Chapter 3

If Connie hadn't experienced it, she wouldn't have believed it. She had just participated in a sexual liaison with another woman-and had enjoyed it. Furthermore, she was about to experience adultery and she wasn't the least bit afraid. She had missed participating in the Sexual Revolution. She wasn't about ready to miss participating in Bev's House of Delights.

Connie and Bev walked out of the bathroom together. They were swinging their shapely hips seductively, hoping to impress Jack with their salacious desires. After all, they both knew what was in store for them.

Jack was standing beside the bedroom door, when he turned and watched the two lovely white women saunter towards him. One blonde, one brunette. One voluptuous, one petite. One innocent, one cantankerous.

He already knew what Bev's pussy looked like, but he couldn't wait to get a look at Connie's. And, more importantly, he couldn't wait to find out what it felt like wrapped around his penis, sucking on his manhood.

That naughty thought caused his dick to twitch several times in gleeful anticipation. Although he loved Bev's tight vagina, blonde pussies fascinated him more. Maybe it was because the racial differences were more pronounced.

He didn't know. He didn't care. He simply liked to fuck.

Bev and Connie stood side-by-side. They wore mid-riff bathrobes that left most of their lovely thigh flesh exposed to view. In fact, Connie's pussy was only several inches about the hem.

There was petite little Bev, with her thin, but shapely legs, and tall Connie with her incredibly scintillating legs. He couldn't decide which to fuck first.

He knew from previous experience that Bev had a tight cunt, but Connie's might be just as tight. Physically fit women usually did.

Bev was fun to fuck, whereas Connie looked as if she might take things too seriously. He just hoped that she wasn't one of those dames who just laid there like a beached tuna and let the man do all the work. They were a real drag. Unfortunately, a lot of good-looking women had been sexually ruined by jerks like Herschel. Some of them had even turned into lesbians by the miserable experience.

Jack produced just the opposite reaction. He converted lesbians back into cock-hungry women.

Meanwhile, Bev looked at him yearningly. She couldn't wait for him to expose himself to view so she could see the reaction on Connie's face. She knew that her friend would be surprised by his dimensions because Herschel had such a teeny penis. Bev was privy to this personal information because Connie would frequently lament her hubby's shortcomings. Bev felt sorry for her, so she lent her a vibrator.

Ironically, Connie could induce an erection on any man. When Bev walked with her downtown, she would chuckle as the construction workers watched her friend's firm ass wiggle from side-to-side. Little did Connie know how many boners rose to attention due to her seductive charms.

Well, tonight she would be giving special attention to Jack's boner. She would learn the wonders of that black organ firsthand. She would know the pleasures that Bev had known, and they would magnify those pleasures as a threesome.

Bev and Connie stood side-by-side while Jack guarded the bedroom doorway.

"My dear Sir," said Bev in a feigned English accent, "can't you see that two lovely lasses are trying to retire to the boudoir?"

"I can see," replied Jack in the same tone, "but you can only pass if you pay the price of passage."

"And what is that?" chimed in Connie, getting into the spirit of the game.

Jack smiled mischievously. "First, I must see that you are truly ladies. Please remove your robes."

"But dear Sir," replied Bev in mock seriousness. "We haven't a thing on under out robes."

"You must do as I say, or you will not pass this gate."

Bev stepped behind Connie and gently lifted the robe off of her friend's shoulders. When the magnificent breasts were fully exposed Bev said, "And this, my dear Sir, is Connie. Isn't she pretty?"

Jack rubbed his cock through his own robe. "Yes. She is very pretty. But how can I be sure she is a woman? Silicone can be injected into men to make breasts like that."

Bev stood behind Connie and carefully allowed the robe to drop to the floor. She then pushed her forward by the buttocks. "As you can see, kind Sir, this is a marvelous example of womanhood. Feel the juncture between her thighs with your hand. You will see for yourself that she is very much a woman."

Connie was breathing very rapidly as she watched the black hand reach forward and stroke her mound.

"Spread your legs, Miss," Jack said. "I must make sure.

"Yes Sir," she said with a smile, enjoying this game tremendously. She spread her feet apart and squatted slightly, to give him greater access to her inner recesses.

