At eight sharp I was back, pulling up in front of the big house. My cock was hard before I even knocked. Just thinking about what I was in for had kept it hard all afternoon and into the evening. Now, as I waited, all I could think about was what Sandy Greer's naked body was gonna feel like writhing on the end of my long cock.
The door opened and a tall, powerful-looking stud of thirty or so smiled out at me. He had blond hair and blue eyes and shoulders a yard wide.
"Pete?" he asked.
"That's me," I said.
"Come on in," he said, stepping back to let me by. I walked past him.
"Let me have your coat," he said. "I'm Dave." He extended his hand and I took it while handing him my coat with the other. He had a hell of a grip; for a second or so, as we shook, our eyes met in silent, knowing sizing-up action and our hands tightened. Then he let go and hung my coat in a hall closet.
"I've heard a lot about you from my wife, Pete," he said, as he led the way into the same room Sandy and I had spent the afternoon.
"Nothing bad, I hope," I said.
"Want a drink?" he asked. The bar over the mantle was out of the wall. He went to it and poured us two Scotch and sodas as I sat down on the sofa. The fireplace was still going strong.
"So, how's the plumbing game?" Dave said, bringing me my drink and sitting himself where Sandy had been earlier.
I felt a little awkward. After all, here he was, a big TV director, and me just a lousy plumber.
"Oh, it's OK, I guess. Nothing like your line, but it keeps meat on the table."
"Yeah, well, that's what counts," Dave said. "But I hear that you do all right for yourself up here." He gave me this wink and ran a hand casually through his shoulder-length hair.
"Sure," I said, "but it's nothing like your scene." I sipped the drink. One thing about Dave I liked right off; he sure knew how to make a stiff drink.
"Well, I've had some action down in the big town, that's for sure," Dave said. "But I'll bet you're going to turn out to be a good guy to know up here. And I'll tell you something. Sandy was right about you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"She told me you were our kind of guy, know what I mean?" He looked me up and down. I was wearing my best outfit, a pair of twenty-buck brown slacks, a tweed jacket, silk tie, the works. "Yes," he said, "you'll fit right in, a handsome young stud like you."
I grinned and took another swallow of the drink.
"Thanks," I said. "Listen, where's your wife? And wasn't she supposed to have a friend here?"
"They're upstairs," Dave said. "They'll be down in a few minutes." He winked at me. "Wait'll you see the friend."
My cock twitched. It sounded intriguing; I'd be happy, though, with just a few rounds with Sandy.
"Your wife told me you got a lotta commercials on TV," I said.
"That's right," he answered.
"Maybe I seen some of them," I said. "Name off a few."
He started naming them off and I had seen more than one. I felt like a real jerk next to this Dave. He was only a few years older than me, but look where he was. He was big time, a man of the world, with beautiful broads up the ass. Well, things were looking up for me now. And in a few months they'd be looking even better.
Dave and I talked for about ten minutes, and then Sandy came into the room with the wildest broad I ever saw. This broad was the color of light milk chocolate and stood at least six feet tall. She looked skinny as hell, but I couldn't be sure exactly, because whatever it was she was wearing covered her down to the knees. It looked like a bunch of green and blue and silver silk scarves all hung together and thrown over her. She came fluttering into the room like a big butterfly.
Her hair was long and black, bushy and straight at the same time. It was frizzy but not quite kinky. She was a sharp, cold-looking doll. Her thin face looked colored to me, the lips and nose and all. But her eyes were slanty and had lashes a foot long on them. I guess the best way to sum her up is to say she looked like a beautiful colored broad with chink blood in her.
Whatever she was, I wanted her! My poor prick was bending itself out of joint as I looked up. I had never made it with black stuff and I had wanted to. But there just wasn't no black pussy in Northridge. As she and Sandy took seats between me and Dave on the long sofa, I wondered what it would be like sucking on her black tits and planting my cock up to the hilt in her furry, kinky dark hole.
