being appreciated.
So that Cynthia realizes, with a combination of excitement and relief, that she has found what she has been looking for from her nigger fucking.
And it is not so much that it takes three of them to do the job as it is that, in the satisfaction of hunger, gluttony is the surest, most complete guarantee.
And this is not like the gluttony of those who crave inordinate amounts of food.
And who make themselves sick in the satisfaction of their craving.
Rather, this is, literally, an excess of a good thing that, she tells herself, she cannot get too much of.
(Because, unlike the food glutton, she can handle it.
Is handling it.
And craving more, more, more, from each of the three cocks that penetrates her.
And the cocks oblige her.
Because there is strength here, the strength of a primitive joy, a primal joy.
Because, while this is not the only happiness there is, it is certainly the most intense, the clearest, purest example of physical happiness.
So that she and they have established a bodily communication, a sensual, sexual feedback loop.
Which, at first, surges through her in undulating waves of sexual electricity.
But which steadily becomes stronger and stronger.
Until it is a steady thrill of mounting sexual stimulation.
And sexual excitement, the effervescence of the feelings which inundate her making her dizzy, disoriented.
So that now there is no here or there, no up or down.
There is only herself and these three massive, potent, turgid black cocks.
Which continue to do their work, much to her delight.
Which show no sign of tiring or stopping.
Which, on the contrary, go faster and faster, the strokes the power behind them longer, stronger, more and more intense.
So that there is no effort required on her part.
So that all is being done for her.
So that she is being serviced in every sense of the word.
And yet, her body responds, reflexively, all on its own.
So that vaginal muscles, rectal muscles, facial muscles take on a life of their own. And they move!
They move and flex, surround and caress, squeeze and release, in a never-ending sequence of automatic motions whose effect is to make four people happier, more satisfied and more excited than ever.
They seem to know what to do to maximize the pleasure.
As they milk and suck, squeeze and fondle their rampant intruders.
And now, they are sweating, all of them.
And there is an increased glow, a ruddiness, to the even the darkest of the participants.
And the heat over-rides the central airconditioning, forming an envelope of steamy, passionate, sex-charged atmosphere over the eight people on the bed in two knots.
Squirm and writhe, twist and turn.
Become as one in feeling, in sensation, in emotion.
Rise higher and higher up the rainbow of shared pleasure.
Take and give, give and take, with pleasure added in the giving and the taking.
Until the muscles, the glands, the fluids and membranes are supercharged, permeated with the raw, fundamental ecstasy of sexual rapture.
And how, the pressure builds within them, all of them.
And expands within them faster than they can radiate it out beyond themselves.
So that they quiver at the summit of all the pleasure they are capable of containing.
And now, they let go.
And it is a total releasing of all pressure, of all emotion, as they soar upward, exploding with the pleasure beyond pleasure.
Thick, hot jism, extract of black cock injects itself into her three ways.
So that she can taste it and feel it lubricating her insides under high pressure.
Even as the spasms of her multiple orgasms force her rectal and vaginal muscles to milk their welcome guests.
Again and again, spasm after spasm rocks the four of them.
Make that the eight of them as Helen and attendants experience the identical grand finale.
And there is no letup, seemingly, to the series, as they go on and on, draining themselves, exhausting their reserves of fluids and strength.
Until, at last, two heaps of bodies, white female at the center of a pile of black muscle, adorn the bed.
And they remain thus, unmoving, except for their panting as they recover their breath.
And they remain thus, unmoving, recovering, their minds trying to assimilate the impressions, to absorb what has just happened.
And they remain thus, unmoving And the phone rings.
And only with great difficulty does Chaka manage to extract head and arm from under the pile to reach it.
"Yeah ... That figures. The hell he think would happen? He doesn't own the fucking neighbor hood ... That bad, huh? ... Okay.
"Who's on tonight? ... Then it doesn't get any better than this ... You don't do a fucking thing except be ready.
"Ciao, baby."