He slid his finger along her cuntal lips several times and then said to Bev, "Why do you still wear a robe, young lady? Did I not tell you to remove it?"

She stepped out from behind Connie and replied, "Why, yes Sir. How foolish of me." Within seconds she too stood completely nude beside her friend.

Jack said, "You have much smaller breasts than your friend, Miss. Are you aware of that?"

"Yes Sir, but don't you think that they prove that I am a woman?"

"There is only one way to prove that, Miss. Spread your legs in the same manner as your friend. I must dip my finger into your liquids."

Bev did as she was told.

With his left hand probing away at Connie, and his right at Bev, he said, "Yes! Ye are both females.

And quite beautiful ones, at that. Ye may proceed to the yonder room."

"And will ye accompany us, kind Sir?" asked Bev with a teasing laugh.

"I will be with ye shortly, ladies. Please proceed before me."

As Connie stepped to the side of the bed, Bev walked over and turned on the CD player. She selected a long-playing piece of music with an unmistakable sexual beat. During the past year she had purchased hundreds of erotic rhythms. She had found that sensual music added a whole new dimension to love-making. She honestly didn't know how she fucked without it.

Men, she had learned through firsthand experience, enjoyed the erotic selections as well, because they were better able to maintain an established tempo. On one occasion, she had recorded a fucking session with Jack. It didn't turn out like she expected. She learned the hard way that sensual rhythms couldn't be achieved without professional musicians playing instruments. The continuous pounding of mattresses left a lot to be desired, musically.

Connie and Bev got into bed together. They snuggled close. "I'm glad you decided to stay tonight," Bev said without her English maiden accent.

"You're glad!" Connie replied. "I'm positively ecstatic."

Bev placed her hand on Connie's naked thigh, and then drew it upward to her pussy. "And is this piece of anatomy also positively ecstatic?"

Connie looked down and saw the manicured hand lovingly stroking her crotch. She smiled and pressed her pelvis forward. "Yes."

"We're going to have a lot more fun with your pussy before the night is through," Bev teased.

"I hope that's not merely a promise," Connie replied, pushing her pelvis into her friend's palm.

"You can count on it, darling," Bev replied.

Connie slid close enough to feel the shorter woman's body heat. Bev smiled, embraced her, and kissed her on the lips. They turned to each other and rubbed their titties together.

Bev loved the feel of Connie's large firm breasts against her small ones. She giggled and tried to make her nipples touch Connie's.

When Connie saw what her neighbor was attempting to do, she laughed as well. "I had no idea that you and Jack played those type of erotic games."

"You mean that English maiden and squire game ? "

"Yes. It was terrific. I wish that Herschel would do things like that. It makes sex much more fun."

"That's what I like about Jack. He has a very fertile imagination."

Connie giggled. "Is he fertile anywhere else?"

Bev smiled and lowered her hand to Connie's cunt. She extended a finger and deftly worked it into the hole. "Why do you ask? Is this little item between your legs curious?"

"You naughty girl!" Connie exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Just examining your fun chute, darling," Bev replied as she moved her index finger in and out."

As she wiggled her finger around inside of her friend, she remembered as a girl wishing to do this with her older sister. Bonnie resembled Connie in a lot of ways. Same voluptuous body, same heavy breasts, same innocent face. Bev never got a close look at Bonnie's pussy, but there was little doubt that it was a wonder to behold.

Alas, her sister married an Arab sheik. It was rumored that he had a dick as large as a horse. Hmmm! Maybe their was a genetic predilection for big penises in her family. She'd have to ask her mother about her father's organ.

Bev started moving her finger in and out of Connie's pussy like a miniature penis. As a result, Connie started to swoon and grow excited.

Bev leaned forward and whispered in Connie's ear, "They say that you can win a man's heart through his stomach. Well, I say that you can win a woman's heart through her cunt."

"Amen to that!" Connie said breathlessly.

Bev continued to play around in Connie's nest for a while, feeling the moisture, feeling the warmth. Every once in a while, she would remove her hand and rub the clitoris. As expected, it was standing tall and proud and waiting for action. It looked like a little raspberry poking its head out from between Connie's vaginal lips.