"Well, I see you two are getting acquainted," Sandy said, smiling at Dave, then me. "Larhonda, I'd like you to meet Pete Novak. Pete, this is Larhonda Chang."
Larhonda Chang!
"Hello, there, Pete," she said. "I've heard a lot about you from Dave and Sandy." She spread her broad lips in a smile.
My cock twitched. "How's it going?" I said.
"Fine," she said, smiling at me in a funny way.
"Well," Dave said, rising. "Sandy, why don't we go on downstairs and let Pete and Larhonda get better acquainted? Larhonda, you two come on down whenever you're ready. And keep Pete's glass going."
He winked at me and Sandy smiled. Then they disappeared through a door at the far end of the room.
"What's downstairs?" I asked, when they were gone.
"Oh, lots of things," Larhonda said. "The pool, sauna, gym equipment, bar… lots of things."
"They do a lot of exercising, huh?" I said.
"Yes," she replied, "Dave used to be a gymnast – he was on the Olympic team in nineteen sixty-three."
"And what do you do?" I asked, feeling my oats. The strong drink was giving me a bit of a buzz.
"I'm a model," Larhonda said. "But I don't do much television, like Sandy. I do mostly print."
"What's that, print?" I asked. I got up and gave my glass a good refilling; Larhonda didn't seem to be drinking much. Her glass was still full and she just held it without putting her lips to it. I returned to the couch.
"Print is magazines, newspapers, printed media," Larhonda said.
"Listen, can I ask you something? What kind of a name is Larhonda? And is it one or two words, or what? I mean, is it La Rhonda or Larhonda?"
"I don't know what kind of a name it is," she said, laughing. "I made it up myself. My real name is Elizabeth Chang. But I thought I needed something more exotic. As for the spelling, it's one word, L-a-r-h-o-n-d-a."
"Well, it's different, all right," I said. By now the booze was really loosening me up. "Listen," I said, edging closer to her, "do you go in for the same thing they do? You know what I mean."
"Money, what do you think I'm here for?" she said, leaning toward me. Her dark face was only inches from mine.
"You wanna make it with me?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. Then she had her head on my chest and the rest of her body stretched down the length of the couch. I kissed her lips and held my arms around her back. The big amazon began to twist and groan.
"I never made it with a black woman before," I whispered, as I licked all around her neck and ear.
"Half black," she sighed.
"Oh, yeah?" I said, tonguing her lips. "Watta you mean?"
"My father's Chinese."
"How'd that happen?" I licked and kissed her flat nose and my hands went down to her long, muscular thighs and began squeezing and rubbing.
"I don't know, they met in New York and got married, that's all. I guess you never saw anybody like me before."
"Never," I said, running my hand up her thighs to just below her crack. It felt like an oven in there between her black folds of flesh. I was dying to strip her down and get to it.
"Listen," I said, "you wanna make it right here and now?"
"Ummmmmm," she sighed, pressing me closer. "But why don't we go on down and join Dave and Sandy? We can make it down there with them. You'll love all the stuff they've got down there."
It was OK with me. I was dying to see Sandy naked anyway. I stood up and pulled Larhonda up after me.
"Finish your drink," she said, and I did. Here was one hot, considerate broad. Some women just know how to treat a man, to cater to his every desire. This Larhonda was one of them.
Well, I'd thought I'd seen some things in my time, but when we got downstairs I almost crapped right then and there. What a layout!
Larhonda led me into a long, wood-paneled room that was almost as big as the house, at least seventy or eighty feet long and maybe forty feet wide, with a high ceiling. The place was lit by these spots coming out of the ceiling, spots of every color. I looked up at them through boozy eyes.
"Dave does a lot of photography down here," Larhonda said, noticing my glance.
"Oh, yeah?" I said. We stood there at the entranceway as I took it all in.
