Chapter 7

Honey, that’s the best I’ve ever had. “You are the greatest,” as our friend Ali say’s, and I’ll follow your lead to see if we can get your party to go into a full blown orgy.”

He pulled her to her feet and planted a wet kiss on her cum coated lips, his tongue probing and flickering where his black cock had spurted, just moments before.

Lisa felt for the recorder switch with her heel, as he kissed her, turning off the recorder and camera, leading George back to the living room.

Acting very casual, George and Lisa obtained new drinks and over George’s shoulder, she nodded at her husband and smiled, signifying that she’s been filled with a male cock, while that action between herself and her black lover was recorded on video tape.

Bill’s eyebrows came back down from his unspoken question as his index finger and thumb made a circle to signify completion of phase one, of their plans.

Lisa began phase two, by engaging Bull and Polly in animated conver- sation, joined by George, Lisa began to warm up Bull by almost thrusting her breasts out of her blouse.

Each time her eyes looked at Bull’s, his eyes were deep into the cleavage, lusting after the full swelling of her tits. She let him know that she knew his eyes were on her tits, writhing a little to set them quivering, and that she liked to have her tits looked over.

Bull took a deep breath, still staring down the vee in her blouse. “Where’s your bathroom, Lisa?”

“All the way at the end of the hall. Use the bath in the master bedroom. Come on with me, since I’ve got to pee too, I’ll use the front bathroom,” Lisa grinned at him, holding out her hand for his hand to lead him.

They parted at the front bathroom door. Lisa letting go of Bull’s hand as she started through the door.

“I hope everything comes out all right,” Bull’s humorous voice grinned at her. “Oh, I’m certain it will,” Lisa grinned back.

Lisa closed the door behind her, paused a few seconds to allow Bull to proceed to the bathroom in the master bedroom, then opening it to tip toe into the master bedroom. Closing and locking the master bedroom door very quietly, and with caution that the turning of the lock made no sounds.

Making no noise, she tip toed to the door of the bathroom, leaning her ear to the door, listening to the noise of Bull in the toilet, the water sounds of piss splashing into the water of the bowl issued from the closed door, followed by the sound of the flushing toilet.

Moving quickly, Lisa drew away from the door and to the bed, seating herself on the edge of the bed again, recorder turned on, Lisa opened the slit in her skirt and began to rub the clefted opening of her overheated cunt.

When Bull exited the bathroom, his hands busy fastening the zipper on his fly, his eyes fell on Lisa sitting posed for him, on the bed. Her skirt open, her busy finger sunk into the top of her pussy, as her wide ice blue eyes stared into his. Her fingers stopped moving while she sat frozen for a few seconds looking full into his eyes, her finger again began sliding over the wet and swollen lips of her cunt. Parting the lips gently with her finger, Lisa moved the tip over the erect bud of her clit. Slowly slipping into the swelled lips of her pink pussy her finger glinted with sticky honey.

Bull’s deep voice almost cracked as he spoke.

“Jesus, Lisa. Couldn’t you wait until the party was over before you started finger fucking yourself?”

“Not really Bull,” her sultry voice slow. “I just got turned on thinking about you and decided to put my fingers in my pussy for a little while.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have something else in there, Lisa?”

“Yes I’d really like something else in here. Have you got anything in mind that I could fill this with? I do like to have my pussy filled any time I can.”

“Oh, I have something to fill it with all right, I have fingers, a tongue or a big cock! Which one would you like, or maybe all three.”

Lisa cocked her head to the side, a parody of thought, as if consid- ering his offer.

“Well, let’s see now. I do like to have a finger in my pussy, and I certainly do like to have a tongue in there too, but if it’s a really big cock, then I think that I’d really rather have it in me. Have you really got a big cock Bull? I do know that when we all met at that swimming pool party in San Jose, I couldn’t take my eyes off the front of your trunks.”

The sudden jump of his prick was outlined by his tight brown trousers, the fabric stretching with the quick engorgement of blood to his cock.

Bull grinned down at the beautiful and sensuous blonde wife.

“Big, and long and hard besides. Just look here at what you do to me when you play with your pussy, like you’re doing now.”

Lisa looked where Bull was pointing. His finger indicated the bulge in the front of his trousers, the bulky outline of his male sex swelling the fabric of his slacks, turgid and filled with lust.

“I only believe what I see, and so far all I see is clothing, I don’t see any big cock yet. You might have a potato stuffed in there for all I can tell from here.”

“Watch closely, and I’ll let you be the judge, and the jury too, if you want, as to whether it’s a potato, or more cock than you can handle.”

“I really don’t think that there is such a thing as more cock than I can handle, and I want it. I really want. Right now, I want to see it.”

Lisa purred, her fingers still probing the softness of her cunt. The oily wetness from her lubricating juices coating the red nail polish at the tips of her fingers.

Her eyes dropping to stare at his groin as he drew his zipper from the top catch to the bottom of his fly.

Lisa’s eyes widened as his prick came out, and came out, and came out. George’s cock looked like a banana, but Bull’s prick looked like the handle of a tennis racket. So long that it drooped under its own weight. His cock stood out from his belly straining to hold itself erect. Lisa’s pussy spasmed just looking at the awesome handle on the man.

“Gawd! Now I know why they call you Bull. The name fits your cock. You’re built like a god damn bull!”

He stepped forward, his cock bobbling, until it was level with Lisa’s eyes. “Try it, you’ll like it.”

“If I lick it, will I like it better?”

“I don’t know if you’ll like it better, but I’ll like it better if you’ll lick it!” Lisa giggled up at Bull, still staring at his lusty prick. Her hands grasped and held his huge prick, fondling the heavy weight of meat. Stroking and pumping, she felt it expanding under her caresses until the glans, swollen and seeping with moisture, gleamed with engorged blood.