Bev had to be cautious and not over-stimulate the little appendage. She didn't want to wear her friend out before the real action began.

"You're gonna find this hard to believe," Connie said, "but your index finger is longer than my husband's penis."

Bev had a look of concern on her face and said, "Oh, you poor darling. Hasn't your pretty pussy ever known the pleasures of a big dick?"

Connie was near tears as she moved her pelvis back and forth in rhythm to Bev's natural explorations. "It's only known a few dicks, but nothing of any real size."

Bev looked at her and smiled. "You don't have to worry anymore. Jack's dick will soon be sliding around in this precious part of you." She kissed her friend on the lips.

Just then, Jack stepped into the bedroom. The first thing that he saw were two naked women playing with each others genitals. Bev's hand on Connie's blonde cunt; Connie's hand on Bev's brunette cunt. They broke their kiss when they saw him.

Bev turned, smiled, and said, "Our pussies are very hungry, Jack. Do you have anything to feed them?"

He stepped to the side of the bed and replied, "I don't know. Do your pussies like this?" He opened his robe and allowed his dick to plop out.

Bev smiled. "Why, that's exactly what we had in mind, isn't it, Connie?"

She was too awestruck to answer. Jack's black appendage was larger than six of Herchel's. In fact, it was as big around as her fist. Talk about a dream come true! And incredibly, it was increasing in length and girth as she looked at it.

Little butterflies felt as if they were fluttering in her ample breasts. Her nipples turned into diamond-tipped peaks. The region between her legs grew moist and little shivers of excitement coursed throughout her body.

She never felt like this when Herschel displayed himself. But then, Herschel wasn't much to look at either. He resembled a cast member from a play about the bubonic plague.

Jack, however, was the apotheosis of every woman's dream. Tall, rugged-looking, handsome, and very dark. The beefcake photos which appeared in contemporary women's magazines couldn't compare to the sight before her eyes. She had never seen a body so magnificent in all of her life. Hard, sinewy, muscles-not all pumped up like some steroid freak, but well-honed through track, field, and endurance sports. Delts, pecs, and quads all symmetrically proportioned. He represented beauty in balance. Perfection personified.

And the penis was everything that Bev had said it would be. Even more!

It appeared to be a living breathing one-eyed animal. Its enormous size and black sheen made it appear much more menacing than her husband's. But then, it was difficult to make a three-inch toothpick resemble a battering ram. If Jack's organ had been carved upon a statue, the sculpture would fall over from the weight. No fig leaf could cover it.

Bev turned to her friend while pointing to the penis and said, "I think Jack's peter likes you."

Connie had a hard time controlling her emotion. From the first second that she saw it, her pussy started to itch. She could barely contain herself once she realized that this handsome man's body would soon be atop hers, and his penis would be sliding into, and pummeling away, at her nether regions.

She almost creamed right there on the spot from anticipation and excitement.

To have a penis the size of Jack's not actively engaged in sexual intercourse twenty-four hours per day was positively unnatural. A woman had a moral obligation to take care of twelve-inch distended male organs.

Connie's mental energy was concentrated on that thick appendage. In fact, she was almost in a hypnotic trance as she studied the finer details of the head, the neck, and the shaft itself

"Are you listening, Connie?" Jack asked with a smile.

"Oh ... uh ... sure." She paused and asked, "What did you say?"

Bev giggled and replied, "I think she's calculating how many inches of your dick will fit in her tiny snatch before she loses consciousness from sheer unadulterated pleasure. Am I right, Connie?"

"Hardly," she replied. "I was simply admiring Jack's beautiful body, that's all."

"Oh ha!" Bev laughed. "I saw you. You were examining his twelve-inch dick. You looked like a teen-aged girl with a crush on the teacher. Come on, admit it."

She didn't need to pretend anymore. The true direction of her gaze had been detected. But instead of it bothering her, she shrugged it off. So what if her attention was cast at the largest penis that she had ever seen, on the only naked black male that she had ever seen? Her preoccupation with his organ was understandable given her circumstances and its dimensions.

Jack wasn't surprised by her shocked reaction. He had to go through this all the time. Every female admired the size of his organ. He could tell by the way their eyes lit up when he unzipped, or, by the way their breathing stopped when he exposed himself.