The room was divided into two sections, not by any walls or partitions, but by placement of stuff. The half we were standing in was filled with gym and exercise junk, including a rowing machine, a set of weights on a mat, and like that. The one thing that especially caught my eye was the two ropes coming down from the ceiling. They had two round, thick rings at the ends and hung maybe a foot apart. At the ceiling, the ropes went through this pulley device and angled off to the wall where they were tied around a big hook. I had used these kind of ropes in gym class lots of times, but never before had I imagined that they could be used in sex. Now, as I looked at them, all sorts of images hit me, like Larhonda swinging with the rings up to her thighs and me standing there under her eating her out.
The far half of the room had a large pool; against the wall at the end of the pool was a long, fancy bar, mirrors and all. I took all this in sort of on the run because what I couldn't help but stare and gape at from the time we entered the room, was Sandy and Dave in the pool. They were splashing around and climbing out to dive and both were naked!
"Hey, come on in!" Dave waved to us as he swam around.
We walked over to the edge of the pool, then along the side toward the bar at the other end. Just as we reached the end Sandy walked out onto the low diving board and put her hands on her hips.
"Pour yourself a drink, Pete, then join us," she said. She smiled at me and I knew she could tell how turned on I was. She didn't dive, but stood there letting me take in her beautiful body. And she was built! She was firm and golden all over the length of her long body. Her tits were big and firm and jutted out from her obvious ribs, the brown nipples hard and pointy and dripping water.
She had a beautiful bush, light and silky, a perfect triangle sloping down and covering her puffy cunt lips. I could make out the pink of her gash as she stood with her legs slightly spread. She was really too much, so beautiful, something out of a movie. If ever I wanted a broad, it was her.
Then she dove back in and Larhonda and I went to the bar. I poured out two Scotch and sodas and noticed that as I chugged mine, the black babe just nursed hers.
Then, as I drank another, Larhonda began pulling off her dress, or whatever it was. When she was down to her white bra and panties, she faced me at the edge of the pool as I sat at the bar drinking. In the background Dave and Sandy were wrestling around in the water.
"I think I'd better distract you," Larhonda said, taking a few steps toward me and reaching behind her to the bra clasp. "You'll get a chance with Sandy. But first…"
She tossed the bra aside and stood there, her thumbs hooked in the elastic of her panties, a sexy grin on her black lips. My cock throbbed as I looked her over and when her panties were on the floor next to the bra I had forgotten Sandy. What a body on this one! She was tall and muscular all over, like she had been lifting weights all her life. But it was exciting, her hard body, not like a man's at all. Her tits were small, but the nipples were big and black, like lumps of coal. Below her flat, rippling stomach was a neat, black clump of cunt hair, just as thick and kinky as I thought.
She took another step forward. Her long legs excited me. They shined so. In fact, her whole body was shining in the bright light. She lifted her arms and ran her fingers through her long, dark hair. I got a good look at the two black tangles of Brillo covering her armpits.
I swigged down the rest of my drink and started pulling off my clothes. Larhonda watched closely, with her eyes on my crotch. When I pulled down my shorts and my big, hard cock sprang out she came over and put her fist around it.
"You've got a nice big one for a white man," she said.
"Thanks," I said. "It's all yours."
She laughed. "Let's dive in, honey, and then I'll let you do whatever you want." She gave my cock a squeeze and turned from me. A second later her long, black body cut the water like a knife, leaving hardly a ripple. I dived in after her and we both came up near where Dave was feeling Sandy's tits.
Larhonda and I watched for a minute. Sandy had such nice, round, firm ones; they didn't sag, even out of the water. In the water, they floated up to the surface as she treaded with her hands and feet, keeping in place for Dave as he pulled her tits this way and that, gripping the brown nipples between his thumb and first finger.
"Hey, you two," he said, "where the hell have you been?"
"We're only passing through," I said. Sandy looked at me curiously and I motioned with my eyes to the hanging ropes. Yes, I was hot to try them, to have this black amazon swinging around with her cunt split wide open. I could hardly wait to hoist her up to the level of my nose and start eating.
Sandy chuckled as Dave continued on her beautiful tits. "Oh, you'll have a ball on those," she said. "Larhonda knows all the tricks."
