Chapter 2

Bev and Connie had been chit-chatting about various things when Bev heard the unmistakable sound of Jack's car in the driveway. She got up from the sofa, looked out the front window, and saw Jack's car. "Oh! Here he is."

"Who?" Connie asked.

"Jack. He said that he'd stop by for a few minutes. I hope that you don't mind."

"Of course not." Connie stepped to the window, saw a tall black man getting out of his car, and said, "My goodness! He's absolutely gorgeous!"

Jack looked and saw the two lovely women standing at the window, waving at him. There figures were magnificent, as indicated by the soft light shimmering in the background, casting them in silhouette. The brunette had already proven to be a terrific fuck, the blonde promised the same.

Bev turned to Connie and smiled. She knew that her friend was aroused at the sight of Jack. But then, what woman wouldn't be? After all, he stood over six-four, and had the physique of an Olympic Decathlon champion.

His skin was a deep dark bronze-not black. His eyes were a piercing brown and his nose was distinctive. His shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow. His body obviously possessed a washboard stomach and well-defined sinewy muscles all over.

His forehead was high and his jawline was angular. He even had a cleft on his chin. He didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He did, in fact, look like a living breathing love machine. A black Adonis. A dark-skinned Hercules.

Overall, he exuded a sense of intelligence, sophistication, and confidence. He dressed with impeccable taste, and walked with a regal stride. One immediately got the impression that he was a man's man.

Suddenly, Connie found it hard to breathe. Her breath came in tiny little gasps. She was very turned on by the sight of this man. Her nether regions began to tingle.

Bev ran to the door and met him just as he rang the doorbell.

"Hello, Jack."

"Hello doll," he said as he embraced her. He commenced to French kiss her deeply.

Connie, had never seen a black man embrace, nor kiss, a white woman from a close distanced It was mildly shocking, but also highly erotic. She couldn't comprehend what type of emotions Bev was feeling at that very moment. Did Jack produce a taboo thrill when he probed her dainty mouth with his lengthy tongue? Did his manly scent generate an electric jolt in her womanly senses? Was there a slight amount of moisture between her thighs? These were things that Connie had no way of knowing, for she had never had a black boyfriend.

Bev broke the kiss and said, "Jack, I want you to meet Connie." She pointed in her friend's direction.

He turned, smiled, and said, "Hi Connie. I'm glad to meet you."

His attractive smile nearly melted her heart right there on the spot. Never before had she seen such perfect teeth on a man. "Hi.. hi, Jack," she stuttered like an embarrassed schoolgirl. She didn't believe in love at first sight, but he certainly possessed the physical attributes that made her forget she was married.

"You're that teacher's wife, aren't you?" he asked. "Who?" she said, forgetting completely about Herschel.

"You're married to that teacher who lives across the street?" he asked again, knowing full well the emotional impact that he was having on her.

"Yes. Why yes. I am," she stuttered.

Jack looked her over and developed an instant erection. She was everything that a man could possibly want in a woman. She had an innocent face, expressive eyes, and long legs. Her breasts were large, her waist was thin and tapered, and her hips were firm and shapely. Her tits were clearly discernible beneath her pullover and the nipples had hardened into pert little nubbins. They were poking their heads against the cloth. If she weren't wearing a bra he would have been able to see her aureoles.

Jack had a very hard time looking at her eyes, because her body was so magnificent and appealing. To put it mildly, she looked "Finger lickin' good."

His dick had a mind of its own. It wanted to slide into her cunt right then and there. Pre-ejaculatory cum was rising in his balls, wanting to be released. But, that would have to wait. Preliminary social pleasantries were required before a man got down to the real business of life. Bullshit was a necessity in every endeavor.

In the meantime, Connie tried to make a comparison between Jack and some black celebrities. She thought he looked a little like Sidney Poitier, but in reality he was much more handsome. Taller, more muscular, having much more manly features. And his eyes were a knockout. They were a deep dark brown, flecked with gold, which reminded her of jasper.

Jack was engaged in other thoughts. Beneath that white pullover sweater of hers he knew were the nicest pair of white jugs in the city. The only mystery was how large were the nipples. Were they as big as nickels, the size of quarters, or the size of half-dollars? He hoped that they were the latter for his lips yearned to suck on them.

