Chapter 7
Beth had never had her vagina used like that before. She was astonished what she felt like. She finally managed to get up and walk along beside Cynthia and Leroy. They kept her standing as they strolled down a dimly-lit passageway and through a couple of doors she hadn't noticed before. Outside of one door they stopped.
Cynthia turned to her and said, "You must be very quite. You're not to make any unnecessary noise. Do you understand me?"
Beth nodded her head affirmatively. She was still flushed from the near orgasm caused by Leroy's finger fuck.
Cynthia leaned forward and removed a little wooden panel from the very middle of the door. "This is a one way mirror," she said. "We can see in, but they can't see out. Why don't you step close and take a look at what's happening."
Beth got up next to the door and looked in. It took a while for eyes to get adjusted to the light, but when they did she gasped. There in the middle of the bed was the waitress named Anne and she was ... being stuffed full of the biggest cock Beth had ever imagined. The thing must have been twelve inches long! But it looked even more immense sliding into Anne's little petite figure.
"Amazing isn't it?" asked Cynthia. "Such an innocent looking girl, doing such naughty things with a black penis. My, my, my, this is truly the end of Western Civilization," she said sarcastically.
Beth stepped close and looked again. Her eyes had not deceived her. Anne was truly amazing. What dexterity she had with that prick!
The longer Beth looked, the harder she found it to believe what she was watching. She began thinking that she was watching trick photography. A woman as small as Anne couldn't take something as monstrous as that black penis into her with suffering irreparable physical damage. No way. The girl would be bleeding and would have to have stitches-if she lived.
But as she looked closely, Beth could see no evidence of blood, brutality, or pain. Far from it. What she recognized was uninhibited pleasure.
Leroy had positioned himself behind Beth and was nudging his stiff penis into the crack of her ass. Because the bottom portion of her Kitty Kat costume was open, his penis was bumping against her bare bottom. Occasionally, he would wedge it deep into her crack and brush her anus. However, sodomy really wasn't on his mind. No, he was strictly a dick in the vagina man. Leave the butt-fucking to the San Francisco queers and New Orleans' faggots.
Beth felt the penis brush against her nether regions. As it touched one sensitive spot after another she began to wish that it was nudging into her in the same way that one was nudging into Anne. Actually, the one which was nudging into Anne was doing a lot more than nudging. It was fucking full-bore into the little lady relentlessly. The man on the bed resembled a mechanical pile driver drilling downward into the solid core of the earth.
Beth spread her thighs a little to allow Leroy's penis better access to her pelvic area. She couldn't explain the wonderful sensations she was feeling, but the organ felt extremely pleasurable as it probed around down there. She leaned forward a little hit and thrust her ass backward slightly. It was then that she felt the shaft was directly in line with her vagina. And to compound matters, her vagina had flowered open during the last hour of intense petting.
There was little doubt that she was about ready to be fucked. She debated whether to allow it or not. This would be her first fuck from someone other than her husband. Should she break her marital vows? Did they really mean all that much in the modern age anyway? She always lamented the fact that she missed the heyday of the Sexual Revolution. This would be her chance to make up for lost time. Besides, wasn't she holding onto some romantic concept of a happy marriage which only existed in her mind? She wasn't happy. Herschel didn't have a big dick and didn't know how to fuck. And he never would.
Finally she shrugged her shoulders and thought, Why not open my thighs and just let it happen? I've done just about everything else today. It's time for a fuck.
As she felt the black penis start to push its way into her, she looked down at her wedding ring. She should have felt a great spasm of guilt, but instead the only thing that she noticed at that moment was a great spasm of intense pleasure. The head of Leroy's penis was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. It reinforced her faith in a divine being.
Surely there must be a god. The masterful engineering of the sexual organs proved that.
The inch dipped into her and she couldn't understand why she felt no guilt about what she was doing. She had been married for ten years and had never once cheated on her husband. Never. Could it be that this was the seven year itch-delayed for three years! Could it be that she had been too faithful for too long? Maybe this experience would strengthen her ties to her hubby and rekindle the flames of her marriage.
She turned to her right and looked at Cynthia. The redhead was busy giving Leroy a deep soul kiss. Beth found it hard to believe that a man's tongue could travel that far back into a woman's throat. Leroy seemed to be part lizard along with being part stallion.