Larhonda laughed and swam past Dave and Sandy to the far edge of the pool. I followed and we both pulled ourselves out and walked hand in hand to the ropes. We were dripping water all over. I looked at Larhonda's black bush. It was dripping, hairy and wet.
"I wanna suck your hairy cunt!" I said, grabbing her ass. I was well on my way to being bombed now, the Scotch was really turning me on.
"Yeah, baby!" Larhonda said. She gave my balls a good feel and then lowered the ropes at the hook. When the steel rings were on the floor, she went over and stepped into them, pulling them up above her knees.
She took hold of the ropes, one in each hand. "OK, honey, now pull me up."
I let out a yell and ran over to the wall. It took all my strength to hoist her off the floor but I did. When her hanging ass looked about the right height for my mouth, I tied up the rope on the hook and ran back to her.
She was a sight! Her ass hung way down as she swayed back and forth. Her hands were holding the ropes just above the rings, so her hands were right over her knees, holding the upper part of her body aloft. Her ass and pussy hung down, spread wide, as her knees were far apart.
I went right up to her and spread her knees even wider. Her cunt just the right height. With a greedy groan, I spread the already split lips with my fingers, playing with her cunt hair and rubbing her up all over.
"That's sooo fine!" she exclaimed, when I stuck my thumb up her pussy. A second later I slid my middle finger up her asshole. She was hovering over my upturned face; this was the easiest position I'd ever come across for eating out a broad and poking her holes at the same time.
"Oh, I'm gonna eat you!" I buried my face in her wet cunt, sniffing up the tangy aroma and licking like there was no tomorrow. As my tongue found her hard, pink clit her body tensed and she shook wildly overhead.
"Eat it!!!" She was jerking around on the ends of the ropes, doing a dance of lust in the air. I grabbed hold of her ass with my free hand and held her shaking, black bush to my face. Then I pulled my fingers from her cunt and asshole and slapped a palm on each slippery ass cheek. I pressed her cunt forward as hard as I could and sucked loudly, licking and chewing her tender pink inner flesh from top to bottom.
"It's soooo good!" She began to thrash above me and swing around. For a few seconds I staggered all over the floor as her body jerked and swayed. I managed to hold on, though, and suck down on her stiff clit, rubbing my nose in her thick pussy tangle as I did.
Then she began to really pour out the juice. In our position, it only took seconds for my face to be covered. The thick, strong-smelling secretion ran down my chin and onto my chest. I pulled my face back for a second to get a look at her gaping, wet pussy. It was so exposed, so wide and open. The black hair was plastered down all around it, dripping saliva and juice, and the long, fat lips were puffy and crimson on the inner edge. It made a wild contrast to her dark skin and black hair all around.
Excited by the sight, I brought my mouth down on it again, sucking like a vacuum and pulling at her ample ass cheeks. She cried out as I bit down around her clit and my teeth ground gently into the flesh.
"Oooooooooo!!!" As I sucked, I glanced up. I could see her tits, but not her face. Her head was hanging over the other side. I could see her arms though, straining as they extended over her head and gripped the ropes. Her armpits were soaking and rivers of sweat ran down her sides from the black jungles of hair.
"You do it the bes'… ah loves the way you do it!!!" In her passion, Larhonda was losing some of the sophisticated, New York model sound she had and was turning into what she really was, a half-black woman with her roots in Harlem, not Vogue.
Her words excited me so that for a few minutes I didn't notice Dave and Sandy standing a few feet away watching. When I came out for a breath, I noticed them and I guess I blushed.
"Don't mind us, Peter," Dave said. "Go on, keep going. We've seen this before."
They were so cool about the whole thing that I had to be too. I spread Larhonda's slit apart with my fingers and buried my mouth in it once more.
I continued sucking for I don't know how long. I would have kept going but finally the black woman begged to be let down. When I stepped away from her, she went down at once. Dave was by the wall, lowering her.
