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Chapter  6
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 The light grazing of nipples against the heavy muscled arm,
popped Lisa's inverted left nipple and she felt the delightful
squirm of her pussy experiencing the tremor of an orgasm.
 Lisa placed her ice blue eyes on George's face.
 "I'm married George, not dead! Bill and I get along fine, but
I do what I do, and Bill does what he does. We don't own each
other."
 "As a matter of fact, I think we're just leasing, that's why
I'm not wearing a brassiere either," Lisa leaned forward,
hunching her shoulders slightly, allowing George free vision of
her succulent pink nippled breasts.
 "Like to see more of these?" Lisa purred, moving her shoulders
so her full succulent breasts quivered and shook with ripples.
 "I'm interested, what do we do about it?" The husky black
growled.
 "You've got me anytime you want me. Just whistle."
 George pursed his lips, a slow long whistle emitted from his
mouth.
 "Bill", she called out, "George and I are going to talk about
that insurance policy on the house. Do you want to come along
and talk about it now?"
 Bill, deep in conversation with Susan waved her a negative
gesture.
"You two look, I'm busy here," his eyes devouring Susan.
 Susan's infectious laughter brought giggles from the ladies
and a chuckle from Bull.
 Bill knew where Lisa and George were going. Their planned
evening was working out well. He knew that Lisa would put on
an excellent show for the tape recorder and camera that they
could watch later that night, or any other night they might
choose to watch the action.
..
 Lisa led George down the hallway to the master bedroom, where
the camera was hidden in the closet. The camera lens peeked out
between the clothing hung in the closet. Focused on the bed
and the mirror on the wall, to give the over sexed husband and
wife two views of her adventures with big George.
 George's hands slid up under her skirt, Lisa pulling away
from his hands.
 "Not so fast, my friend. Just sit down here on the bed while I
close and lock the door," Lisa slipped the lock.
 "Now, my friend I've been showing you what I've got, now it's
time to let me see what you've got. You sit down and let little
Lisa do it all for you."
 Positioning the husky black male where the camera was focused,
she sat on the edge of the bed, her heel sliding to touch the
floor switch that turned on the video camera and recorder. Lisa
reached her fingers to his zipper and drew it down, the teeth
making a soft buzzing sound as she pulled it down from his belt
buckle to his crotch.
 Her hand sought the opening, delving into the warmth of his
groin searching for the male bar at the opening of his jockey
shorts.
 Success! Her fingers touched the soft bar and drew it from
it's hiding place. Drooping like a ripe banana, his thick
skinned male organ emerged. Soft, it hung down from his open
fly, as she pulled harder unwinding his cock from it's stowed
hiding place, drawing it out to it's full length. It hung,
semi soft, semi hard, black shafted with a pinkish black,
mushroom shaped knobby head half hidden with foreskin.
 "That feel good, honey?" She asked as she stroked his heavy
foreskin lightly back and forth over the bulbous knob of his
male black cock. She knelt between his outstretched knees and
leaned forward into his crotch.
 "Better and better," was his husky low voiced answer. His cock
began to thicken as her hands fondled lovingly, touching the
silken skin lightly with her fingertips, tracing the heavy
black veins that stood from the circumference of his mighty
rod.
 She began milking his black prick from root to tip, squeezing
on the pulling stroke, lightly pushing the skin back toward his
balls on the return caress, until she was rewarded be a clear
drop of honey oozing from the deep set hole in the glans of his
pecker, which welled out, a crystal jewel of liquid sparkling
against the pink blackness of his knob.
 "I really like it when a prick starts leaking!" Lisa murmured
with a lascivious lick of her red lips. "I get turned on
something fierce when I get to swallow even just a little bit
of cum!"
 She traced the heavy swollen veins standing out from the
basalt blackness of the stem of his cock with one hand while
the other opened the tie at the side of her blouse, pulling it
open to bare her succulent breasts to him.
 His black hand covered one, squeezing and touching the soft
flesh, finger rubbing the erect nipple, coaxing it further.
 Her quick hand now pumped his prick with increasing pressure
squeezing and pulling. Juice welling from the deep hole in the
tip, began to pearl and then to run down over the knobby
head. Bending slightly forward, her pink tongue dipped into
the juice of his honey, licking it from the smooth skin. Her
palate, rewarded, savored the sticky liquid that spread to coat
her tongue and the inner surface of her mouth.