Knowing what was on Jack's mind, Bev asked, "So, how about a few drinks?"

"That sounds great," he replied.

"I'll get the wine, while Connie gets the wine glasses from the China cabinet."

Connie stood transfixed for a moment, gazing at Jack. She thought she had been asked to do something, but wasn't quite sure. She was only aware of the extraordinarily handsome man standing before her.

Jack cleared his throat and said, "I think that Bev addressed you."

"Oh! I'm sorry. What did you want, Bev."

"Could you get the wine glasses from the China cabinet?"

"Sure. Sure." She walked over to the cabinet, looked for a few seconds, and said, "I don't see them."

"They're in the bottom drawer," Bev replied.

Connie bent down, causing the material of her jeans to stretch tightly across her buttocks. Bev nudged Jack in the ribs. This was the view she had been hoping for. She wanted Jack to take a good look at Connie's outstretched ass.

He turned and looked. From the smile on his face there was no doubt that he considered the blonde bombshell to be imminently fuckable. Connie had that rare type of ass that men dream about. Firm, rounded, and womanly. It belonged generally to tall women, and primarily to blondes. Connie had it, Bev admired it, and Jack wanted it. If everything went according to plan, he would have it in only a matter of hours.

Meanwhile, his erection hardened from a rock-hard staff to a steel rod. Wow! He wanted to stick it in that babe. He would need to watch himself, otherwise he would attempt to press matters, and in so doing, screw up the evening.

Bev kissed him on the cheek and reached down to pat his crotch with her hand. If an erection were present it was a sure sign that Connie met Jack's expectations of a fuckable female. Bev had learned how to gage fuckability from watching porno movies with Jack. They would sit and view a couple of flicks together, and she would pet his dick every time a new "actress" appeared on the screen. The firmer his dick, the higher rating that actress received on their fuckability chart. Connie would have definitely rated a "10" for the hard-on she induced. Jack's penis felt as if it were made of granite. Of course, Connie's firm ass would give a hard-on to a eunuch.

Connie retrieved the wine glasses and stood-up, totally unaware of what had transpired behind her. She walked back to the coffee table as innocent as a lamb.

The three sat down and began chit-chatting over wine about the weather and other worthless bullshit. Jack kept his eyes riveted on Connie's crotch most of the time. He kept wondering if she were a natural blonde. He would soon know the answer to that.

A dozen glasses of fine wine passed down their gullets and into their tummies until all of them were slightly smashed. When Bev was certain that her friend was tipsy, she changed the topic of conversation. "If Connie seems a little down in the dumps it's because she and her hubby have just had another fight."

"Oh Bev!" said Connie with a slight hint of intoxication. "There's no need to bother Jack with my petty problems."

He replied, "I would hardly call marital difficulties petty. Couples have been known to kill each other over seemingly trivial matters. It's always better to talk over problems with friends."

Connie looked at Bev with mild contempt for bringing up the subject, and at Jack with a marked appreciation for his concern. She said in a near whisper, "I'm fed up with my husband's dismal take home salary as a geographer."

Jack looked at her with surprise. "I thought that a Ph.D. guaranteed good money?"

"Well, he has a Ph.D., but that doesn't mean diddly squat unless you have a tenured faculty position. Unfortunately, there are so few tenured positions in geography that Einstein wouldn't stand a chance of finding meaningful employment. And in this small town, neither do I."

"Poor baby," said Bev consolingly. She leaned over, draped her arm over her friend's shoulder, and gave a comforting hug.

Connie sniffed a few times before continuing. "I mean, look at Bev's house. She has all new furniture and a redecorated interior. New carpeting, new drapes, new everything. On the other hand, Herschel can't even afford to have our fuck carpet cleaned. I'm fed up with the low wages and dismal lifestyle of academia."

Jack scratched his head and asked, "What exactly does a geographer do? I don't think I've ever seen an ad for one in the classifieds."

Connie replied, "Don't ask me. I've been trying to figure out the answer to that question for ten years. Although the names of the state capitals seems to be of extreme importance."

