Chapter 7
Bev got Up from the mattress and said, "C'mon Connie! We've got to wash those babies away with a thorough douche."
"Ummmm," Connie sighed while swinging her legs over the side of the bed to arise. On the way to the bathroom she asked, "You know, it feels like a fire hose was squirted into me."
Bev laughed. "I think that I said the same thing after the first time with Jack."
"What is he? Part bull or something?"
"He feels like it, doesn't he."
"I swear, my cunt is so sore that I can barely stand on my feet."
"Just walk bow-legged and you'll make it."
They hurried into the bathroom to clean up, walking with their hands cupped over their sweet little pussies. They didn't want to spill any sperm to drip onto the floor, and they certainly didn't want to explain any tell-tale semen spots to their friends.
Connie stepped over and squatted over the bidet to douche. She directed the spigot into her snatch and asked, "When did you have this contraption installed?"
"The bidet?"
"Yes. I didn't know you could afford one."
"I couldn't, but I decided to go ahead and splurge on some new bathroom fixtures. I'll show you some of the other items I purchased in a little while. Anyway, I had always wanted a bidet, but never really had a need for one. But Jack filled me up with so much sperm that I had to have some new plumbing installed just to feel clean."
As the little stream of water started washing out Connie's pussy, she said, "I know what you mean. I don't think Herschel has put this much semen into me during our ten years of marriage. I feel drenched."
Bev turned to her and smiled. "Sometimes I think that Jack is part sperm whale. I get as much as a teacupful at a time out." She watched Connie pick up a douche and move it in and out of her snatch.
"Mmmmmm!" Connie moaned. "This douche is not as good as Jack's penis, but it'll suffice.
Suddenly, Bev felt very aroused. She wished that she had a cock like Jack's so that she could ram it into Connie's cunnie at that very moment. But alas, she only had a pussy between her thighs.
Connie looked up at her with a gleam in her eye. "Here. Why don't you sit on my lap so I can wash you out?"
Bev did as she was told. However, instead of turning to the side and bending to sit, she walked directly forward, spread her thighs on either side of Connie's, and then sat.
"Ummm," Connie moaned. "I'll have to have one of these contraptions installed in my house."
"There's no need for that. We can share this one like we're doing now. Having a companion makes a douche that much more fun."
They giggled at how ribald they had become. Although, they realized that they would have to watch their language when they were out in public. The Free Speech Movement, like the Sexual Revolution, were things of the past. This was the age of Pastel Patriotism and Moral Hypocrisy.
With Bev sitting on Connie's thighs and facing her blonde friend, her small breasts could be easily sucked. So naturally, Connie flicked out her tongue and gave a few lashings to each puckered nipple.
Connie never realized that another woman could taste so good. To think, she had been living right across the street from sexy little Bev all these years and had never partaken of her delights. Hell! They could have been doing this to each other all those years. Thank goodness they discovered each others pleasure before they aged into old hags.
While Connie sucked, Bev asked, "Let me do your douching, darling. I want to share your intimacies."
Connie allowed her friend to take over between her widespread thighs. It felt strange having another woman handle a douche, but it was also a warm feeling of closeness. She lifted her lips from the nipple, and brought them to Bev's lips.
They kissed deeply and passionately for a moment before Bev said, "Here's a hand-held spigot. Why don't you douche me while I'm doing you?"
Connie immediately took the item from her friend's hand and positioned it between her legs. She pulled the trigger and pointed the stream of water at the widespread vaginal lips."
"Ohhh! Easy does it!" Bev cautioned. "Not so much pressure, darling. You're not washing the driveway."
"I'm sorry," Connie apologized.
"That's all right, darling. It also took me a few tries to get the knack of it."
Just then, Jack walked into the bathroom. He saw the two women sitting on the bidet, douching each other while kissing each other. He smiled. These were the horniest women he had run across in all his years of fucking, sucking, and swapping.
"Are you girls getting yourselves ready for another round?" he asked incredulously.
Connie looked over Bev's shoulder and said, "Don't you know we girls need our privacy? This is a restricted area."
"You mean segregated?" he asked with a feigned scowl.
She laughed. "Yes. You could say that. Now out! Out! Out! We girls have personal business to take care of."
Bev turned her head and said, "Yes, our pussies need some special attention. This is no place for a man."
"You've got to be kidding. When beautiful pussy-is around, any location is a place for a man."