Sex researchers always said that women weren't interested in large penises. Bullshit! He knew better. Not only were they interested, they were downright fanatical over them. Once a woman discovered the glories of having a big dick in her vagina, she wouldn't accept substitutes.-likewise, once a woman discovered the pleasure of oral sex, she couldn't do without it.

Having a big dick did have its disadvantages, however. For example, Jack had to be extra cautious when slipping it into a hungry vagina. Many white women were so eager for interracial sex, that they overlooked the dangers of his enormous size. They had been so used to the tiny penises of their husbands, that they were unaware of tight fits and the associated pain.

It was for this reason why Jack always carried a tube of K-Y Jelly. No matter where he went: to the beach; to a play; to a party-he always had a tube within easy reach. So many women wanted to be serviced on the spot, that a gentleman had no choice but to oblige. Later, of course, they were always thankful for the thoughtful consideration. They might walk bow-legged for a week, but at least their vaginas were left in one piece.

Another problem associated with a large dick and huge testicles was the amount of sperm released after ejaculation. Most men and women could clean up their sexual secretions with a handkerchief. However, handkerchiefs were usually sopping wet after Jack wiped himself dry. Paper towels didn't work either. One time, he went through a whole roll of Bounty. He finally discovered that washcloths worked best. He always carried a couple in his coat pocket.

While Connie remained in a stupefied silence admiring Jack's long black dick, he looked carefully at her body. She didn't have a blemish nor a beauty mark on her flesh. Her skin was devoid of any imperfections whatsoever. Smooth, creamy, and white--she was a walking vision of loveliness.

Her arms were covered with only the fairest blonde hair, and her legs were as smooth as velvet. She didn't even have any wrinkles at the elbows!

Jack's dick stood straight and proud, twitching appreciatively, filling with blood, turning into an iron rod of flesh. It had a mind of its own. It wanted to get between those luscious thighs and fuck the daylights out of her.

The longer Connie looked at the appendage, the more fascinated she became. The slit in the head seemed to be winking at her. The head itself was larger than her husband's entire penis. She was suddenly angry at Herschel for being so poorly equipped. She was angry at herself for never before taking the initiative to commit adultery. If she had, she might have found hundreds of organs the size of the one in front of her nose.

She giggled at her thought, realizing that would be an unreal expectation. Dicks larger than Jack's didn't grow on trees. If they did, every woman would plant a forest in her backyard.

The closer she looked at the penis, the shinier it appeared. She licked her pink lips several times with the tip of her tongue, thinking of the things that she'd like to do with that pleasure shaft. She was curious to see if she could get it into her mouth. Secondly, she was anxious to taste it. She had never licked a black man's cock before. It would be interesting to see if they tasted differently. Third, she wanted to stick her tongue down the peehole. She used to love to do that with her dates back in high school. She was curious to see if she was still a tongue expert.

She had never seen so many veins on a penis before. She tried to remember her anatomy lessons. Did a black man have more veins on his dick? No, no way. That would be impossible. The large number could probably be attributed to the enormous size of this particular organ.

Connie giggled again. She wondered how many different vaginas this black appendage had burrowed into. Tens? Hundreds? Thousands? Wow! She was going to be fucked by a master!

She didn't worry about catching any infections.

She knew that Bev was one of the most fastidiously clean women around. Bev would never allow a dick to burrow into her womb without it being squeaky clean. After all, a woman had to be very careful these days about stray dicks.

The penis twitched in tempo with the beat of the music. Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa!

Suddenly Connie's breasts started to throb as well. Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa!

And her vagina. Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa!

There was very little doubt that her hormones were at an intense sexually aroused level. If needed, she would screw a bullfrog for relief. Luckily for her, she didn't have to rely on amphibians.

Bev turned to her and asked, "Are you ready for the fuck of your life, Connie?"

"I think so."

Bev turned to Jack and asked, "And are you ready to give Connie the fuck of her life?"

He replied, "Does this hard-on resemble a limp noodle?"

"That's the biggest noodle I've ever seen," Bev said.

Connie giggled and added, "That's also the hardest noodle I've ever seen."