Chapter 6

I suppose that most men are curious about almost every fetish at one time or another, but women, on the other hand tend to develop their own small list of favourites and stick with them for quite awhile. Jodi and Jessica had fetishes for the unusual, bizarre, exciting and the taboo. Luckily, they weren’t attracted to the smelly, addictive, permanently disfiguring, or painful (although a little pain at the right moment could be useful). The sisters were a team, a polished set of nymphomaniacs that created their own unique worlds of events and practices that shocked the most liberal voyeur. But, that is exactly the reaction they were seeking. They achieved personal victories in their lives by being the best at the things that people loved to watch or think about, but would never seek out themselves. However, the girls had amazing success in introducing many of their friends and acquaintances to practicing much of what they felt was forbidden.

What made their acts even more shocking was who these two were. Two young housewives, good looking blonde sisters that would turn any man’s head, with figures that were slim, trim and borderline perfect. Who would believe that they liked to fuck and suck horses, dogs and other animals? Who could guess that these mothers exposed themselves in public (actually legal in their state), and held afternoon parties at home where they invited men to have sex with them and their closest friends? What would their parents say if they knew that they had a fetish for black cock, and that they loved to drink and be covered in hot semen, cold semen, any semen?

The strangeness of this reality had real bite, because these women were not whores, just sluts. Not the trashy slut one would imagine, but they were innocent looking, soft spoken, intelligent women who were masters at turning the tables to suit their pleasure. They were masters in manipulating people, husbands, other wives, and their lovers. They allowed themselves to be mastered through enticement. They played with pregnancy and forbidden taboos for their enjoyment, and they did everything to its fullest extent. It was the contrast that got them off. The contrast of their appearances, their stations in life, and their images compared to the impacts of being found out, of being seen, and even of having intercourse with black men.

The two girls manipulated their lives, their families, friends, and the members of their sex club to perfection. Everyone knew these things were forbidden, but were involved in such a way that the attraction was overwhelming and seemed justified by the girls’ innocence. They mixed the couples in their club by assigning husbands to different wives as swing partners, and, in some cases, they gave a wife to a favoured member as their piece of property to develop or destroy sexually. Such was their gift of Mia to me. The young dark haired housewife, coaxed into infidelity by the sisters, was excited about her new lifestyle, and couldn’t wait to experience more. The hair colour of my life’s sex partner went from blonde to black at my wife’s bequest as a reward for offering my approval of her black sexing. And Mia? She was happy to finally put her blossoming sexuality into practice.

My balls ached with pleasure having just emptied them into Mia’s mouth. I really didn’t care what my wife and her sister were thinking during that momentary pause between fucks, but obviously they were pleased with their handy work. Now they could relax and get back to the sexing they had arranged for themselves before my untimely interruption. Two down and four to go in the first round, and girls were just warming up.

Jessica rolled off the cock in her pussy and grabbed a nearby face towel that was strategically available, having been stuffed between the huge cushions of the room. She wiped the dripping semen from her slit, and invited, “Ok, boys, who’s next?” She turned to the man on her right saying, “C’mon, boy. You want some white girl?” She specifically used the term “boy,” and said in a mocking way, knowing that the black man wouldn’t like being called boy. Her sister, Jodi joined her in repeating the insult, “Yeah, boy. Come and get it.” They both knew that, although it wasn’t taken seriously, the men would tend to pound them even harder for their indiscretion.

The mood was playful. “Hey, boy! Get yo black dick ova hea!” mocked Jessica. “Oooweeee, child. I is goin’ to fuck yo little white ass, so get it ova hea so this boy kin pork his little white bitch!” was the answer as the man dangled his black meat over her white body. The man turned her around so she was on her hands and knees, and he approached her from behind. Rubbing his schlong through her slit to juice it up, he then plunged into her cunt, stretching her little white lips wide to the side. My wife moaned her pleasure and closed her eyes as she easily took the massive cock deep inside. The first cock had already loosened her, and her cervix was dilated to allow easier penetration. The man thrust forward, and she thrust back, wiggling her small ass as if to work more of his meat inside her. Jess was expert in working a huge cock into her cunt, and especially liked the thick ones, since as she put it, “stretch me so wide and fill me up like I’m having a baby.” The third man in the trio worked his way around to her front, and lay down offering his black meat to her face. Jess’s blonde head immediately went to work on his dick, and soon she was being impaled by black meat both front and back. She always said that she loved double and triple penetrations, and I pretty much figured she must have been in heaven about now. There was always one subtle little thing that my wife did that only Jodi and I could recognize. She would slow her thrusts and ease onto the cock that was fucking her to seat it against her cervical opening. Then, with a characteristic flip of her pelvis, she would pop the cock head through her cervix and into her uterus. The men being surprised by the action, and realizing what they had just done, would get incredibly hard, and their prick would swell, tightening the grip from her cervical ring. So it was that the flip of the ass came, and I knew that she had a black man’s pee hole hovering over her fertile eggs as it was oozing pre cum.