 Pumping more, the juices began to run from his glans, while
she caught another droplet then touched the opening of his
black prick to the pink nipple of her breast.
 The nipple sparkled as she coated it with the honey welling
from his cock. She ran her tight fingers to the base of his
cock milking it toward the tip, squeezing the clear honey out
to hang on his glans in a thick pearl.
 She bent, squeezing more until the quivering droplet hung,
then left the dark knob to descend slowly to her pink erect
nipple.
 The juice dripped to the tip of her nipple then clung, slowly
transferred from his cock to the tip of her breast, quivering
as she watched it, then dripped from her pointed tit in one
long spider web.
 She caught the web thin hanging droplet on her finger,
transferring it to her mouth, savoring the coating on the
membrane of her pink tongue. She was having flashbacks of the
Alameda theatre now, visualizing in fantasy the other black
prick squirting on her cunt and belly and the taste of the
black cum in her mouth. She pulled his long cock harder,
jacking him off, her hand flew on the thick black root clutched
between her grasping palm.
 "George, I've always had this fantasy, of sucking off a big
black prick and swallowing the juicy cum. I'm going to suck all
the juice from your prick, and then let it slide slowly down my
throat."
 The blonde wife bent forward, touched her pointed pink tongue
to the honey welling from the slitted hole in his black prick,
laving the head with her flickering tongue.
 Lisa rolled his heavy foreskin out from his groin, gathering
it around the head of his prick in her mouth, forcing her
flickering tongue between the heavy folds of soft skin and the
swollen head.
 She delighted in the different taste, the musky savor of skin
between his black soft foreskin and the salty taste of the
honey welling from the head of his cock.
 "That's it honey. Suck me. Suck up my juicy cock. Take it
all and suck the cum right out of my balls."
 His hoarse voice implored her to more suction, his black hands
and black fingers busy milking and squeezing her full breast
and coaching her nipples to stand up hard.
 "Uummm," her muffled answer came from deep in her throat,
around the prick in her well stuffed mouth.
 Lisa pulled back. George's black hard prick, free from her
sucking mouth, stood pounding from his groin.
 "I like the taste of your cock, George. Will you let me suck
it off, and cum in my mouth? I'd like to feel your sperm all
over the inside of my mouth and tongue, and then swallow it
all. That's been my fantasy, and now will you help me fulfill
it?"
 His big black hands cupped her head tenderly, drawing her face
back down over the thick black stalk welling milky juices onto
a thick glob of silver honey at the tip of his prick.
 Her sensitive tongue feeling the surges in his cock head as the
throbbing increased to a steady beat. Sliding her mouth farther
engulfing more and more of his prick, feeling the bulbous head
go deeper and deeper until her nose rested against his belly,
cushioned by the wiry black hair in his groin, the zipper teeth
scraping her nostrils.
 She swallowed, her throat gulping, massaging his glans with
her throat then tight lipped she pulled back, milking his cock
with her mouth, savoring the musky juice coating her oral
cavity. Twice more her mouth forced the length of his black
prick, deep throating him, when he started to shudder, his body
tensing.
 Once more her lips traveled from tip to root, then holding his
surging prick with the hand farthest from the camera lens, she
pulled her lips free and open mouthed, aimed his prick to the
opening, a distance of about five or six inches.
 She jacked and pumped the black rod, turned on by the thought
of the camera catching the juice from his balls entering her
lips, thinking of the juice spraying out from the tip of his
cock into her ready waiting and eager mouth.
 The first ropy squirt spanned the space to splash into her
mouth, a glob of silver musky juice, thick as tapioca pudding,
and she leaned slightly closer to catch the second spurted
offering, trapping it with her open mouth.
 As the squirting black prick spurted less sperm, she followed
with her mouth, closer now to the spitting squirting end of his
cock, until she had captured the last of the sticky sperm in
her open mouth.
 Slowly her lips slid over the pink black knob and sucking she
pulled all of his still pulsing prick into her mouth, feeling
it soften. Lisa's fingers tightened at the base of his prick,
squeezing the thick shaft upwards, her fingers on top of his
rod, thumb underneath as she slowly squeezed the sticky hot cum
from his prick, watching the pearly sperm form on the clefted
black glans.