Beth thought that it was ironic that at the same time Leroy's tongue was probing downward into Cynthia's throat, his dick was probing upward into her luscious channel. "Hungh!" she moaned as he gave a particularly hefty shove inward, nearly knocking the air out of her lungs. She could barely keep her eyes open-so intense was the pleasure she was experiencing. She could hardly concentrate-her mind seemed to be registering nothing but a blank. All of her mental and physical energies were concentrated on that orifice down there between her thighs. The well of womanhood. The hole of humanity. The tunnel of love. The core of life.
So this is how sex was meant to be, she thought. It's glorious! Absolutely glorious! She began wiggling her ass back, trying to capture more of the huge shaft, while at the same time starting to silently curse her husband. Damn you Herschel for having a small dick! she thought. Damn you to everlasting faggotdom for taking ten years out of my life and giving me nothing in return except bad fucks!
She felt Leroy's strong hands move up under her Kitty Kat costume and reach for her shapely breasts. Ironically, he hadn't bothered with them during the entire evening because he had been so preoccupied with her cunt. She giggled slightly.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Am I finally getting through to this tight vagina of yours?"
"Oh, you're getting through to that, all right. I just noticed that this is the first time all evening that you've touched my breasts."
"Hey! First things first, you know."
"He always goes after the important things first." Cynthia laughed and reached down to stroke his cock as it slid into and out of Beth. It was an incredibly obscene gesture, but erotic as hell. She leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Are you aware of the fact that you have a great big black dick in your pussy?"
Beth turned her head and laughed, "Is that news?" She rocked back on it, aiding him in his fuck.
Leroy was glad to see that she was enjoying her first interracial bout of lovemaking. A lot of white women acted as if they climbed an altar when they had their first taste of black cock, but Beth was reacting the way a woman should: with humor and gaiety. From all appearances, his penis would be visiting this vagina many times in the future.
He hammered away for a while-back and forth, back and forth-watching with interest as she pushed herself back and forth as well. She was really getting into the spirit of the event. Her body was starting to glisten with perspiration. "She was definitely telling the truth about her husband," Leroy said to Cynthia.
"What do you mean?"
"Her cunt is so tight that my dick feels like it's wrapped up in rubber bands."
"That good, huh?" asked Cynthia.
"Ungh-yes-fuck yes! It's that good!" exclaimed Beth. She felt a tremendous release coming from deep within her body. It felt like a freight train had been unleashed in the pit of her stomach and was travelling downward to the core of her cunt. From there, rays of pleasure were radiating outward to all of her erogenous zones, causing her entire body to shake and shiver with pleasure.
This was it! This was a sure-fire gang buster orgasm. This was what she'd anticipated for over a decade of dismal marriage. This is what her cunt had been screaming for ever since she was a pre-adolescent teen.
Her ovaries started to bounce with joy and her entire pubis began to throb with a passion hitherto unknown. She began to feel as if she were one great big vagina stuffed full of one gigantic dick.
Damn those feminists anyway, she thought. Women were meant to be used as sex objects. That's what the shit they were put on earth for. To be fucked by world-class fuckers.
Leroy could feel that he had his penis inside one hot vagina. He was about to say that he had never had better white pussy before, but thought better of it since Cynthia was standing right there. He didn't want to spoil any future chance with the lovely redhead. After all, the blonde beauty might have a relapse of ethics and refrain from open sex. He wanted to keep his options open.
Actually, Cynthia seemed to be getting as many kicks out of this fuck as him. She was as joyous as if he were screwing her instead of Beth.
Cynthia was actually a very strange bird. He didn't entirely understand her. He fucked her in the morning and fucked her in the night, and yet she kept coming back for more. Many married women-once they'd experienced extramarital sex-wanted to try every variation possible, with as many men as possible. But not Cynthia. She was loyal to him. Maybe he didn't appreciate that. Even though he fucked everything he could get his dick into, he worried that maybe he should take time to consider her faithfulness to him. Only a few women possessed this fine attribute. Maybe he should consider a deeper emotional involvement.
Leroy began pumping faster and faster. His dick was moving in and out of Beth at lightning speed. His back was flexing back and forth like a jackhammer. His buttocks were clinching and unclenching like the mouth of a puffer fish. There was little doubt that he was a powerful fucking machine. Too bad they didn't have a sexual Olympics. He would win a gold medal for endurance.
