Chapter 5
Suddenly, Connie creamed.
She had released her first orgasm in years, and it was all because of the size of Jack's organ and the sight of him plunging away at her vaginal nest.
Bev saw Connie's pussy pout outward and realized that her friend had just cum. She knew that Jack would increase the length and the thrust of his strokes. That was his style. Connie would be in for the surprise of her life when she experienced the staying power of a well-hung black stud. By the time that he finished with her she would never again consider making love with a needle-dick. From now on, only studs would have the use of her tight little vagina.
Bev should know. She now lived by that philosophy. She realized that her pussy may not have the same luscious quality of Connie's, but it certainly deserved the same prime black meat.
Just as Bev had predicted, Jack started to move his penis more determinedly back and forth. She watched it and sighed, "Ahhhh! That's such a lovely sight, isn't it? Black in white; white around black."
"Yea," Jack replied. "Just think, one hundred years ago I would get killed for doing this to a white woman."
"Ummmm, ahhhh!" Connie moaned. "And to think what my grandmother missed."
"You guys are too idealistic," Bev replied. "They would kill you today in some sections of this country for doing this."
"Well, ummmm, ahhhh, I don't care what narrow-minded bigots think. Ummmm, ahhhh, it's the best sex I've ever had."
"We should quote you on that and run ads in the New York Times," Bev said. "I could just see what they would read: 'Connie Williams says that black cock is best; try it and see'. "
"Ummmm! Ahhhh!" Connie moaned. "If you need my signature, hand me a pen."
They all laughed and Jack plunged just a little harder, making Connie's titties shake. "By the way, did you have a lovely grandmother?" he asked.
"Ummmm, yes. I have a picture of her in the family album. She had corn silk hair, an upturned nose, and a fair, pale complexion. And from what I can gather, she was very shapely when she was younger. Although it's hard to determine with the long dresses she wore."
"I bet that she had a pretty pussy like yours," said Jack. "They tend to run in families."
"Oh!" replied Connie. "And I suppose you've investigated these things yourself?"
"That's for you to find out, lady." He gave another couple of hefty plunges and asked, "Do you think she ever did a darkie like her granddaughter's doing right now?"
"Ummmm! Ahhhh! To tell you the truth, I don't think so. On the other hand, if she had met you I'm sure that she would have been tempted."
Bev added, "If she would have seen his penis, I know she would have been tempted."
"And this lovely blonde here would be a few shades darker than she presently is," Jack teased.
Bev leaned over, kissed Connie on the lips, and asked, "Are you about ready to cum again, darling?"
"Ummmm, ahhhh! I feel like I'm in an extreme state of arousal. Ummmm, ahhhh! I feel like I haven't stopped cumming since I first saw Jack's penis."
"I think she's telling the truth," he replied. "My dick feels like it's sloshing through a warm cozy bayou on a rainy day."
Bev pointed to her friend's breasts and said, "I've noticed that your nipples have been hard ever since we came out of the bathroom."
"What do you expect," Connie said. "After what you did to me in there, your nipples would be in a constant state of erection as well."
Bev laughed. "I think that the only one around here with an erection is Jack."
He gave a couple more hefty shoves and asked, "Just what did you two nasty girls do to each other in the bathroom?"
Bev got up on her knees and stuck her tongue in Jack's ear. She pointed down at Connie and said in mock seriousness, "This nasty girl allowed me to stick my tongue in her snatch."
"Ummmm, ahhhh," Connie moaned.
"You mean this lovely blonde, whose beautiful cunt is presently filled with my dick?"
"Yes," Bev replied. "And do you know what else we did?" Again she flicked her tongue into Jack's ear and swirled it beneath his earlobe.
Before he answered, he placed his hands behind Connie's kneecaps and pushed her knees to her ample breasts. "What else did my little kittens do?"
"I turned her around and licked her doggy-style."
He laughed. "And did you do her doggy-style?"
"Silly boy," Bev giggled. "I don't have a nice long schlong like yours, otherwise I would have."
"Ummmm, ahhhh!" moaned Connie in apparent agreement.
"After she proves to me that she loves the missionary position, we'll have to try doggy-style," he said
Bev again flicked her tongue in his ear. While doing so, she reached down and felt his scrotum. Testes fascinated her. She couldn't figure out how they managed to ejaculate semen. What physical laws were involved? Did Newton calculate the dynamics of ejaculation? If he had thought of gravity while beating off instead of sitting under an apple tree would physics and mathematics be entirely different?