Incredibly, neither girl quit playing with the others genitals the whole time Jack stood there.
He looked at them and teased, "Sorry to inform you of this, but segregation was officially outlawed in this country in the 1960's. You'll just have to allow me to stay."
Bev stuck out her tongue and licked Connie's nose. She said in a husky whisper, "He's right, darling. Segregation was outlawed."
"Not in private bathrooms, it wasn't," Connie replied. "I'm hereby enforcing it."
Bev turned to Jack and said, "I think that she needs to be punished for her segregation stance, don't you?"
"That's a good idea," he replied. "Finish with your douching, young woman."
Bev could see that another game was in the works. She didn't want to miss any part of it. She removed her hand from Connie's cunt and stood up.
For her part, Connie was sad to have the female ministrations end. She was really getting into the little sexual liaison with Bev. Oh well, she could come over the next day and they could spend the whole afternoon playing with each others pussies. After all, it was hard to keep a woman away once she'd experienced the joys of bisexuality.
Connie stood and feigned concern. "Oh! Please, mister. What are you going to do to me?"
"Both of you. Step over to the edge of the sink and stand next to each other."
They did as they were told.
"Turn around and face the mirror," he commanded
"Oh my!" Connie said, continuing with her mock concern. "What do you want me to do, kind sir."
"I want you to bend over the sink, dear lady."
"like this?" she asked as she leaned over and thrust her ass back.
"A little more forward," he commanded.
In this position, her sparsely covered pussy was fully exposed from the rear. Jack reached down with his hand and ran his palm over it. "And you too, young lady," he said to Bev.
She also mocked concern. "But kind sir, what have I done?" she said with a playful pout.
"You're the friend and accomplice of this lovely lass. Now bend over and display thy ass."
"Ha!" said Bev. "What kind of justice is that?"
"Better justice than most blacks received in this country for three hundred years," he said with a note of seriousness.
The females leaned far over the sink. Their asses were thrust far back, while their titties dangled over the shiny faucet. Occasionally their nipples grazed the cold, hard metal, keeping them firm.
In the meantime, Jack had grown hard again. The sight of two beautiful asses thrust in his direction caused him to salivate with desire. He didn't know which one to screw first.
Each girl was secretly wishing to be the first. There was something especially thrilling about having one's nude ass displayed for punishment. When she was little, Connie loved to get spanked by her father. Raising her skirt and bending over her daddy's knees was a joy because she knew that he would whack her with his large hand. And occasionally, he would soothe the hurt by petting her nude ass. She just wished that her father had been more of a disciplinarian. She really enjoyed being spanked.
Bev grew up in a single parent household and didn't have a father available to dole out punishment. It was her mother who did the spanking. Unfortunately, her hands were always cold and wrinkled so they weren't as welcome on her posterior.
Jack decided that Connie should be fucked first. He took his black saber and placed it between her thighs. He gently pushed it forward until it found her slit. Because she was already moist, and she was standing in an easily accessible position, he had no trouble worming his way in.
"This is your punishment, young lady, for trying to promote segregation."
"Oh please, sir. Be gentle with me," she said teasingly.
"Gentle, ha! You deserve the full force of punishment."
She moaned several times as he thrust in and out with intense vigor. She couldn't believe that she enjoyed this fuck as much as the first. She suddenly realized that penis size did make a tremendous difference.
Much to Connie's consternation, Jack suddenly withdrew his organ. She smiled and said, "Sir! I don't believe that I've been punished enough."
"Fear not! I shall return to you in time," he replied. He stepped behind Bev and said, "Now, it's your turn, accomplice. Bend over and spread those lovely thighs."
She giggled and did as she was told.
"Do you agree that you deserve the same punishment as your blonde friend?" he asked.
"Oh, I do! I do! I don't think you should delay a second longer. Punish me with thy rod."
"I shall oblige thee, ma'am," he replied.
Bev looked in the mirror and watched in fascination as the huge black pillar sought entry into her most private spot. Between her legs was an organ the size of her forearm. She aided its forward progress by wiggling her shapely ass back and forth and reaching between her thighs to guide it. Within seconds, the dick found her sacred entrance and wormed its way inward and upward.
"Ummmm!" she moaned.
No matter how many times Bev got fucked by Jack, she was always amazed at his tremendous size. There was no way that she could take all of his organ into her tiny orifice. There was always three or four inches left out of her squeeze box. She suspected that in the three months that they'd made love, her hipbones had been displaced outward by several inches. After all, her body was so tiny in comparison to most women.