"Poor, poor baby," said Bev. She looked over at Jack and winked.

He realized that this was his cue to move in on the other side of Connie and start to seduce her. "What else did you argue about?" he asked as he snuggled closer.

Connie sniffled a few times and said, "You don't really want to know."

"Yes I do, baby," he said with feigned empathy. "Come on and tell me. I want to help you any way that I can."

Bev picked up the cue. "You argued about your dismal sex life, didn't you, Connie."

"Bev! Hush! I don't want to make my personal life public knowledge."

"I apologize," Bev replied. "I was only trying to help." She turned to Jack and said, "By the way, Connie will be spending the night with us."

"Oh!" he said with a smile. "I didn't know that you had an extra bedroom?"

"I don't," she said with a wink. "She can sleep in our room."

"Oh!" he responded with understanding. He reached across Connie's shoulder and lightly grazed his fingertips against the outswelling of her breast. It was very important to make initial physical contact, if for no other reason than to test a woman's reaction. When Connie didn't jump, move away, or scream, he knew that the stage was set for the next phase of the seduction. He winked at Bev and she winked back.

Connie had heard the phrase "in our room", but didn't understand the underlying significance. She was feeling too good from all the wine she had drunk to be bothered with words anyway. And the hand massaging her breast also felt good. "Ahhh," she sighed.

Bev turned to Jack and said, "I think she's horny."

"Bev!" Connie exclaimed, momentarily waking from her slightly drunken stupor. "I am not horny. I was merely releasing a sigh."

"Hey!" Jack said. "There's nothing to worry about. I get horny all the time, but unlike a lot of white folks I always do something about it." He placed a hand on her upper thigh and started to gently rub his palm up and down-just hard enough to create an erotic sensation. "I've learned that it doesn't pay to lead a repressive life. Repression of sexual feelings only leads to sexual frustration. I think that it's about time that you learned to open up to new experiences too, Connie."

She seemed confused by what Jack was talking about and very confused by the sensual actions of his palm on her inner thigh. Also, there was the matter of his fingers on her breast.

"Look, relax," he consoled. "There's nothing wrong with admitting that you have a strong sexual appetite. A lot of women do-including Bev."

Connie seemed uncomfortable with discussing such and intimate topic with a stranger. Talking over private matters with Bev was one thing, but with Jack was an entirely new ballgame.

But he seemed to be a decent man. It was obvious that he liked her. She could tell by his eyes, and by his touch. He was feeling her breast with extreme tenderness, gently stroking it. And his other hand-oh my! It was doing delicious things between her thighs. Surely she could trust a man with such adept fingers.

"When was the last time you and your husband made love?" he asked.

"It's been about two months, maybe three," she confessed.

"Three months!" he said while giving a tender squeeze to her titty. "That's incredible! A beautiful body like yours should be serviced at least three times a day." He lightly tickled her breast.

She laughed, leaning her body more snugly against his palm. "No way. Even if I wanted it that often, Herschel could never get it up three times in twenty-four hours. He has a hard time getting it up twice a month."

Bev hugged her. "Poor baby. I had no idea that your pussy was being neglected." She reached down and cupped it with her palm.

Connie was mildly shocked by the use of that term in public and at the sensation of having someone other than herself probing at her privates. Nevertheless she allowed Bev to continue massaging the very sensitive region between her thighs.

"Does that feel better, baby?" Bev asked.

"Yes, of course," Connie sighed as she opened her thighs a little wider. She wished that she were naked so she could more fully experience the thrill taking place around her vaginal lips.

Jack said, "There's a proverb which states: A husband who knows how to use his dick keeps his wife happy."

Bev smiled and said, "I've heard that before. Is it Chinese?"

"I don't know. I think it's from the United States Navy."

Connie giggled. "I guess it's true, because my husband doesn't know how to use his dick and as a result I'm the unhappiest woman in the neighborhood."

"Poor baby," Jack replied. "It sounds to me like you're married to a monster."

"Not really," Connie laughed. "I'm married to a minnow."