Larhonda sat with her legs spread, pulling the rings off. "Whew," she said, "those rings get me every time. You're out; of sight, honey, you know that?"
She was looking up at me; her entire body, every black inch of it, was shining with sweat.
"Thanks," I said, then looked down at my throbbing prick. Reading my mind, Sandy came forward.
"You go up now, Pete," she said, smiling. "I'll show you the time of your life." She ran the tips of her fingers over my chest.
I looked at Dave, who was by the hook on the wall.
"Go ahead, Pete," he said, "I'll pull you up. Sandy really knows how to turn you on."
I stepped into the rings, trembling with excitement. When I had them just over my knees, Sandy said it was high enough and I grabbed the ropes and waited. Then Dave pulled me up a few feet, then a little more. The bastard was strong as hell. I watched his muscles bulge as he hauled. Then he lowered a little. When my ass was only a couple of feet off the floor he tied the rope up. The way he did it, so exact, I knew they had something in mind. I looked down at Sandy in anticipation.
My ass was hanging the way Larhonda's did, with my knees and feet high and spread. I looked down and saw my balls swinging free a good five inches lower than my cheeks.
Sandy got to he; knees and looked up. Her face was at cock level.
"You're going to love this, Pete," she said, giving my nuts a rub. "Just wait."
Then, to my surprise, she put one hand on each of my hips and started twisting me around. I looked up; the ropes were tangling together and I could feel myself rising. After about ten complete twists she stopped. I looked down.
Now my balls were higher, hanging an inch or two over her upturned face. She was kneeling directly under me and Larhonda was holding me in place, keeping me from spinning. I suddenly realized what she was up to.
"You're gonna lick my balls!" I shouted. "You're gonna lick my spinning nuts! AHHHHHH!" Just the thought was enough. She wasn't even doing anything yet and I was going clear out of my horny mind.
"I'm going to lather them up first," she said. She started licking them all over and actually spitting on them. Her tongue covered each one, rolling them around and spearing them. It felt so good; I only hoped I could keep from cumin' before the big moment.
When she had my balls fully covered with saliva and I could feel the hairs sticking all over them, it began.
"Larhonda, let him go," I heard her say. I looked at the black woman excitedly.
"Larhonda, let me go," I said, babbling in a drunk voice. The spinning had pushed me even more over the edge.
"Sure, honey, here goes!" And she gave me a push that started me whirling around like a top as the ropes untangled and my body lowered. Then I felt Sandy's wet tongue on my spinning balls and I howled.
"Ohhhh! Lick! Fuck! Ahhhh!" On each turn my balls were that much lower, so that on the final one they were lying in a soggy mound on her mouth. Her tongue still lapped them.
When the movement stopped altogether, Sandy got up and whispered in Dave's ear. He disappeared for a minute. While he was gone, Sandy came up to me and rubbed her cunt all over my chest. My cock was only a foot or so off the ground.
"I'll have Dave raise you," she said, leaning down and kissing my neck. "I'm going to fuck you. Would you like that?"
"Yeah, yeah!" I cried. "Fuck me!"
Then Dave came back with a drink in his hand. He gave it to Larhonda when Sandy told him to adjust the ropes. He lifted me higher, with Sandy standing right next to me. When my cock was high enough for her pussy, Dave tied up the hoist and returned.
"Grab hold of him," Sandy said. Dave went around back of me and held me up, so that the rings weren't supporting nice and the ropes went slack. Sandy then pushed the rings as far up my thighs as they would go. Then Dave released me. Now my ass didn't hang so much. I had more support and was in sort of a sitting position.
Sandy walked in between my legs. My cock was pointed up at her snatch, in perfect position for the humping.
She took the hairy base and angled the head between her golden, beautiful lips. My legs were sticking straight out, one brushing against each of her hips. She took hold of them and began pushing and pulling on them, using them as a kind of handle as she poked herself with my throbbing prick.