"Hunnngh!" Beth moaned. "Deeper! Deeper! Deeper! I need it deeper inside me. Please! Drive it in! Oh please! Please! Please!"
Leroy did as requested. He was ramming himself so hard into her that he worried about bruising her internal organs. He was especially delighted with her depth. Deeper than Cynthia even. He could get all of his immense penis into her. The sensation of having all of his organ buried was one he couldn't adequately describe. It was sort of like the first time he had ejaculated as a teenager. He never knew such intense feelings could emanate from the penile shaft. Now, he at long last understood another sensation. Full shaft stimulation. He'd have to look this one up in his Master's and Johnson. It certainly beat the girls only having three-quarters of his mighty organ embedded in a female.
"Ah! Ahhhhh!" Beth moaned. "I think I'm gonna have an orgasm. I think I'm gonna have an orgasm at last. Oh hallejujah! Oh mercy!"
A tear welled in Cynthia's eye. Her dear friend had never experienced the joy of a sexual orgasm. Damn that Herschel, anyway. Men with small pricks should be shot to death at the age of sixteen if their dicks weren't longer than eight inches. Women had to suffer if hubbies had short stubbies. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Everyone knew that a vagina was meant to be stuffed. What was the point of having a tight pussy if only small penises poked around in it?
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! I feel it!" Beth screamed. "It's coming! It's coming! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhh! Arrrrghhhhhhh!" She had been warned to be quiet, but her screaming was loud enough to wake up the banshees. Cynthia had to put her palms over her ears to muffle the sound.
Leroy too had to cover his ears, but this didn't stop him from giving the final few thrusts before releasing his sperm into her curvaceous white body. "Ahhhh!" he moaned as he spurted his semen into her.
When Cynthia saw that he had made his final assault she turned to Beth and asked, "Well, how do you like my boyfriend?"
Beth slowly opened her eyes from a state of bliss and smiled briefly. She had to speak, but couldn't. She was still in an orgasmic daze, still trying to get control of her mental faculties.
She felt the once massive penis start to shrink in size before Leroy slipped it out of her. It made a loud "plopping" noise-sort of like a moist hot dog being pulled out of the neck of a bottle.
"Ah! The sounds of love," giggled Cynthia.
Beth giggled along with her friend and commented, "It's actually more like the sound of sex."
"Those are the nicest sounds in the world," said Cynthia.
As Leroy wiped himself off with a handkerchief he said, "Come on ladies. Be honest. That was the genuine sound of fucking."
Everyone got a big chuckle out of that as they stepped back from the door and left little petite Anne alone with her huge black lover. Beth couldn't figure out how any female could withstand such a relentless assault. The guy was even bigger than Leroy. She made a mental note to remember the man's face. She hoped that she would get a chance to wait on him next Tuesday.
Beth had trouble walking. Her pussy had never had anything that large shoved into it, and her pelvis had never been spread so wide. She was stepping bow-legged beside Cynthia and Leroy.
Meanwhile, Leroy handed her a sperm-laden handkerchief and said, "Here. Stuff this between your pussy lips. It will absorb some of my sperm."
Beth took the small piece of cloth and did as he requested. She stopped in place, spread her legs a little, and squatted. Since Herschel never shot more than a drop or two into her, it was a totally new experience to have warm rivulets of semen dribbling out of her vagina.
She had no idea where Cynthia and Leroy were leading her, but she liked the close proximity they maintained as they walked along. Cynthia kept her arm wrapped around her waist as did Leroy. It felt remarkable sensual to be sandwiched between the two. Like the filling of a cookie.
She was led to a door at the end of a hallway. Leroy opened it and told her to proceed inward. She didn't hesitate. She wanted to experience all the thrills which this man was apparently going to show her.
Ironically, Cynthia didn't leave them alone. She followed them into the bedroom and around to the bed. Suddenly it dawned on Beth that there might be a menage-a-trois in the works. She had read about such things in novels but had never suspected that she would experience one in real life. She had never made it with a woman before. And yet, one look at the beautiful body of Cynthia told her that if she were going to have a bisexual relationship this was the partner to do it with.
The redhead was absolutely gorgeous. And the longer that Beth looked at her, the more gorgeous she appeared. In many ways she was the mirror image of Beth, but there was something especially sensual about the long red hair that a blonde could never achieve. And the sight of the little triangular pubic patch was especially savory.