"Poor, poor, baby," Bev consoled as she continued to pet Connie's pussy through the denim material of the jeans. Connie simply looked down and watched the hand slowly move up and down. After several moments, the hand was joined by Jack's. She wished that she hadn't drunk so much wine. It would be nice to know how her pleasure center was reacting.

Jack whispered in her ear, "Welcome to a new world of experience. I think that you'll find it absolutely delightful."

The wine was now flowing through her body with full force. She was finding it increasingly difficult to control her physical reaction to the probing hands. She simply gave in and spread her thighs as wide apart as her tight-fitting jeans would permit. She had to admit that she was in Seventh Heaven, and when she heard her jeans being unzipped, she knew that things were only going to get better.

Bev leaned against and whispered in her other ear, "Why don't we go into the bathroom and undress?"

"Why do we want to undress in the bathroom?" Connie asked with a smile on her face.

"Jack loves cleanliness, so I thought that we should take a shower first."

"Together?" asked Connie while undulating her pelvis against the prying hand.

"Why not?" Bev said. "It conserves water."

"Well, I guess that explains why you're an environmentalist," Connie snicker.

"Come on, Connie," Bev said. "Let's go to the bathroom. We want to be ready for Jack."

As she got up from the couch, Connie asked. "Oh! Is he staying?"

Bev paused and looked her friend in the eyes. "Only if you want him to, Connie."

Connie was feeling absolutely wonderful. Her body felt like a firecracker. Although, she had a hunch that something sinister was going to take place, she couldn't bring herself to leave. No way! Bev was her best friend. Nothing really bad would transpire. "Of course, I want Jack to stay," she said.

"Oh good!" Bev exclaimed with a joyous smile. "I knew you weren't a party pooper." She hugged her tall blonde companion and walked with her to the bathroom. At the door she turned around, winked at Jack, and said, "We'll be a while. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?"

"I'll be waiting," he said.

Once inside the luxurious bathroom, Bev started to remove her blouse. For a petite woman, she had one terrific body. As it came into view Connie admired the small, but perfectly proportioned breasts and the narrow waist. The nipples weren't much larger than a quarter, but they were exquisite looking. Un-like Connie's, they were coffee-colored and weren't as uptilted.

"You're very pretty," Connie said.

"Thank you." Bev replied. As she started to remove her skirt she asked, "Aren't you going to get undressed?"

Connie had been so busy looking at her friend's luscious body that she had forgotten about undressing herself. Without hesitation she removed her pullover. She attempted to remove her bra, but couldn't reach the fastener. "I'm having some difficulty. Could you help me, Bev?"

Her friend was very willing to provide assistance. She was clad in only a pair of nylon panties, but stepped behind Connie to unhook the garment. However, instead of releasing it and letting it drop to the floor, she reached from behind and felt Connie's breasts. She had wanted to do this for a very long time. Connie had such beautiful tits that it was nearly impossible to restrain oneself from touching them.

"Ummm," Bev moaned. "I can see why you wear a bra. You've got such heavy breasts."

At first Connie wanted to protest when she saw the small hands come from behind and weigh her tits, but as they cupped her swollen mounds, she decided to remain silent. Besides, the hands felt very good, especially as they began to tweak the nipples.

Connie turned around and faced Bev. She looked down and said in a near whisper, "If I didn't know-better, I'd swear that you were trying to get me into bed."

"But darling, why would I want to do that? We already have a man out there in the bedroom to take care of our needs." Bev smiled and allowed her hands to slip to the front of Connie's jeans. With a deft move, she unzipped the trousers and pulled them down.

Connie should have protested, but didn't. What would happen, would happen. She quickly kicked them off her legs.

Now the two women were clad in only their skimpy panties. They stood facing each other, each wondering what would happen next. Since Bev was a full head shorter than her friend, she was staring directly at Connie's nipples. And ironically, they seemed to be staring right back at her. She couldn't believe how beautiful they were. They stood out proudly from their breasts and were a sweet strawberry color. They seemed extremely suckable and she yearned to nurse on them. But she decided to finish undressing. After all, there would be plenty of playing around after the shower.

Bev looked up into Connie's eyes. Through some shared sense of feminine intuition, they realized that the time had come. They smiled at each other and removed their last remaining vestiges of clothing.