She smiled. The thought of her high school chemistry teacher dropping his pants to demonstrate basic natural laws amused her. But then, beating off and fucking were the most natural laws in the universe. Too bad Sir Isaac couldn't have been more sexually oriented.
As she fondled the scrotum she asked, "Do you think that you have enough joy juice in that spermary of yours to satisfy my wants as well?"
He turned his face to hers and kissed her fully on the lips. "You know I do. God may not have given blacks many jobs, but he certainly gave us the best fucking equipment on the planet."
"That's the truth," she replied.
Connie opened her eyes from a blissful trance to see Jack and Bev tonguing each other with wild abandon. She couldn't get over the incongruity of being screwed by a man, while he kissed another woman. She guessed that this is what the children of the Sixties meant when they said they were having "An experience to blow your mind."
Well, there was no doubt that het mind was certainly being blown, but it was primarily because her pussy was being so well serviced. One orgasm was stretching into another, and yet another, and so on. Time and again, she would find herself releasing another load of moist feminine secretion onto his cock. She had long since stopped screaming her release. If she had kept it up, she would become hoarse.
While Jack pounded his black organ into Connie's gaping hole, Bev crawled around between their legs so that she could get at their genitals. She paused and watched as the thick black pole slid in and out of the completely stuffed blonde pussy.
There was something innately wonderful about watching an interracial screw. It was as if all racial problems could be resolved by this simple act of putting a penis of one race into a vagina of another. Black in white; white in black; black in yellow; yellow in white; it didn't matter. It was the underlying thought that counted.
It would be wonderful if the world could resolve it problems like this, rather than by war. Yes, the President of Nigeria could fuck Margaret Thatcher, or, the Premier of China could ball Nancy Reagan. The possibilities were limitless. However, finding someone who would want to sleep with the Ayatollah Khomeni might be very difficult.
As Bev watched the deliciously wicked scene of sexual intercourse, she saw that Connie's pussy seemed to have a mind of its own. It attempted to hold on to the black battering ram on the out-stroke, while opening wide in supplication on the in-stroke.
Bev crawled forward on her hands and knees, placing her nose within inches of Jack's balls. When she was close enough, she inhaled.
"Ahhhh!"
She found the fragrance of black men especially invigorating-almost as if they possessed a natural aphrodisiac aroma. She wanted to get some of his scent on her, so she stuck out her tongue in an attempt to lick his bag. However, he was moving in and out of Connie with such gusto that the balls smacked against her forehead.
She giggled at their immense size. They were as large as billiard balls and weighed as much as a pair of walnuts! Such weapons could be harmful. Momentarily she worried about being bruised. But that would be impossible. Testicles would never harm a girl.
Bev was constantly wanting to know how much sperm Jack's nuts actually contained. One night she tried to collect as much as much as she could by squatting over an empty coffee can after each act of intercourse. But, as luck would have it, she wore out before he did and gave up on the idea.
If Jack hadn't been preoccupied by screwing Connie, Bev would have held the dangling objects in her palm and weighed them. But she had been warned to never play with a man's testicles when he was balling. It was considered the ultimate invasion of a man's privacy, because the surprise touch might cause him to lose his erection. And then, of course, the touchee had two angry people with whom to contend.
It was best to leave working balls alone, so Bev climbed out from behind Jack's ass and returned to the side of the large bed.
Connie saw her friend come out from between her legs. What in the Sam Hill had she been up to down there? Probably licking her lover's balls. Damn that Bev! She wanted to do that later!
Connie realized that Jack had some world-class fucking equipment. Later in the evening, she would have to bend down as Bev had done, and inspect it closely herself. It would be nice to sit and admire a real man's cock and balls, instead of Herschel's toothpick and pair of peas.
Connie felt an orgasm approaching. She arched her body and drew her shapely legs up the outside of Jack's muscular torso. "Ummm! Yumm!" she moaned, while watching herself in the mirror.
This position allowed even more of him to plunge into her. The huge dick was able to slide in a little more deeply. She drew her knees up further and felt and additional inch of Moby Dick.
"Ahhh!" she moaned. "I had no idea what I'd been missing." Her kneecaps were now beneath his armpits.
Bev laughed and asked, "Are you sure you want to go back to that hubby of yours?"