Leroy turned to Beth and pulled the last vestiges of the Kitty Kat costume over her head. Now she was just as nude as Cynthia. The two women stood facing each other in deep appreciation of the other's physical assets.
Beth locked her eyes on the redhead's breasts, and Cynthia did the same with Beth's. The nipples were like eyes staring at her. For some unknown reason Beth licked her lips and stepped forward so that she might be closer to her beautiful and bosomy friend.
When they were only a short distance apart, they reached up and petted each other's breasts. But petting wasn't enough. The blonde beauty bent down and kissed Cynthia's upper breast. But that wasn't enough. She lowered her mouth and encaptured the nipple with her lips. For some inexplicable reason she wanted to suck out all the honey contained therein.
She extended her tongue and swirled it around. Clockwise, counterclockwise, up and down, back and forth, each and every way possible. The little nubbin danced across her tongue and lip, swelling and throbbing with passion.
"Ohhhh!" moaned Cynthia as she thrust her breast forward so that Beth could suck on even more of it, offering it as if it were a ripe honey dew melon.
Leroy sat on the bed, watching the action. There was nothing quite like a bisexual scene to recharge his libido. Two beautiful broads, licking and slurping in wanton ecstasy made a great half-time show.
Beth removed her mouth from the nipple and brought her lips to Cynthia's face. She began kissing the redhead passionately. For the first time in her life, all of her inhibitions had been released. All of her sexual fantasies had been fulfilled. She was no longer trapped in the artificial confines of matrimony. Like Cynthia, she was now a free woman, able to make love to whomever she wanted- whenever she wanted. She would no longer be restricted to Herschel and his four-inch penis. Now she wanted more. Much more. Another eight inches to be exact. And she wanted a darker color. Black to be precise. And she didn't want it from an unemployed wimp of a salesman, but rather from a hunk of a mailman.
Something had happened to her in the hallway. Interracial sex had become an accepted form of physical expression. As she kissed Cynthia's lips, she opened her eyes and looked over at Leroy. His dick was erect and standing straight up like a skyscraper. Immediately, Beth broke the kiss with her beautiful friend and stepped back. She needed to get some more of that black cock into her body as rapidly as possible. She wanted more and her cunt wanted more.
The two women stepped over to the bed and looked down at Leroy. They admired him as if he were a black Adonis. He was lying on his back. He was holding his dick in his hand and aiming it at the ceiling.
"Which of you white girls wants to be first?" he asked.
"Hey! That's an unfair question!" Cynthia exclaimed. "Beth already had her share a little while ago. It's my turn."
Beth pouted slightly and said, "But Cynthia, you've been getting stuffed with this magnificent tool for weeks now. I just started tonight. I have a lot of time to catch up on."
"Oh phooey! In the coming weeks you'll get plenty of stuffing-believe me. Leroy can get a hard-on in a moment's notice."
"Very well, you go first," Beth replied. "I'll wait my turn."
"There's no reason for you to wait on the sidelines, pretty lady," replied Leroy. "When Cynthia squats over my dick, you can squat over my face. I'll give you a tonguing that you'll never forget. It'll be something you can tell your grand kids about."
"A tonguing?" she asked. "What are talking about?"
Cynthia and Leroy looked at each other in disbelief. They smiled. "Do you mean to tell me that you've never been tongued?" asked Cynthia.
Beth shook her head, almost ashamed of herself for marrying such a dork of a husband. "No. Herschel never did that to me."
Leroy pounded his fist on the bed and screamed, "My god, woman! What kind of an asshole did you marry anyway? The man must be an absolute jerk to leave a beautiful body like yours unsatisfied. Why is it that so many white guys don't know jack-shit about sex? It's always up to us black guys to teach beauties like you what you're missing."
Cynthia stepped over and put her arm around Beth's shoulders. "You're in for a real treat. Once I get on top of Leroy, you get on top of the bed as well. As I start to lower myself onto his organ, you squat over his face and rub your pussy around, in circles on his mouth. He'll do the rest."
The blonde had to admit that she liked the idea. In fact, she couldn't wait to experience her very first tonguing.
She watched Cynthia climb atop the bed, spread her thighs wide apart, and carefully ease herself downward onto the massive throbbing black penis.