Jodi didn’t wait to watch her sister, but dug right into her own two unsatisfied customers after wiping down her sopping cunt. “Hop on, boys. Ok, how do you want me?” she said as she took her turn with the blacks. Seeing Jessica get a double, the men on Jodi decided that they wanted to double fuck her too, so they had her start on her hands and knees as one of them inserted himself into her pussy and pumped away. After several minutes, the man pulled out, holding himself tight by the base of his cock. As Jodi sucked on the cock of the man in front of her, the man behind her began penetrating her asshole. With the aid of some spit and her relaxing, he managed to insert the bulbous head through her sphincter, and finally up her poop chute. She knelt hopelessly impaled by the butt on a frantically plunging black dong that couldn’t care less about her safety. But Jodi was a pro, and she took the massive tool to the hilt, stretching her tiny pink hole to accommodate the thick black meat. The man thrust until his balls slapped against her pussy lips and clit, which excited her even more. Then, reaching around her front, he grabbed hold of her breasts, hung on, and rolled onto his back with his cock still up Jodi’s butt. The second man didn’t need coaching, and he approached her waiting red pussy with black rod in hand. Within seconds, Jodi had two massive black cocks inside her belly, probing from front and back, filling her with dark male flesh. The heat from their bodies mingled into a sweaty mass, and Jodi performed her own matching pussy dance by flicking her pelvis down with all her weight. The prick in her cunt popped through her cervix and entered her womb, burying itself up to the balls that now slapped against the balls of the man below. Fully filled, Jodi leaned back using her arms to support her and let the two black bucks fuck her to their hearts’ content. Her long blonde hair hung straight from her head across the dark face of the man screwing her ass, and its scent only drove him to push harder into the little woman.

The sisters were enjoying their simultaneous intercourse as the beat of the music drove their passions. This is what they had come for. This was their game, their slave game. To be used like whores, to be fucked like sluts, to be used by huge black masters as small white woman slaves. To please their masters in any way they wanted, without regard to themselves, their safety, or the possibility of pregnancy. Indeed, the mere thought of an accident like that drove the sisters to frenzied whirlwinds of sexual turmoil. Such was their passion that they lost themselves in the moment, and threw all sense of control away. “Fuck me. Fuck me, you black bastards!” Jodi yelled. “Stretch my cunt! Plow my white ass, homeboy!” she prayed without sense or respect. She was tossing her head from side to side, waving her long blond hair wildly as she drove them on to fuck her harder.

My wife was no stranger to her own loss of self-control, and shouted instructions of, “Oh, yeah, baby. Push your black meat in me. Slowly, slowly. Yeah, that’s it. Feel my tight little collar. Aren’t those black balls ready to pump me? Don’t you want to fill me up? C’mon, you black fucker. Pump this white girl! Stretch my pussy, honey. You want to put a baby in me? You’re right there, baby. All you need to do is empty your balls. Those big hard black balls. Are they full? Are they full of hot sperm for me? Get your hose to flush me out, baby.” Jessica kept it up, pushing the men to fuck her hard in both her face and cunt. I had never hear words like that coming out of her mouth, but I had to admit that it was mind blowing to hear her talk like that. It was her secret life that I was listening to, the secret Jessica that she only showed in her wildest moments.

As the two blondes fucked on, Mia and I watched in amazement. She with a constant flood of lubrication, and I with what seemed like a permanent hard on, kept our eyes glued to the action no more than twelve feet away. The man fucking my wife’s face was getting impatient by her constant jabbering, and pulled her head down on his cock. She willingly allowed the black meat to penetrate her throat, and soon she was skewered front and with black cock. The two sisters were quite a sight, bobbing up, down and around on their loving invaders. Their tits bounced in whatever direction they could before being captured and squeezed by some big black mitt of a hand.