"As far as I'm concerned, Herschel can pound his pudd for the rest of his life. My pussy is now a free agent."
Jack began plunging very forcefully. He was building up his tempo. His fucking was becoming faster and faster. The head of his penis was now pushing against Connie's cervix with increasing frequency.
All the while she was moaning, "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Occasionally she would look down and see the organ moving in and out of her. It was moving so rapidly that it appeared to be a blur. She momentarily worried that her pussy might catch fire from the intensified rubbing. She remembered her lessons about friction. That's how the Boy Scouts made fire in the woods.
Bev watched as Connie received the final stages of her first black fuck. She knew that Jack was close to cumming because he had closed his eyes and was concentrating. She had watched him many times and knew what to expect. She looked at his scrotum and noted that the balls had drawn themselves upward. No doubt they were getting ready to send a healthy spurt of sperm into her freind's vagina.
Bev couldn't wait to see the expression on Connie's face when Jack finally unloaded. After all, she remembered her first time. Wow! Did she ever! She never realized that a man could manufacture so much semen. She must have had twelve tablespoons in her nest. It was a good thing that she had an IUD, otherwise she would have had a litter of little brown babies crawling around on the floor. There was no doubt that Jack was a fertile bull.
Meanwhile, Connie could feel a tremendous orgasm building in the core of her cunt.
"Ungh! Ungh!"
With every plunge, her vagina sent out a signal of impending release. "Ungh! Ungh!"
She had to spread her thighs further apart, but they were already stretched to the furthest extent. "Ungh! Ungh!"
She wanted this to go on forever. "Ungh! Ungh!"
She would never allow a little penis in her cunt ever...."Ungh! Ungh!". . .again!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" She could feel the orgasm starting to take control of her entire body.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
From her pussy to her titties to her nipples. "Ahhhhhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Her entire body felt as if it had become one large, tight cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ungh!"
She was building towards a release, the-likes of which she had never known. "Ungh! Ahhh!" Bigger! Better! More fulfilling! "Ungh! Ahhh!"
She wanted to have her pussy permanently welded to Jack's dick. "Ungh! Ahhh!"
If she died at that very moment, she would have passed away a happy woman. She had indeed experienced the Fuck of Her Life.
"Ungh! Ahhh!"
like a volcano, her pussy began to boil with the lava of sexual secretions.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Her fluids were released.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! So were his.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" they both screamed in mutual orgasmic release.
Connie was sated. She now knew that sex could be a heavenly experience. Incredibly, she couldn't bring herself to lower her legs. Her thighs seemed to be locked in an open position. Oh well! That problem was all right with her. After all, she expected to be fucked a few more times before dawn broke.
Meanwhile, Jack asked, "Whew! My back muscles need a rest. How about climbing on top?"
Connie smiled, "I thought that you had springs in your lower back. I've never been fucked by someone as expert as you."
"Even we experts get a bit winded," he replied.
Bev kissed him on the cheek and added, "Even the fastest runner in the world needs a rest after an Olympic race."
Connie climbed atop him, and spread her lovely thighs on either side of his. However, before she aimed his huge dick at her very core, Bev placed a large towel under her dripping cunt to absorb all the semen.
Connie watched as her brunette friend lovingly patted her blonde pussy dry. She thought that Bev was a truly wonderful person. First, she loaned out her well-hung boyfriend. Now, she wiped his cum out of her hole.
What a true-blue friend!
Meanwhile, Connie stroked Jack's penis. As she held it in her hand she pretended to talk to it. "Say, haven't we met before? You look very familiar."
Bev smiled and said to Jack, "Now I know you've fucked the brains out of her. She's talking to your dick."
"It's all right if she talks to it," he replied. "It's friendly. She only needs to worry if it starts to talk back."
Connie pushed her pelvis forward and put the crown of the dark shiny spear at her pink vaginal entrance. "Now you be a good penis and fill me up again. Just like you did before."
With the fingers of one hand she spread the lips of her cunt, and with the other, she held the base of Jack's cock. She moaned as she sensed the initial contact. She groaned as she felt the first quarter inch of penetration. She swooned as she felt the crown slip past her inner lips.
She opened her eyes and looked down into Jack's. As she slid her body down the length of his black saber, her blue eyes focused on his brown. She said with a sigh, "I'm glad that I met you, Jack. I think that we're going to be friends for a long time."