When the beautiful shaft was halfway buried in her vagina, the redhead said, "Okay. Get on top of the bed and face me."
Beth did as she was told, being careful not to poke Leroy in the ribs or stomach with her knees.
"Spread your legs apart and lean your pussy back against his face."
She followed instructions to the letter, but noticed that as she got herself into position her large breasts brushed against Cynthia's. She looked at the redhead and smiled. There was a unique feeling developing between the two women-and it was emanating from the tips of their titties.
Cynthia never felt closer to a female in all of her life. For some reason, nipple touching made her bond to the blonde. Damn! She wished that she and Beth could have been doing this for a longer period of time. The two girls could have had some very pleasant times together. They could have even had fun with that Thailand Basket trick.
Beth squatted back and rubbed her pussy in Leroy's face. She felt his tongue extend and begin to lap away at her nether regions. "Ohhh!" she moaned. "That feels good. So very, very, good."
Leroy was slurping away at the blonde muff. He had to admit that she had the tastiest snatch that he had ever stuck his face into. He could lie like this for hours and lap away and never grow tired of her.
"Oooooh!" cooed Beth as she rotated her hips wildly. "Unnngh! That's great."
Meanwhile, Cynthia was moving up and down on Leroy's massive organ. Her pussy was swallowing it as if it hadn't been stuffed with cock since she was a teenager. And she wasn't satisfied simply having her cunt filled, she wanted her mouth to be stuffed as well. She leaned forward and began to nurse on Beth's left breast.
Beth now understood why oral sex had become such an important addition to marriage and the primary benefit of the Sexual Revolution. She didn't know how she had done without it for all of these years. When she got home she would have to tell Herschel all about it. She smiled when she realized that would be impossible. She could never walk up to her husband and say, "Guess what, honey? I got fucked by the black mailman today. He had a dick the size of a horse, the staying power of a stallion, and a tongue like a Galapagos lizard." No, that just wouldn't be appropriate. Or, at least she didn't think it would be appropriate. Maybe if she thought about it overnight, she could figure out a way how to tell him.
She turned and watched Cynthia move around on the massive organ. The redhead was going at it like a natural. She resembled an oil well going up and down, up and down, up and down, over and over again.
She looked between her friends thighs and watched the pussylips stretch wide on the instroke, and suck hard on the outstroke. What a wonderful creation the pussy was. Able to take that hard shaft into it, and yet remain feminine looking. There surely must be a God. Anyone who doubted His existence was obviously a virgin. Only virgins were idiots.
She began to feel Leroy bathing her clitoris with his tongue. He moved his pelvis back slightly so that he could have greater access. The little bud of hers was standing up on its own. It had never done that for Herschel.
Fuck Herschel! she thought with anger in her voice. He could beat off from now on as far as she was concerned.
"Ummmmm! Ahhhhh! Unnnggh!" moaned Cynthia. Her cheeks had flushed and her cheeks had swollen during the past few minutes. Beth watched in fascination as her friend's tummy moved in and out rapidly.
"Ummmm! Ahhh! Unghhh!" she moaned again.
Ironically, all of this moaning was causing Beth to become excited. She began to vigorously rotate her crotch against Leroy's face, wanting him to jab more of his tongue into her. She wanted him to stick it all the way into her womb. She wished that he were a snake and he could crawl up inside of her. Ummmm! A nice rattler would be nice. Or, better yet-a python. A full grown python-not a baby.
"Ahhhh! I don't believe this," said Beth. "I feel like a New Orleans slut."
"Huh! Ungh! Huh!" moaned Cynthia, as if asking a question. "I'm going to have another orgasm. I'm gonna cum again."
"Ahhh! Huh! Ungh! Wait!" Beth pleaded. "Hold on and I'll do it with you. It'll be better that way."
The two women started wiggling their asses as if they were spring loaded. Each had an intense orgasm. Their bodies shook with their individual release. Each felt it from the top of her forehead to the tips of her toes.
Leroy continued to pummel away. He was literally drilling his organ into Cynthia's hole-pushing and shoving it as if it were an assault weapon. Finally, after what seemed like a thousand strokes, he released a loud-"Arrrrggggghhhh!" It was an animal-like yell he gave whenever he exploded.
The sperm shot deep into Cynthia's womb and then cascaded back down around his mighty shaft and then out onto his massive balls. So much went up into her that she felt as if she had a hose momentarily thrust up her snatch and turned on full blast.