"You like it, Pete?" she asked. She looked up at me with a little smile. I noticed the sweat beginning to break out on her forehead.
"Uh! Yeah," I said.
Her cunt felt warm and tight around my prick. I looked down and watched it go in and out. Her fine blond hair mingled with my own dark hair. She was standing with her strong legs spread, her pussy split wide by my thick slab of a prick.
I groaned again and looked up just in time to see Larhonda pass the drink back to Dave and kneel down next to Sandy. Five long, black fingers snaked around my nuts and began wringing them out as I fucked.
"Ah, baby!" I said, throwing my head back. "Fuck! Oh, shit! Squeeze my balls!"
I was panting like a bastard. My eyes were closed and the sweat was running all over my face. I opened my eyes again just in time to see Dave come up behind me with the drink.
"How's it feel, buddy?" he asked.
"Great – ohhhh," was my answer. The fucking and squeezing was almost too good. I was reaching new highs in pleasure.
"How 'bout a little snort?" He was right behind me, holding his arm around my face with the glass up to my lips. This was kind of odd, I thought, but I was too drunk to care. I figured he was just being a good host and I didn't want to insult him, so I opened my mouth and let him pour the drink down my throat. It was distracting; I didn't really want to take it. But I did, and then turned my attention back to my groin.
The two broads were working on my cock and balls with pussy and fingers going a mile a minute. The beautiful Sandy had my body swinging back and forth as she fucked herself with my prick. And my nuts would have been swinging wildly had it not been for Larhonda's hot, black fingers. They were playing with my balls in ways I had never even imagined.
Then I could no longer hold back the flood. My entire body tensed and my stiff legs began to kick and thrust wildly. Sandy held onto them and poked my cock in and out even harder, as she saw I was cumin'.
"Ahhh, cum! Fuck, I'm cummmming!!" The hot cum shot out of my prick in thick spurts and went deep up her hole.
"Ummmm, it feels good." I heard her words and groaned louder. Below, Larhonda was making sure every drop of cum was wrung out of my balls. She had both hands on them now, squeezing each nut till I thought I'd pass out from the pleasure of it.
When it was over, Sandy stepped back and let my wilting prick slip from her open pussy. She let go of my legs and I swung free. By this time Larhonda was over standing with Dave. Sandy joined them and they whispered for a few seconds. Probably planning more fun and games, I thought.
"Hey, somebody, cut me down!"
"Sure, pal," Dave said. He left the group and went to the wall. In a few seconds I was on my ass fumbling with the rings. They were beginning to hurt. I had them off in a few minutes and joined the group. I could hardly stand I was so high.
"Wha's happining?" I babbled.
"Nothing much, Pete," Dave said. "Sandy and I are going to go a few rounds on the ropes. Want to watch?"
"You know it!" I said. "I'll just sit myself down here and…" I flopped down onto the floor and landed with my back against the wall. I stayed in that position, waving at Sandy and Dave.
"Where's Larhona?" I said. "No, no, I mean Larhon-da!"
"She'll be right back," Sandy said. "She's just over at the bar getting you another drink."
"Tha's awful nice of her," I said. Dave and Sandy were getting blurry; they each had two heads.
Larhonda returned with two drinks and sat down next to me. "Here you are, honey," she said, passing me a glass.
"Thanks," I said. I took the drink and threw my free arm around her black shoulders. "Hey, look what they're doin'!" I pointed to Dave and Sandy.
"You just watch and you're going to see something," the black broad said.
So I watched and drank. I was drunk, all right, but not too drunk to miss out on any action. My cock was still limp, though.
Dave had slid a small, padded table out from the side. It looked like an exercise table of some kind, or a thing you would lay on while getting a massage. Anyway, it was long enough for him, stood about a yard off the floor, and was covered with this fake leather material.
When the table was under the ropes, Sandy slipped the rings over her knees and he hoisted her up so her ass hung about six inches above the table. Then he twisted her the way she had done me. When the rope was all tangled and her ass was a foot higher, he stopped twisting and, holding her in place, slid under. He stretched out on his back and held her by the hips so that her pussy was over his cock.