 Her head slowly bent over his cock, as she began to lick at
the sperm with the tip of her tongue, swirling her pointed pink
tongue into the hole. Licking up all of his sticky silver juice
from the tip of his knob, down to his balls, cleaning off all
of the escaped wetness, then pulled his cock back into her
mouth.
 Gently sucking at the lump of flesh, savoring the juices and
the feel of the softening satin smooth skin. Lisa suckled at
his sperm, catching and holding the glob of hot sperm, then
turning her head slightly to face the hidden VCR camera, the
avidly prick sucking blonde allowed droplets of his juice to
escape from the corners of her mouth, for the camera.
 Pulling his cock back, George began to draw it from her lips,
while she sucked it like a large, fat piece of spaghetti, until
it fell from her lips with an audible pop.
 "Now it's my turn. My turn to suck you off, Lisa."
 The husky black male leaned forward, holding Lisa's shoulders
with his big hands as he pulled he forward and up onto the bed.
 "George, I'd rather not, we've been in here so long that
someone will wonder what happened to us, and besides, when I
get a tongue in my pussy, I like to keep it there one long
time."
 "To hell with the others," George growled.
 "Well, at least think of my husband out there," Lisa smiled
demurely, eyes cast down, trying to look as virginal as
possible.
 "I do have a marriage and a reputation to protect, but I'd
sure take a rain check for some time later, maybe even later
tonight, if this party ever gets livened up like I think that
it will, especially if you help it along by sexing it up out
there with the other girls."
 "You mean you want me to help you turn this party into an
orgy?"
 "Now that would be fun, wouldn't it George. How would you
like to fuck one of the girls out there? And which one would
you like to fuck, besides me?"
 "Well," his brow furrowed with thought, "I've already fucked
Betty plenty of times, and you would be my next choice, but I'd
like to fuck that little blonde sexy bitch Susan, too."
 "Then why don't you help me out and let's get sexy out there
with the others until we get a full blown swinging orgy
started."
 "I'll do it, let's go get the fucking started."
 "Slow down now," Lisa's voice calmed down the big ex football
player, "we've got to play this cool, letting the others warm
up a little slow if we want to get a real swinging orgy
started. We might get them all a little drunk, and relax any
inhibitions they may have. Then when they are all relaxed and
happy, then bang, we fuck all of them!"
 George broke into laughter at her light hearted planning, not
really sure if she was kidding him, or really planning a full
blown orgy for the group tonight.
 "Are you serious, Lisa?"
 "You bet your ass I'm serious, do you want to help out, and
then fuck Susan, or not?"
 "Sure, I'll help. What do you want me to do?"
 "Here is what we'll do, as soon as we get around to it, later
this evening, we'll ...
...

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
conversation, 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
considering 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 it's 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.
 His foreskin, lay in thick and heavy folds surrounding the
neck of his prick. Lisa's soft fingers moved the heavy folds
of wrinkled skin up to almost cover the glans, them back slowly
over the neck of his cock until the head was uncovered and
throbbing in her hands. Each time she covered and uncovered his
lusty cock with his foreskin, a small seepage of honey
emitted from the slitted opening.
 For all the length of his cock, the glans head was small and
almost flat, tapered at the bottom but straight at the top.
Rounded and spongy to her touch, responsive to the suggestive
caresses her tender fingertips traced over the smooth slick
surface.
 It was much larger than her husband's root, or even George's
prick. Lisa thought and compared the other four cocks she'd
had. This one beat them all in length, maybe even a little in
thickness. The hole in the head was a long slit instead of the
dimple she was familiar with, seeping honey that oiled the
slippery glans beneath the foreskin as she pumped on it.
 Softly running her hands over the massive organ, Lisa weighed
and marveled at the weight, hefted the hairy testicles hanging
with bunched wrinkled skin below the hardened shaft, slowly
moving her fingers from testicles to glans, tracing the blue
veins swelling and pulsing under the skin.
 Again, moving from root to tip, the sensuous blonde wife
squeezed harder at his shaft, milking it and bringing a soft
groan from Bull's lips.
 Her milking motion brought a pearl of honey lubrication
juice welling up on the long slitted opening. Each time the
sensuous blonde housewife pumped the heavy foreskin on his
prick, another small pearl of honey emerged to perch on the
slitted opening.