Meanwhile Leroy had a great deal of vaginal spend on his face and neck from Beth's release, coating his entire face with a viscous-like substance. As he was wiping it away, he realized that some of it was his own sperm. My goodness but he was getting nasty in his old age!
Beth slowly sat back on the headboard with her legs spread wide. She spread them wider still to lewdly display her gash to Cynthia's gaze.
Cynthia still had Leroy's cock deep in her cunt when he saw what Beth was doing. She smiled broadly and started climbing her way up Leroy's body. She wanted to get nearer the beautiful blonde muff which was staring her straight in the face, drawing her forward like a tractor beam.
Leroy slipped out from underneath her and rolled onto the floor. He was completely exhausted.. He couldn't take anymore pussy if it were given to him on a silver platter. There was no doubt that he was finished for the night. His dick needed a rest. His balls needed to manufacture more sperm. Hopefully these lovely ladies would still be around in the morning so he could poke them a few times before he began his mail route. And then later in the day when he delivered the mail he would poke them a few more times-and then maybe next Tuesday night at the Kitty Kat Club ... his mind was filled with pleasing images.
Meanwhile, on the bed, Cynthia was kissing Beth's beautiful muff. "Ohhh! You're so beautiful, Beth. I never thought that a woman could be so lovely. And you smell so good-down here-between your thighs. You have the aroma of the morning honeysuckle-rich and fragrant.
She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the length of the slit-first on side, and then on the other. Mmm! It really did taste like honey-a thick syrupy brand-with a little bit of salty cinnamon flavoring thrown in. No wonder men referred to it as a 'honeypot'. Of course, it resembled an oyster.
Cynthia almost broke out laughing at that thought. She remembered how her parents had such a hard time getting her to eat oysters. If momma would have only gotten on top the dinner table and would have showed her snatch to the family, all the kids would have eaten more oysters.
She wiggled the tongue from flange to flange and dipped it in the hole time and again. They said that blondes tasted the best. She was sure of it now. This particular snatch was rich and fragrant without having any bitter aftertaste.
Beth drew her legs up and wrapped them around Cynthia's face. She thrust her pelvis forward slightly so that Cynthia could have better access to her nether regions.
"Nice appetizer we're having here," said Cynthia with a grin between licks.
"Appetizer! Hell!" Beth said with a loud laugh. "That's the main course-complete with gravy."
Cynthia loved Beth's nasty sense of humor. There was nothing better than having a sexual partner who could joke around and have a good time during sex.
Unbeknownst to anyone in the room, Herschel had come to the Kitty Kat Club to see about his wife. He wondered why she hadn't come home yet. After all, it was nearly closing time and she was supposed to be released an hour ago.
He looked around and was surprised to see that the main lounge was nearly empty at midnight. After all, on most other nights of the week it was swinging until two or three o'clock in the morning.
He couldn't find anyone in the lounge area, so he went walking around the premises by himself. He went down a back hallway, passing door after door, but not hearing or seeing anyone. Just as he was preparing to give up he heard a familiar voice coming from a closed door at the end of the hallway. "Unngh! Keep doing that. Oh! Oh! Oh! Yea, that's good. Oh yea. Keep that up. Wow! That's good. Ohhhhh!"
He listened intently, trying to ascertain if this was in fact the voice of his wife. When he was certain, he began wondering what she was doing. She seemed to be cooing almost, going on and on, saying how much she liked something.
He didn't think that he would be disturbing anything, so he opened the door to catch a glimpse of what she was raving about.
He caught a glimpse all right. In fact he got a full wide-angle, Panavision, freeze-frame, Technicolor glimpse.
"Oh my god!" he said, as he stood absolutely motionless. He couldn't believe it! His wife had her legs spread apart at a 180 degree angle and was being eaten out by Fred's wife!
The redhead was lapping away like crazy, shamelessly. She turned her head and looked at him. She merely smiled. "C'mon! You're missing a great party. Care to join us?"
He knew nothing about Leroy being there because the black man had rolled onto the other side of the bed. He expected his wife to get up and run yearningly to his arms and say, "Thank you, darling. You've saved me from this horribly wicked dyke, Cynthia. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
But she did nothing of the sort. Indeed, she didn't move a muscle. That is, unless you count the fact that she spread her legs even wider, so that her tendons showed that much more. When it became apparent that she was enjoying the situation as much as Cynthia, he said, "My goodness, Beth! What has gotten into you? Are you on drugs or something?"