He replied, "And I'm glad to know you, Connie. If I can ever be of service, just call. That's what Bev does."
"And Jack is the best serviceman around," Bev added. "He always delivers-rain or shine." Everyone laughed.
When Connie's pubis reached the base of Jack's dick, she allowed her blonde hairs surrounding her pussy to nestle in the kinky hairs surrounding his balls. She leaned forward a little so that he could palm her beautiful breasts and play with her nipples.
He reached up and squeezed a few times, loving the feel of her warm firm flesh against his palm. He asked, "Lean down a little lower, Connie. I want to suck while I fuck."
She smiled and complied. It was nice to be thoroughly serviced.
Meanwhile, Bev reached forward and fondled the left breast before directing it into Jack's mouth. "They're real beauties, aren't they, Jack?" she asked.
"Mmmmmph!" was all that he was able to reply. He had heard her question, but really didn't want to respond. Of course they were real beauties! They were the most perfect tits he had seen on any woman anywhere. Although Bev had nice tits, they were nothing like these.
Meanwhile, Bev became reflective. "I used to wish that I had breasts like that when I was a teenager. But if I did, I'd probably topple over because I'm so small."
Connie turned to her friend and smiled. "I like your titties just the way they are."
"Good," said Bev. "Would you like to lick them while Jack's licking yours? After all, I need some attention too."
Bev had wedged one of her legs under Jack's head, and stretched the other parallel to his torso.
"I'd be delighted," Connie replied.
As she sucked on Bev's breasts, Connie looked down at Jack's body and was fascinated by his physique. His pectorals were as hard as steel plates. His stomach was a washboard of horizontal seams. The muscles of his arms and legs were powerful, sinewy, stretches of cord-like fiber.
Covering his chest were numerous little tufts of kinky hair. As she raised and lowered herself onto his most important muscle, she brushed her palm against the tufts. She was surprised at how soft they felt. She wondered how many white women realized that.
Occasionally, she allowed her fingers to play with his nipples. She enjoyed that. She also liked to run her hands over various muscles on his torso. She also enjoyed that. Never, however, did she miss a beat with her pretty pelvis. Her hands might wander elsewhere, but her mind always concentrated on the part of Jack buried twelve inches deep in her tight little pussy.
Ahhhhh!
As she pushed her pelvis back and forth along the length of the mighty black cock, she thought of the magnificence of this particular penis. Long and hard-capable of satisfying a woman's most urgent needs for her private places. An erect penis surely proved that there was a God and that He liked sex.
With that thought in mind, she slid her pussy up and down with more fervor. She smiled, delighting in the feel of the veins sliding along her vaginal wall. Ahhhh! Divine construction. Anatomical perfection. The sole purpose of life. Ahhhh!
She released Bev's nipple and started calculating aloud, "Let's see, if I fuck three hours a day, that would be twenty-one hours per week. And then ... ahhhh ... twenty-one times fifty-two weeks in a year. That's ... ahhhh ... nearly eleven hundred hours per year."
"That's my kind of woman," Jack interrupted. "A woman who loves to fuck while she's doing arithmetic. Where were you when I took high school algebra?"
Everyone laughed.
"It's weird, isn't it?" Bev asked. "Back in high school we girls learned to keep our legs together, our knees locked, and our pussies out of sight. Yet, the greatest joy I've had in life has been sharing my pussy. Isn't that the way with you, Connie?"
Connie had some difficulty answering because she was on the verge of yet another orgasm. "Ungh! Ahhh! Ungh!" was all that she managed to say.
Jack loved the way that white women flushed as they approached "The Big O." Their cheeks, their necks, even their breasts, all heightened in color. And Connie flushed a lot more than Bev.
Momentarily, Jack looked over and saw Bev masturbating. She was languidly rubbing her fingers over her clitoris, gently stroking the little fellow.
Sometimes Jack wished that he had two penises to take care of all the pussy at his disposal. After all, it wasn't fair to leave pretty little Bev alone by herself. Alas, he would get to her right after he finished with Connie.
He could feel the jism rising from the root of his dick. His penis had at long last sent a signal to his brain that it needed some sperm from his balls. Total satisfaction was never achieved until he released gobs of his essence into a waiting womb. He was glad to see that Connie, like Bev, didn't insist on coitus interruptus right before ejaculation. That would spoil so much of the fun.