 Lisa's pink tongue, slipped from between her red lips, pointed
at the slit as she brought her face closer and closer to his
cock.
 "That's it baby, go ahead and suck it all," Bull's macho voice
intoned at her.
 "That's me, just call me Suzi Spermbreath, because I love to
suck cocks!" Lisa giggled.
 Her tongue darted into the slippery slit at the head of his
cock, into the gooey liquid pooling there, to retract back into
her hot mouth with the viscous liquid clinging to her tongue.
Savoring the sticky wetness clinging to her tongue, the
sensuous blonde wife scraped her teeth over the head of his
purple headed spongy prick, letting him feel the edges of her
sharp white teeth on his organ, bringing another groan from his
lips as his hips moved slightly trying to slide more of his
cock into Lisa's questing mouth.
 "Suck it harder, let me feel your teeth again, and I'll coat
your tonsils."
 Lisa pulled back, looking up at Bull standing by the bed.
 "I don't want you to come in my mouth, silly, I want you to
come inside my pussy. Some other time I'd love to suck you
off, but right now I'd rather just fuck you."
 "Just one more quick suck, and then I'll fuck your brains
out," Bull's voice turned even more macho.
 Lisa moved her mouth quickly over the swollen head of his
cock, her flickering tongue covering the head, laving the
smoothness of his pounding cock with her tongue, applying even
more suction to the slitted opening, pulling the slippery juice
out of his prick into her mouth.
 With one more deep penetration, Lisa moved her head slowly,
allowing his cock to slip from her questing lips until slick
with the excess saliva from her mouth coated his glans and half
of the shaft of his oversized organ.
 "You're going to have to take it easy when you put that thing
inside my pussy Bull. That's some awesome piece of machinery
you have, and it's a lot bigger than the finger I have in my
cunt now. Stand back just a minute while I get ready for
you. She paused and looked at him again.
 "Would you mind fucking me dog fashion? I'd really like that,
and we wouldn't have to get undressed for it."
 Bull's head nodded.
 "Any way you like it, sweet lady. It'll be my pleasure to fuck
you any way you want, just as long as I get to fuck you."
 Lisa moved up off the bed, twirled and flinging her skirt up
over her waist, bent over the edge of the bed, watching in the
mirror to get just the correct computed angle for the camera,
and presented her bare ass and curly tufted cunt to him.
 Holding to the edge of the bed with her arms, bent over at
the waist, her cunt was at the same level as his huge cock.
 Peering into the mirror at the reflection of the camera lens
in the closet, Lisa pivoted slightly, hoping to get the best
camera angle, knowing the camera was going to get the rear view
of his ass and her cunt.
 "Can you drop your pants, dear, I want to feel your balls on
my ass, and I can't do that if your pants are on."
 Bull's trousers sunk down his legs to the floor.
 His meaty organ hanging down at a forty five degree angle, the
head lower than the lowest part of his hairy testicles,
bloated, as his hand grasped his thick foreskin, jacking off
his cock to keep it hard. Filling rapidly, stiffening until the
bluish veins stood out and the glans turned dark purple.
Holding and caressing her curved buttocks, Bull moved a step
closer until his cock touched her curved, clefted ass.
 He centered his cock head, slippery with honey and Lisa's
saliva to the slitted opening she presented. The sensual
feeling of exposing herself to the men in the other room, the
blow job she'd given to Harry's black cock, and now the sight
and licking of Bull's male organ had lubricated her loins until
the juice welled from the tight swollen lips coating even the
soft blonde curly pussy hair.
 Bull stepped close behind Lisa, his prick nudging at the
curved flanks, dipping lower until it centered at the hairy
opening she presented with her ass waving slightly.
 Bull leaned his weight against the hot blonde housewife, the
head of his prick slid into her opening like butter, smoothly
sliding inside her belly, the narrow head of his prick an arrow
for his root to follow.
 He gently pressed his length into her wet cunt as she moaned
her pleasure, wriggling her ass the help him insert the entire
log deep in her cunt. It slithered into her womb, a serpent of
lusty dimensions. She put one hand between her legs, groping
for his balls, delighted to feel how much of his organ she had
captured on the first stroke. Sucking George's prick had made
her wet enough with lubricating juices that Bull's tennis
handle cock slipped into her womb without pausing or forcing.
...