She stretched her arms above her head, thrusting her magnificent breasts out for display, and said, "A twelve-inch dick and a six inch tongue has gotten into me. And you know what? I feel wonderful."
"Beth!" he shouted. "Have you no shame?"
She narrowed her eyes and looked at him. "Have you none?"
"What do you mean?" he asked in a confused tone of voice.
"All these years I've been getting screwed by a worthless lover-a man who didn't even know how to use his dick to make his wife happy. You should be ashamed. To think that I cooked and cleaned and made house for you, and all I wanted was a little affection every evening-and what the hell did I get? The lousiest lover this side of the Mason-Dixon line! To think that I was always there for you-always ready for love-and you couldn't even give me the time of day. You should be ashamed. I kept my body fit for you. I ate properly for you. I remained faithful to you. I kept our marriage vows for ten long years-and what did I get! A four inch dick. And how often did I get it in me? Maybe once a month. And how long did each session of intercourse last? Maybe five minutes-at most. And you have the audacity to say that I should be ashamed? Fuck you-you revolting piece of slime."
"Yes. Fuck you," said Cynthia between laps.
"Get away from her you lousy bitch," Herschel screamed. "If you don't I'll ... I'll ... I'll beat your face in."
He started to walk towards the bed, but just as he got close Leroy stood up and said, "I wouldn't do anything stupid if I were you."
"Who's this?" said Herschel, stopping dead in his tracks as he looked at the black man towering above him.
"Honey, you know the mailman, don't you?" she said with a smile. "Leroy, this is my husband. He has a very small dick."
A look of horror washed across his face. "What! How dare you!" said Herschel. "You've turned into a bitch or something. My dick's plenty big!"
"Does yours compare with this?" asked Leroy as he reached down and grabbed a hold of his penis and shook it.
Herschel looked at it and gasped. He had never seen anything that large in all of his life. The thing was as big as the Polish sausage that Mr. Marconi used to keep in his butcher shop window. Surely the black fellow didn't put that thing into his wife! She would be dead if he had.
But the look on Leroy's face told another story. Without being told Herschel realized that black penis had been inside his wife's pussy. That black shaft had shot hot sperm into his wife's womb. Their reproductive organs had been joined together and had danced the rhythm of love.
Suddenly Herschel felt sick at his stomach. He felt revolted. He felt betrayed. His marriage was over. His matrimonial vows had been beaten into a pulp. He had been ridiculed in his wife's presence. And he finally learned why tips were so good at the Kitty Kat Club.
He took another look at Leroy's massive organ and felt a chill run down his spine. How could he possibly compete with a penis that size? His wife would never return to him unless he had an equally large shaft. And there was little likelihood that his would grow anymore at the age of thirty-five. Oh shit! It was time to start purchasing those penis enlargement devices which ran in the back of men's magazines.
Oh! Herschel felt his penis shrink and shrivel away. Even his testicles were drawn up inside his body as if admitting defeat in the black man's presence, wanting to hide in shame. He even dropped his hands in front of his genitals to cover them. He was ashamed.
Beth smiled when she saw his hands move to the lower half of his torso. Her wimp husband had finally been put in his place. At long last she was liberated. At long last she was free.
"Cynthia honey, why don't you put your pussy up here on my face so I can tongue you out. Then Leroy can have room to do me one more time. Is that okay with you, Leroy?"
Leroy wanted to tell her "no," because he didn't think he could manufacture anymore sperm. But the sight of her lovely body spread out before him made him change his mind. "Your wish is my command, darling."
Herschel couldn't bear to look. A black man was going to mount his beautiful white wife. Oh what was the world coming to? Surely this wasn't what was meant by "integration". He would have never been such a dedicated supporter of the civil rights movement if it were.
Still, he had to admit that he found the sight of a black male pushing himself between a white female's thighs quite erotic. He was even getting a hard-on-albeit, nothing quite like that of Leroy's.
His wife spread her thighs as wide as possible and Leroy eased himself into her cute little tight cunt. They seemed like old hands at this. They seemed to know where everything fit.