Bev giggled when he bumped the roof of her vagina with his prick. For some reason she especially liked that thrill. It was like her pussy saying to her, "Enough already! I'm stuffed!"
As he began to hammer away, she remembered how sex used to be: dull; monotonous; boring. All of her former lovers had been too small, too quick to ejaculate, and were never able to hold back for more than a few minutes. She was always left unfulfilled and angry.
But Jack and his magic organ changed all of that. The first time she saw his dick, she knew that her world would change for the better. The first time that she felt it with the palm of her hand she knew that things would never be the same. From that moment onward she craved black dick--preferably twelve inch monsters like Jack's.
As with Connie, he only thrust long enough to make her want more. He withdrew his organ from her snatch, and returned it to Connie's cunt.
Bev moaned in anguish, "Oh Jack! Please put it back in me. I need it so badly that I could die."
"Maybe in a while, sweetcakes, but for now it's time again for you, blondie. Spread those pussy lips."
Connie reached between her widespread thighs and allowed the thick shaft to burrow into her again. She enjoyed this incredibly nasty game. She thought it was very erotic. To think, she was playing a form of tag with Bev, and Jack's dick determined who was "it." She giggled at the licentiousness of her thought and smiled as the black meat pummeled into her hungry nest. Her lewd behavior was making up for lost time. After all, during her long decade of marriage she never knew what she was missing. "Ahhhh!" she moaned.
Bev looked at her with a deep sense of understanding. She knew that once a woman played Switcheroo Pussy with a stud like Jack, she would never waste her time with Bridge or Canasta again.
Jack withdrew and again asked Bev to bend over. She did willingly, and allowed her cunt to be reamed a few times before the beautiful black dick returned for a few strokes inside Connie.
Back and forth the black saber went-through the brunette thicket of Bev, and then into the sparse plain of Connie. Ostensibly as a form of punishment, but in actuality, providing nothing but pleasure.
Occasionally, he would make a comment such as, "I think Bev's is a little tighter."
"Ha ha," Bev would say. "See, we short girls provide something different."
He would then tease, "Yea, but Connie's is deeper. I can get my whole length into her."
Connie would stick out her pretty tongue and say, "See, we blondes have more fun."
Whenever either of the girls told a joke, he would give her a couple of hefty thrusts. He liked to look in the mirror and watch their titties bounce.
Connie asked, "Is that the way you applaud when you're fucking?"
"Yes. I've been trying to sell this idea to the television networks. It could make audience participation extremely interesting and rejuvenate interest in viewing."
He continued to remove his dick from one girl and put it in the other. Time after time. Again and again. After he had given each girl several dozen orgasms, he finally exploded into Bev. He figured that it was only fair. After all. Connie had received most of his semen that evening.
He let out a joyous cry of release and she screamed as well. Connie noted that they sounded as if they were rehearsing for an aria.
When Jack withdrew, he saw that his prick was covered with so much cum that it literally dripped onto the floor.
Bev saw the cum trailing down his inner thigh and said, "Oh myi I can't let that go to waste. It's more nutritious than my vitamin tablets and granola." She quickly got down on her knees, stuck out her tongue, and began licking it off.
Connie smiled and asked, "I didn't know that sperm was nutritious?"
Between licks Bev replied, "Sure. It contains a tremendous amount of protein."
"Really! Maybe you've got the right idea." Connie quickly joined her on the floor. She proceeded to wipe the other thigh clean with her tongue. She wasn't one to miss out on a health food craze.
Jack looked down at the two white women with obvious pride. Not only had he satisfied their carnal desires, but he had gone beyond that to destroy and dismantle any lingering racist taboos. If this brunette and this blonde proved anything, it was that sexual satisfaction cannot be inhibited. It cannot be constrained by the artificial barrier of race or class. Sex must be shared by as many participants as possible.
Let the penises pulse!
Let the pussies throb!
A new day had dawned in sexual relations!
Connie worked her way up to the scrotum and began cleaning the balls. Bev licked her way upward and began cleaning the penis. She didn't have any reservations about washing his cock with her mouth. She had done it before and loved the salty taste. This time, she had the added delight of tasting Connie on his organ.