When the panties were cast aside, Connie looked between Bev's legs and was surprised to see that her friend had a very bushy pussy. Bev saw where Connie was looking and said, "I know. I have a hairy twat. Every man says the same thing. It's not news to me." Bev looked between Connie's legs and said, "I like yours much better. It doesn't have hardly any hair at all."

Connie blushed at the compliment. She stepped into the shower first and let the spray splash against her pretty titties. She loved the fell of the water dancing against her breast flesh and making her nipples stiffen. She liked the feel of the little rivulets trailing down her tits to the tips of her nipples and falling in droplets to the floor.

Bev looked at Connie's naked body. Un-like many large women, Connie didn't resemble an amazon. Although her breasts and hips were large, she maintained a firm, incurving stomach. It was delightful to look at. Sort of like a work of art. Bev imagined it being filled with a long hard cock.

She almost orgasmed from the thought. She wished that she had her dildo handy so she could strap it on and give Connie a thrill. Oh well, later her girlfriend would experience a lot of new thrills. There was no sense in overdoing it.

Bev stepped into the shower stall right behind Connie. She looked at her friend's back and noticed how graceful the lines were from the nape of the neck to the bottom of the buttocks. Where some women might have a little sag towards the left or the right, Connie was perfectly symmetrical along the entire length of her torso. Even her spinal column was erotic.

Bev also loved the fact that Connie had no love handles on her waist. In fact, she was devoid of any excess fat. The only place with a slight abundance of fat, was where a women most desired it-on her tits.

Bev grabbed the soap bar from the tray and began rubbing the lather onto Connie's shoulders and upper arms.

"Ahhh!" said Connie. "That feels so good."

Bev moved the bar to the small of the back and asked, "How does it feel here?"

"Ahhh!" moaned Connie. "That feels good too."

Bev moved the bar to the shapely pink buttocks and began lathering them with a generous amount of soap. She playfully squeezed each globe. "How do you like it when I lather here?" she asked.

"Ahhh! That feels good too."

Bev scrubbed a little lower, spreading the buttocks and the gently pressing the bar between the cheeks.

Connie turned around to face Bev. The blonde looked into the brunette's eyes. The brunette knew that the time had come. She lifted her lips to Connie's. The two women kissed each other deeply and passionately. Their tongues intertwined.

Connie had never been kissed by another woman before. The sensation was completely new to her.

It felt like a man, but more gentle. She reached behind Bev and drew her close. She allowed her hands to roam freely over the smaller woman's buttocks. They were tight and shapely like her own. She was glad of that. She disliked fat asses.

As the two women explored each others body, Bev reached down between them and ran the bar of soap up and down Connie's inner thighs.

Connie giggled, because she knew what was coming next. But Bev didn't rush things. She allowed her friend the pleasure of feeling the expert hands tease and tantalize the larger woman's genitals. Each time Bev's hand grazed Connie's pubic hair, Connie would gasp pleasurably.

At long last, Bev moved the bar upward and placed it in Connie's vaginal opening. It didn't take her very long to find it, because it was wide open from all the foreplay and stimulation.

Bev liked the way Connie's cunt felt. Un-like some women, it remained a compact little slit when aroused. Many girls had gapping monsters after ten years of marriage, largely because the men pummeled them so frequently. Connie's pretty pussy indicated something about the sexual inadequacy of Herschel's equipment.

Bev gently worked the bar into Connie's cunt. It felt so soft-very much like a kitten. Many times, pubic hair was wiry, but Connie's was like fur. Bev wondered what it tasted like. No doubt she would find out.

Connie was having a hard time standing up. Her breathing became difficult and her breasts started to rise and fall spasmodically. She was definitely turned on, and becoming more so with each passing moment.

Bev wrapped her lips around the taller woman's pink nipple. She never thought that sucking another woman's titty would be so delightful. Of course, Connie had perfect tits, so that probably made a difference. And she had very large nipples. Perfect for sucking.

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!" Bev mumbled as she lapped away. In between making pleasant sounds of satisfaction, she swirled her tongue around the large aureola. She lifted her head and asked, "How do you feel, darling?"