His wife twisted her torso and pushed her pelvis down onto the shaft, aiding him with his entry and placing her hands behind her buttocks, shoving them forward as if offering her entire pelvic region a gift. The organ pushed into her like a black knife pushing into a soft stick of butter.
He heard his wife gasp as if in pain, but Herschel soon realized that it was a gasp of pure unadulterated pleasure. It was a strange sound to him, for he had never heard it in his ten years of marriage to her. Never. And her face was a sheer mask of ecstasy. Every facial muscle was contorted with lust. He mouth gaped open, he eyes glazed over, and her nostrils flared. She seemed to be saying the word silently, "Cock! Cock! Cock! Sex! Sex! Sex! Give it to me!"
Cynthia wasted no time. She positioned her crotch directly over Beth's face. She slowly lowered her pelvis. And on the way down she played with his wife's titties.
Crap! thought Herschel. It seemed that everyone in the neighborhood was getting some pleasure out of his beautiful wife except for him. Well, he would fix that.
He reached down and unzipped himself. He whipped out his little four-inch penis and started whacking off. Ha! He'd show her. He could get just as much pleasure out of sex as she could. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! went his hand up and down like a child's toy.
Cynthia looked over and smiled. Yes, Beth had truly married a fucking dork. The poor guy equated masturbation with sexual fulfillment. Pity. The poor guy was meant for the scrap heap of life.
Beth began moaning. She couldn't believe all the sensations she was feeling. Her entire body was alive with a passion it had never known before. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Leroy's massive black torso. She held onto him with all of her strength. She didn't want to let him go for anything. Never! Never! Never! She wanted him inside of her deeper than he'd ever been before. All the way into her womb.
Leroy tried to please her by pounding into her incessantly. He wouldn't ejaculate as much into her as he had earlier, but he would give her a liquid soaking nevertheless. Besides, he wanted to perform for Herschel. He wanted the hubby to know what a real fuck was.
And Cynthia was rotating her pelvis with as much energy as she could muster. She wasn't interested in putting on a show. She was simply interested in sexual gratification.
Herschel was beating off as he had never beaten off before. His hand was getting sore from moving up and down so much. He penis was starting to blister. He was beginning to pant. He worried about calluses.
At precisely the same time that his wife gave out the third tremendous orgasm of the night, Herschel screamed at the top of his lungs. "Oh fuck!"
And when he released his scream, Cynthia released hers, shouting exactly the same words, "Oh fuck!"
And at long last, Leroy gave out his, shouting, "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Just then the door opened and the owner of the Kitty Kat Club stepped through the door, looked around, and shouted, "What the fuck is going on in here?"
Cynthia, Beth, and Leroy all turned their heads and said, "Oh! We're sorry! We were merely using this bed ... to get to know each other better."
Nathan looked at them and said, "I'm not talking about you guys. Go back to fucking and sucking. I'm talking about this nerd with his wiener in his hand. What are you doing here-buddy?"
"Er ... ah ... I was just ... enjoying things."
"Well, get the fuck out of my club. I don't need wimpy looking masturbators on my premises. Go down the street to the Hellcats Club. They're gay oriented. You should fit in well there."
"Now, just-a cotton-picking minute," Herschel said, trying to defend himself, "I have just as much right to be here as anyone. That's my wife over there."
Nathan turned and said, "Which one?"
"The blonde."
The owner looked at her and smiled. "I'll be damned. She's the good-looking chick I interviewed this morning. She's got the best looking pussy I've seen in a long time."
So, an arrangement was worked out whereby Herschel got to stay. As long as he remained in the corner and beat his penis, and didn't bother anybody, he could watch the orgy on the bed. And for the remainder of the night he did. Cynthia being reamed by Leroy. Beth being reamed by Nathan. Cynthia and Beth going at it sixty-nine style. Cynthia, Nathan, Beth, and Nathan in a daisy chain. Beth, Leroy, Cynthia, and Nathan in another daisy chain. Two beautiful white women, two handsome black men, fucking and sucking, and banging and wanging all night long.
Ah yes, Beth and Cynthia continued to work at the Kitty Kat Club, and Black Night became their favorite night. And every day they would wait anxiously in the front living room for their special mail delivery.
And to assist Leroy on his route, they sometimes waited together so that he could knock off two pieces at one stop. They considered it a patriotic duty to help the mail go through.