Connie and Bev nearly got into a fight over who would get to lick the last drop. Fortunately, Jack had the wisdom to say, "Now girls! There's no need to fight. After all, there's plenty more where that came from."
When the women finished lapping up the cum they decided to take a bath. Bev led Connie through a bamboo partition to a new addition to the house: a large swirling hot tub.
Connie's eyes opened wide in surprise. "My goodness! This tub is certainly a lot larger than the one you used to have. Four people could sit in here comfortably-with room to spare."
"That's the idea," Bev winked as she ran her hand down Connie's backside.
Connie giggled and asked, "What's this contraption here in the middle?"
"That's a special type of chair. Here, sit in it and I'll show you how it works."
Jack watched as Connie sat in the underwater device. It was a small padded, contoured chair.
Bev explained, "When a person sits in this chair the pelvis is thrust forward, in much the same way that it is when a pillow is placed under the buttocks. Here. Just lay back."
Connie did as she was told and said, "Hey! The further I lean back, the wider my thighs open."
Bev giggled. "That's the whole idea, silly. To heighten the sensual aspects, the thighs of the individual who sits in it are spread wide apart. Furthermore, tiny jets of water are directed from the seat upward. Can you feel them?"
"Ummm, yes. They remind me of those in the bidet. They're giving me a constant sensual douche."
"The jets of water can be controlled by these knobs on the side," Bev pointed out. "But they're only useful if you're alone."
Connie understood the hint. "Are you suggesting that my pussy can be better taken of by a couple of friends?"
Bev squatted down and sat in front of her, She stared directly into the crotch of her friend's widespread thighs. "That's right, darling." She delighted in looking at the blonde cunt. She just had to have a lick. She bent forward and said, "Gee! It looks so sweet and cute just sitting there all alone."
Connie sighed and said, "It's lonely for your tongue, Bev. Go on. Have a taste."
Jack watched as Bev's lips touched the vaginal lips of Connie. Bev spread the outer lips and stuck her mouth between the folds. She spread the inner lips and stuck her tongue into the hole.
Connie had her long legs spread wide apart, and wore a smile of satisfaction on her face. She had plummeted into the depths of debauchery. And yet, she didn't feel morally corrupt. Not in the slightest. She felt liberated! She felt alive.
Little jets of water bubbled and swirled around her pelvic region, and hence, around Bev's bobbing head. With all the motion taking place in the water, she felt that she was the main ingredient in a pussy stew.
Connie looked down and watched Bev's tongue.
It was working as feverishly as that of a hungry kitten lapping at a bowl of warm milk. To allow her greater access, Connie reached between her thighs and pulled the vaginal lips further apart. She said to her dear friend, "Soup's on. Come and get it."
Bev had to stop and chuckle. Not only was Connie discovering the joys of sex, but also of frankness.
Jack soon had another hard-on and was ready for another round of action. He carefully stepped into the large tub and positioned himself behind Bev. Connie looked up at him and smiled lovingly. She knew what he was going to do and wanted to watch him do it.
Bev sensed his presence behind her and anticipated his next move by raising her buttocks out of the water. She returned her attention to Connie's cunt, but positioned herself so that her posterior was easily accessible.
Jack saw the small pink rosy ass rise to his view. He watched the water roll off of it, making it glisten in the light of the room. He carefully lowered himself unto his knees behind Bev and wedged his penis between her cheeks.
During this whole time, Bev never missed a tongue lapping of Connie's cunt. She continued her lingual assault of her friend knowing full well that within minutes she would have a black saber sawing in and out of her rectum. To encourage Jack, she suggestively wiggled her pert little ass back and forth, from side to side.
He could no longer contain himself. He reached over and grabbed a tube of K-Y Jelly and a condom.
Connie was surprised at how easily he found the items. Apparently, he and Bev had done this many times before.
Jack ripped the condom out of its package and unrolled it down his dick. He then emptied the entire contents of the K-Y tube into his hands. With both palms he massaged the lotion onto his upright shaft until it was literally dripping with the stuff. He massaged the remainder of the lotion onto Bev's ass and sphincter until her whole posterior glistened like the muscles of a Mr. Universe.
He looked at Bev's ass, placed his large hands on either rounded cheek, and separated the fleshy orbs until he stared directly at her tiny little sphincter muscle. He stuck one finger into her and moved it in and out.
"Oh Jack!" she moaned.
When his finger was able to easily slide back and forth, he stuck another finger in.
