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Chapter 16 Successful Afternoon
“Let’s switch to hetero,” said Marshall glancing at his wristwatch.
I was kneeling on the floor with both their cocks in my mouth when Marshall announced a gender change in the oral sex portion of the examination. Jean’s head popped up from between Suzanne’s legs then returned for a final lick or two.
I reluctantly dropped my handhold from their buttocks and allowed their saliva-coated cock to leave my mouth.
“Don’t worry, Tom. You’ll get a chance to suck it some more,” said Ralph sensing my disappointment.
“Do me first, Tom,” said Connie falling back on the bed positioning her sex right at the edge.
I suppose you don’t join a sex club unless you like sex a lot. Our examiners were demonstrating a deep-seated love affair with the processes of procreation.
Suzanne climbed up on the bed straddling Connie’s face. She took hold of Connie’s ankles and pulled them back under her armpits. “I’ll hold her ankles for you, Tom. Show us how much you like to eat chocolate.”
I had never had a black woman. A beautiful cocoa colored pussy lay before me. The labia were small and symmetrical. There was a tiny v-shaped patch of curly black hair pointing down at a fully activated clit hovering above a pink vagina opening I found incredibly inviting.
I couldn’t help but notice how wet Connie was as I leaned forward placing my hands on her upper thighs for support. I couldn’t tell whether it was Jean’s saliva or Connie’s glands, probably both. All I could say for sure was there was a thick coating of wet covering her sex and oozing out of her vagina.
“I hope you like your pussy juicy, Tommie,” said Connie smiling down at me as I lowered my head.
“We call her, The Juicer,” added Marshall whose knob was receiving Jean’s attention.
This was the part of the exam I felt most confident. “I love it juicy,” I said as I used my tongue to scoop up a couple of tablespoons. It was thicker than water but thinner than honey and the flavor sent a powerful signal to my brain. I stuck my tongue out to show Connie and Suzanne then swallowed it.
“Ooh, that’s nasty but nice, Tom. Now show us what a good slave you are and get me off,” said Connie positioning her face under Suzanne’s vagina. Suzanne reached down to fork her fingers around her clit so Connie’s tongue would have a clear path to her love button.
Making Connie climax was a labor of love and none too difficult. I loved the way she tasted. When it comes to cunnilingus, I have no inhibitions. I swept my tongue over her adorable brown hole pausing to savor the musky flavor of the wrinkled skin. I teased her opening with the tip of my tongue then moved upward to the vagina and clitoris. A glance over her mons showed Suzanne’s clit was the recipient of serious tongue action.
I pressed the pad of my thumb against Connie’s sphincter as I worked my tongue between her vagina and her clit. The Juicer proved she deserved her nickname as I kept up my attack. Connie contorted her body as le petit mort swept broke over her like a July thunderstorm. I continued to work my station until she was done.
Connie slipped out from under Suzanne and off the edge of the bed to embrace me for an exploratory trip around the inside of my mouth using her tongue as a probe. I made a mental note that if black men really did not like to go down, they were missing a good thing.
“I hope you like to eat butt, Tom,” said Suzanne taking Connie’s place. Connie settled her recently climaxed and dripping cunt over her partner’s face. Suzanne’s long pointed tongue leaped into action. Connie signaled Suzanne’s desire for analingus by bending her legs back to the point her sphincter was at eye level.
“Eat her ass first, you nasty man slut,” moaned Connie as her love button experienced the power of Suzanne’s tongue.
I placed my hands on Suzanne’s buttocks using my thumbs to stretch her butthole open. There was a thin ring of curly hair surrounding her brownie. I looked Suzanne in the eye then I leaned down and licked around her anus parting the hair in a different direction; then pressing the tip of my tongue into the partially open asshole.
“Eat my backdoor, Tom. Show me how much you love butthole,” said Suzanne.
I pressed my lips and tongue hard against her sphincter, burrowing into her tight hole. The point of my tongue forced its way past the ring of muscle that guarded her opening. I felt fingertips brush against the top of my head followed by the sound of flesh slapping flesh.
“Smack that dirty slut’s pussy,” chanted Connie as she delivered a series of none too gentle palm slaps to Suzanne’s vulva. I rimmed Suzanne until the slapping ceased then transferred my oral attention upward.
Once again, the object of my oral affection was primed and it wasn’t long before Suzanne proved she belonged to that select group of women who scream their way to orgasm.
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“This next part is called Slave Sodomy. Its how male slaves in the old South were sodomised by master,” said Marshall. “Get on your knees and put the side of your face flat on the floor.”
I heard him in spite of the negative way my hearing had been affected when Suzanne hit the Big O and celebrated by crushing my head between her muscular thighs as she screamed curses and flopped around like a landed marlin. Connie maintained her position straddling a bucking Suzanne with a death grip on her nipples that left them an inch longer than before.
My Uncle Larry was a Civil War buff who taught American History at Vincennes University. He’d even written several books on the subject but somehow I doubted he had ever heard of Slave Sodomy.
“Tom, turn your head to face Jean,” said Ralph.
When I turned, Jean’s face was no more than six inches away. Ralph put his hands on the back of our heads and slid us together until our lips were touching.