"I feel ... feel ... wonderful. But I worry about falling."

"Don't worry," Bev consoled. "Just relax and lean back against the wall. Your friend Bev will take care of everything."

Connie did as she was told, and soon the bar of soap was replaced by Bev's fingers.

Bev stopped sucking the nipple and moved her tongue down the length of Connie's body. From the bottom of the beautiful breasts, across the flat plain of the abdomen, to the belly button, down to the pubic hair.

When the face was even with the pelvis, she opened her eyes and looked directly at Connie's pussy. She had never seen such a lovely piece of anatomy on a woman. There wasn't a woman alive who had a lovelier one. If hers was as pretty, she would spend all day lying in bed looking at it with a hand-held mirror.

Connie's pussy was so beautiful that it could have catapulted her into stardom in porno films. Perhaps one day it would be on the cover of an x-rated video tape. Maybe all stuffed with black cock!

Bev stared directly at the swollen blonde pussy. It had a fascination for her. She moved her face closer and sniffed the inner aroma.

Ahhh! It smelled of lilacs.

Within seconds, Bev lowered her mouth to the nether lips. At first, she merely gave a few gentle kisses. But soon, she allowed her tongue to probe into the depths.

Connie tasted delicious! Her cunt had a spring-like flavor as if fed by mountain streams. Bev began lapping at the pussy like a hungry junkyard dog.

For her part, Connie had always wanted Herschel to perform cunnilingus, but as always, he was too much of a chicken shit. "Ohhh!" she moaned whenever Bev flicked the clitoris. That fucking wimp husband of hers never took any risks-never! What a miserable sex life she had. Well, from now on things would be different.

With that thought in mind, she reached both hands between her thighs and opened her pussylips wide. She wanted to assist Bev any way that she could.

When Bev saw this brazen act, she looked up and smiled. Within seconds, she was avidly back at work, licking wildly, trying to taste as much of Connie as humanly possible.

Connie slid down the back of the shower stall until she sat her lovely ass on the rim of the tub. Bev pulled Connie's legs over her shoulder so she could more comfortably get at the blonde pussy. With the firm thighs spread wide, the luscious cunt was fully exposed for visual inspection and lingual tasting.

Bev pulled the lips apart and looked closely at the pink cavern. It was as pretty as a picture. She knew that Jack would go completely bonkers when he saw it. And from all indications, Connie appeared to have a very tight twat. Jack would go absolutely nuts when he put his dick in it.

Bev thought that it was remarkable that Connie had so little hair between her legs. Her friend was almost bald, so she asked, "Do you shave or something? The only hair you have on your pussy is a soft blonde down."

Connie could only sigh in response. She was partly in a dream-like trance and partly in a blissful dream.

Bev stuck her tongue in a little further and wiggled it back and forth in the moist realm. Eating pussy reminded her of eating a warm oyster. They were both moist on the inside, they had a similar texture, and they were infamous aphrodisiacs. Not many men could remain without an erection while eating beautiful pussy.

Except for Herschel, of course.

Bev had always wanted to perform cunnilingus on another female, but the opportunity had never before presented itself. She found it to be an exhilarating experience, proving that it truly was better to give than to receive.

She would have stayed there licking until dawn, but her tongue was getting sore. Besides, Jack was probably waiting. He would want his crack at the lovely blonde snatch as well.

Bev gave one final flick with her tongue, kissed the pussy a final time, and stood up. "Come on, honey," she said. "It's time that you and I went to meet our man."

"Thank goodness!" Connie sighed. "I'm about ready to explode."

"Save the energy. You're going to need all you can muster for what we have in store for you."

Connie smiled broadly. "Ohhh! I can't wait."

"Good," Bev said as she lightly cupped her friend's ass. "Step this way to the bedroom, you gorgeous girl."

Connie grabbed a robe from the rack, tied the sash, and stepped out of the bathroom. Bev followed immediately behind, salaciously watching Connie's beautiful ass undulate beneath the velour material.

Ah yes! She couldn't wait to spread those lovely thighs again and bury her face in that lovely muff. Mmmmm! Maybe next time it would taste of sperm!