The girls were really in seventh heaven, being the centre of so much male attention and they fucked on with a steady rhythm as if they were dancing to the music. I couldn’t keep my cock from standing on end, and Mia must have thought that I was the stud of studs, thinking to herself, “no wonder this guy is in Jodi’s inner circle. He’s a machine!” Machine, indeed, I have no idea why I was turned on so much by a scene that should have turned me off. However, there I was, boner in Mia’s hand, with balls aching to produce sperm in overtime mode. When I looked down at Mia’s body, I found that I wasn’t the only one who was hard. Her nipples were like the ends of a cue stick, and her clitoris was putting on its best female version of a hard on. The little knob was protruding like a champ, ready to be sucked to another climax that Mia had discovered she could have one after another.

Back and forth, in and out, the blonde housewives were indeed getting fucked and fucked hard. The men had also lost control, and were pounding them for all they were worth. “Watch,” Mia said excitedly, “watch their balls. They’ll pull up tight when they come.” And she was right, it didn’t take long for the girls to get their fill of hot sperm. Four sets of black balls contracted and started spewing hot semen from black body to white body. When the girls felt the streams of heat, they too were engulfed in a huge climax, realizing that they were being filled. The steady streams of warm semen flooded the girls’ wombs, dropping gob after gob of seed over their eggs. Pulse after pulse, the thick white fluid was sprayed into their bodies as the men grabbed the girls’ breasts, asses, or anything they could get their hands on.

“Drink this bitch!” the man yelled as he took my wife by her hair and pulled her head over his cock. He buried himself up to his balls, holding her nose up against his pubic bone, resting her chin on his throbbing ball sack. His massive cock had stiffened and plunged straight down her throat, cutting off her air, and spewing forth its red hot body fluid into her belly. Jessica held her breadth and allowed the spunk to flow, feeling the bulging head spread her throat muscles as the black man’s jism squirted out his pee hole deep into her mouth. Filled from the front and filled from the back, my wife was now truly the men’s cum receptacle.

Only a few feet away, Jodi was getting filled with her own loads of white stuff. Her uterus was getting splashed with baby seed from the huge black dick in her pussy, while the massive throbbing piece of meat swelled and stretched her asshole from behind. Exhausted, she could no longer support her weight, and her entire body fell onto the impaling spears. As her weight forced the black meat deep inside her, the tools continued to spurt their life giving fluid into her young white flesh. She was stretched wide, front and back, helpless to extract the large penetrating penises from her holes. She could only shudder in climax, and feel herself take on the extra fluids. Within seconds, she was once again filled with sperm, and glowed with the realization and excitement of possible pregnancy.

What a wonderfully erotic sight of watching the two sisters getting fucked by black men, writhing about in true animal lust, then coming back to earth as their bodies slid together in a mass of sweat. The two blondes were really getting their wish, and the black men were really enjoying a unique gift. A gift they wouldn’t soon forget from the girls, and their good friend Jerry. The room was again visible, and my concentration relaxed now that I knew my wife and her sister were full of black cum. The satisfied looks on their faces told me they were really happy, and their weekend was living up to expectations.

“Oh, yeah!” Chandler yelled out loud, bellowing like a bull moose, full of pride and satisfaction. Both girls smiled and cooed in the limelight of the moment. The entire throng stretched in pleasure.

“Hey, bro! I just fucked your wife,” said Chandler in a relaxed tone of voice, as he looked up to the loft at Mia and me.

“I can see that. And a fine job you did too!” I answered. He nodded his acclamation, and I saluted him.

“Whew! Anyone besides me care for a drink?” asked Jodi. Everyone voiced their agreement, and Jerry “commanded” his slaves to fetch a round for everyone. The blond femmes leaped up with surprising energy after having just been ravaged, and made their way over to the wet bar. With tits jiggling as they walked, I realized that the dance floor had disappeared, and thick cushy white padding to match the rest of the room covered the area. The girls looked as if they were walking over a huge mattress.

Jerry’s innovation in décor included a remote controlled dance floor that slid under the other padding in the room, while other padding followed and replaced it as it moved. The motion was so slow, that one could be standing on the floor and not notice its movement. By the time the first round of fucking was done, the entire area was replaced with heavy padding, making the entire room virtually one wall to wall bed. The humps and hills were still there providing contours in which people sat, reclined, or got into any position they wished. As it was, everyone was lounging in some valley of padding, resting their backs so they could enjoy their drinks. When the girls returned, they carried one drink in each hand, and headed back to the bar as each was passed out. Another push of a button, and Jerry grinned at the men’s reactions when compartments, which were buried in the deep cushions, flipped open to reveal cup holders and small polished wood trays.