For the first time I took notice of Dave's cock. Even in my condition I could tell it was a beaus. The thing was at least nine inches long, thick and veiny, with a great bulb of a purple head and a healthy growth of hair at the base.
Dave let Sandy spin around a few times, then caught her and stopped her with his hands. Now her ass was hanging lower and her exposed, open gash was just touching the tip of his head. He arched his back and his head went up between her lips. It was an awkward position, but he was so muscular and in such great shape that it didn't seem to bother him.
"Ready, hon?" he asked.
"Let her rip!" Sandy cried.
Just before he did I let out a howl. What an idea! I had to give them credit. He was going to screw her, all right! He was going to be screwed right up her cunt! I grabbed Larhonda's arm and squeezed.
"Holy Christ!" I exclaimed. "He's gonna screw her cunt!"
"Yeah, baby," Larhonda said. She had her black fingers around my cock, which was getting hard slowly.
Then Dave let go of Sandy's hips and she began to spin down. She didn't turn as quickly as I had because Dave's cock was slowing her. What a sight it was! On each turn I could see his prick go up her just a little bit more. Her lips were all stretched out around the thickness of his prick.
"Ahhhhh, my pussy! It feels wild!"
"My cock feels all twisted around!" Dave cried. He gave her ass a slap that sent her spinning faster.
"Oooooo… so goood!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" This from Dave. I could imagine how it musta felt, having his prick going up a rotating, wet cunt. I was hard again.
"Twist my cock in your hand!" I looked at Larhonda, then back at Dave and Sandy. The black babe didn't take long. She started twisting the shaft in one hand and with the other made a fist over the bulging head and twisted it. Sharp jolts of pleasure shot down to my balls.
"Ahhhh, do it, do it," I moaned.
"It's good, huh, Pete?"
"Ohhh, you big black piece of ass! You know it!" I reached for her pussy and found it wet and open. I began twisting her hairy cunt lips around in my fingers.
"That's right, play with it. Ummmm…"
While Larhonda and I handled each other on the floor, Dave and Sandy continued to go at it on the table. She finished her final turn and her pussy was still nibbling his shaft two inches above the base. He had a long one and she was stuck on it.
He reached up and, taking her by the hips, brought her down the rest of the way. His shaft vanished up her hole and their blond pubic hair mixed.
"Ohhhhh! It feels good! Fuck me up and down your cock!"
Dave pumped her up and down the long length of his prick. As he did she mouthed a string of words that almost shocked me. Not that I'm a prude. It was just that hearing those words coming from such a beautiful woman was kind of shocking.
But I didn't take my eyes off them.
Dave came a few minutes later, thrusting and bucking his hips so hard that Sandy slid up his pole and almost off, then came shooting down again, landing on his bush with her own with a wet smack. I could see all sorts of pussy juice and cum from his cock oozing from between her stretched lips and the skin of his hard shaft.
"Ah, you cum so nice! Shoot it up my hole! Ahhhh!"
"Oh, Sandy! Ahhhh! I love your pussy! Ahhhhh…"
The way they carried on, you'd have thought they never made it before. They were a hot, sexy pair for sure.
Then I felt myself on the brink. I fell onto my back. "Londa, or whatever your name is! I wanna cum in your mouth! And eat your black cunt!"
She did just what I wanted. She climbed on top of me in the sixty-nine position and pasted her long, wet gash down on my mouth. As she did, she took my prickhead between her lips and bit down carefully, mopping the head all over with her tongue, darting it into the cum hole, washing out the corona, sucking the way I liked.
I chewed on her clit and sucked it until it came clear out of her cunt, sticking through the two furrows of hair. I was ready to suck up her juices and have my cum sucked. That scene between Sandy and Dave was still on my mind as the two of us mouthed one another with wet, smacking noises.