"Ohhh Jack!" she moaned again.
When he was able to move three fingers in and out of her without difficulty, he knew she was ready.
Without a second's delay, he placed the head of his large dick at the center of her ass-hole and carefully started to fuck his way in. A man had to be cautious and take his time. If he rushed things, he would surely make her scream like a Banshee.
Regardless of his cautious efforts, Bev let out a slight gasp of pain as the prick worked its way in. In fact, she stopped lapping at Connie's cunt for several seconds and gasped slightly with discomfort. However, she soon sighed with a low mewl of pleasure.
Jack certainly didn't want to hurt her. He took his time and allowed her tiny rectum to adjust to his massive girth, in much the same way that he had earlier allowed Connie's pussy. It was the considerate thing to do.
He didn't always like anal sex. Anyone who practiced it had to admit that it took some time getting used to. One of the problems was that some women didn't keep themselves entirely clean. But he and Bev had such a fetish about cleanliness that they would never attempt anal intercourse outside the bathroom. Bev went out of her way to keep a squeaky clean bottom. As a result, her crack showed no unsightly discoloration and her sphincter muscle was a bright healthy pink.
Of course, there were certain advantages with anal sex. First, the penis was gripped tighter than in the vagina. Secondly, a man could pentrate further. This was the most important consideration because a twelve-inch dong just wouldn't fit in most normal pussies. Only extraordinary ones like Connie's could hold all of his manhood.
As he thought of Connie, he opened his eyes and looked into hers. She was the very image of the ail-American, wholesome, white girl. Lovely face, blue eyes, beautiful teeth. He smiled broadly when he noted that Miss Wholesome was completely nude, had her legs spread apart at a 180 degree angle, and was currently having her cunt licked clean of black sperm by her next door neighbor.
He gave a couple of hefty thrusts to Bev's ass. "Argghh!" she moaned.
It never ceased to amaze him that her petite little body could hold his entire penis in her rectum. He reached around and placed his hand on her belly. He wanted to see if he could feel his dick burrowing into her. Alas! He felt some quivering in her abdomen. Whether it was the twitching of his dick, or her natural tummy spasms, was difficult to judge.
Meanwhile, Connie watched as the black wand disappeared into the tiny hole of her dear friend. "My goodness! How do you manage to take it, Bev?"
Without missing a nibble at Connie's cunt, she replied, "One centimeter at a time, my dear. One centimeter at a time."
The orifice had opened wide and, indeed, was gobbling the organ a centimeter at a time.
Jack asked Connie, "Has Herschel ever tried this with you?"
"Are you kidding!" she said. "No way. He isn't very creative sexually. In fact, he isn't very creative at all."
"Poor baby," said Bev between licks.
Jack looked at her and said, "Well, after I finish with Bev here, I'll have to introduce you to the joys of anal intercourse."
Connie's eyes lit up. "I don't know, Jack. I've never done it before. Besides, from the looks of things I think I would rather have Herschel's small penis in my rectum, instead of your large one."
Bev lifted her mouth from the blonde cunt long enough to say, "Don't be misled, Connie. Size makes all the difference in the rear passageway as well."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Only during the initial entry phase," Bev explained. "Everything thereafter is a piece of cake."
"What about hemorrhoids?"
"Connie!" Bev exclaimed. "You don't have hemorrhoids."
"How do you know?"
Bev lifted her face from Connie's cunt and said, "Because I've been licking everything between your ass-hole and your clitoris for twenty minutes, and your little sphincter muscle is a delightful little pink gem that should be introduced to Jack's black wand."
Connie still seemed uncertain. "I don't know.
Maybe I won't like it."
Bev laughed and said, "Remember earlier this afternoon when you said that you were afraid of new sexual experiences outside of marriage?"
"Yes."
"Well, you did and you enjoyed them, didn't you?" Connie smiled brightly.
Bev pushed her friend's pelvis upward slightly so she could kiss the sphincter. She then spoke as if she were talking to it. "Sweet little rosebud. Many treats are in store for you tonight. Soon you will flower open and know the joys that await you."
Connie simply smiled. "That's beautiful. I know I'm in good hands with you, Bev."
"Yes, it's my attempt at debauchery poetry. Meanwhile, ram it up my crack, Jack."
He laughed, and then they all burst into laughter. Everyone had a great time while Bev, and then Connie, got sodomized in the large four-person tub.