In just a few minutes I couldn't hold back any longer. My bloated sponge of a cockhead was throbbing and tingling. Just before I came Larhonda's legs went stiff and I felt a warm flow cover my mouth and nose. It smelled like exotic spice; I lapped her pussy all over, greedy to drink it all down.
Then I came and she sucked me with just as much effort. Her thick lips sucked the end of my cock until I cried out again and again.
"Again, again!" I yelled, pulling my lips from her pussy. "Do it like that again! That's it, that's it! Ah, good! Ahhh!!!"
I heard her drinking down my hot cum, swallowing the thick liquid with loud gulps, smacking her lips and making groaning sounds as the last of my load coated her mouth and throat.
Finally, she rolled off me and I somehow got up in a sitting position. I bent over her and brought my mouth down on her shining, black nipples, sucking them one at a time and licking all the way to her kinky armpits. The thick black hair was sweat-soaked, but I didn't care. I sucked both underarms dry, swallowing with great relish.
When I sat up again, Dave was standing over us.
Suddenly he pulled me to my feet. I could hardly stand; I was weak from all the activity and very, very drunk.
"Wha – wha's happening, Dave?"
"Nothing, pal, I just want to see how you're doing." The big strong stud threw my arm over his shoulder and walked me to this spot on the floor under one of the bright yellow lights. We were in a pool of light between the ropes and a set of dumbbells.
"What're we doing, Dave, buddy?" I asked. "Where are the broads?"
"They'll be right back, Pete," he said. "They wanted to leave us alone for a while."
"No shit!" I said. "Why?"
"Pete, get down on your knees."
I wasn't sure why he wanted me to do this, but I was too drunk to care. I dropped to my knees. Dave then positioned himself right in front of me, his limp cock inches from my nose. I looked up at him.
"What are you – what's going on?"
Then he smiled down at me. I didn't like the look of that smile. It was mean. He put a hand on each side of my head, grabbing up a handful of hair. His hands were powerful, strong. I couldn't do anything but stay there and look up at him.
"Pete, how'd you like to suck my cock for a while?"
I was turned off to this of course, but I must say that in my drunk condition it didn't seem to matter that much.
"Are you… are you that way?" I asked.
"I swing both ways, Pete," he said, still holding onto my head. "Come on, you'll love it."
"I don't know… I don't go for this kinda shit."
"You don't have any choice," Dave said. "Now, if you don't want to have a lousy end to a beautiful evening, suck!"
His face scared me now. He wasn't smiling anymore. And I felt a tension in his entire body that told me something was wrong. What was it? Why was he making me do this?
I knew I couldn't take him sober, let alone in my present condition. So, reluctantly, I took his limp cock in my hand and brought it up to my mouth. It wasn't half bad, really, the thought of sucking his prick. Not that I'm gay or anything, but somehow I didn't seem to mind that much. I guess it was because I was so damn drunk.
I took the soft head into my mouth and just held it there, not doing anything.
"Now suck me hard," Dave said. "Suck me hard."
I began to suck it like I've felt broads do to me. It was a new experience but I did it good because almost at once Dave's prick began to swell. In a minute or less it was big as ever, a muscular pole with a warm, throbbing head that was almost choking me as my tongue washed around it.
"You give pretty good head for a beginner," Dave said, holding me in place.
Then all kinds of things happened that I didn't understand. There was a flash of bright light, then another a minute later. I looked around but was too blinded to see anything. For the next five minutes the flashes continued, coming from the shadows just a few feet away. And for some reason Dave kept on changing positions. It seemed like after each new position there would be a flash and then Dave would come up with another. He even had me get on my hands and knees on his table while he shoved his cock up my ass. He didn't really shove it up, just made it look that way.
After the last flash of light, he let me go. A few minutes later I found myself being dressed by Sandy and Larhonda. Then I was sitting in a kitchen, a well-lighted, bright room, having black coffee poured down my throat.
When the fourth cup was forced down by Dave, I suddenly realized what those white flashes had been. They were camera flashbulbs, of course. What was going on?