“Jean, share with Tom,” said Marshall from his position at Jean’s rear.
Jean smiled, pressed her lips against mine. Instinctively, I opened my mouth. Jean spat several tablespoons of a viscous liquid into my mouth. Its salty flavor gave it away.
“Enjoy your snowball, Tom,” said Ralph. Fortunately, snowball was already defined in my slang dictionary. Several of the girls I dated in high school were snowball enabled. Still, those snowballs had been composed of my very own semen where this was Ralph’s or Marshall’s, perhaps a little of both.
I showed my snowball savvy by spitting the contents of my mouth back into Jean’s. We repeated the swap several times before we engaged in a lustful spate of serious tongue kissing and face licking that left both our mouths covered in spunk.
Jean stuck out her tongue and licked her lips then grinned at me. She seemed to have the capacity to enjoy anything as long as it involved sex.
I felt a finger touch my anus then smear it with a lubricant. I could see Connie was working on Jean’s butthole so Suzanne must be doing mine. The right side of face was pressed against the carpet. My rear was pointed toward the ceiling. A finger entered my hole and worked its way in a circle. Suzanne took hold of my cock and wanked it as she inserted a second finger.
“Ever been cornholed, Tom,” asked Ralph placing his hands on my buttocks spreading my cheeks.
I had never even heard the term cornholed before but given the context and the fact the word contained the four-letter word hole; I understood what he meant. “Only with a dildo,” I answered.
“Well, It’s my lucky day. I get your cherry. You’re in for a treat,” said Ralph. “Isn’t he Suzanne?”
“He’ll love it. Tom’s got a tight hole,” said Suzanne working her lubricant coated fingers around the inside of my rectum stretching my sphincter. “Tommy’s a lucky slave because Ralph loves to bareback white boys their first time.”
I could feel Jean’s breath on my face as she moaned in response to whatever Connie was doing to her sphincter. Suzanne had several fingers in mine and they were in contact with my prostate so I joined Jean in a chorus of moans.
“He’s ready,” said Suzanne pulling her fingers out of my ass.
A moment later Ralph placed his foot on the side of my face pinning my head to the floor. It was dog style with a difference. Ralph had one knee on the floor behind me. His other leg was angled across my back with the sole of his foot covering the side of my face. Jean’s face was pressed to the carpet by Marshall’s foot. Somebody, I assume was Suzanne, was wanking my penis performing long smooth strokes that began at the base of my balls and ended when her fingers slipped off the tip of my dick.
I felt a blunt object knocking on my backdoor. It knocked twice then went on in causing me to groan.
“Hear that,” asked Ralph? “There’s no sweeter sound than the one a white man makes when a black cock glides into his ass.”
I moaned my agreement as Ralph went as deep as he could while using one hand to separate my buttocks. At maximum depth, he savored the moment twisting his hips to make me feel the presence of his cock in my lower bowel.
“Stirring your shit, Tom,” said Ralph making short thrusts.
“Black balls and white balls, I just love to play with balls,” said Suzanne as she playfully wrapped both her hand around our scrotums and gently pressed them together.
For reasons unknown, I found this marriage of testicles extremely erotic. “Oh, that’s so nice,” I moaned as Suzanne played handball with one hand while she gave my cock long slow strokes with the other. She had a way of coming off the tip that was driving me insane.
After a few rounds of ball play, she maneuvered her head between my legs to take the head of my cock in her mouth for a tongue wash. She formed her lips on the underside of my mushroom and locked on tight, whipping her tongue over the piss hole. Only the cock ring kept me from draining my balls in her mouth.
In spite of Ralph’s foot, I could see Marshall was identically mounted on Jean.
“In Dixieland, the Master robbed his male slaves of their manhood and dignity by sodimising them in the middle of the cotton fields while the other slaves watched,” said Ralph. “It degraded the black man in the eyes of his family and people.”
“Jean, this does not pertain directly to you; but we thought you’d still love a good ass fucking,” said Marshall whose cock was gracing the inside of Jean’s rectum. Connie was on her back between Jean’s legs licking her clit.
“I adore a good ass fucking,” said Jean her voice distorted by the weight of Marshall’s foot pressing her mouth into the carpet.
“That’s not strictly true, Marshall,” said Ralph who at the moment would be robbing me of my manhood if we were in the middle of a field surrounded by a throng of Caucasian cotton pickers. “Masters frequently sodomized female slaves while working in the field.”
Their conversation was causing me to consider Southern agriculture in a different light.
“I know that but female slaves expected the Master to sodomize them. They didn’t feel degraded by the act,” said Marshall.
“Wouldn’t bother me in the least to have my face shoved down in the dirt with a white man sticking his dick in my butt while everyone watched,” said Connie. “How about you, Suzanne?”
“I’d feel mighty proud especially if my husband and family were there to see me taking Master up my ass,” said Suzanne taking my cock out of her mouth to comment.
I later learned Marshall and Ralph worked together at a brokerage firm in downtown Indianapolis. Connie was assistant principal of an inner city middle school and Suzanne was a hospital administrator. Yet, they seemed to know a lot about the sexual practices of, as they liked to call it, Dixie.
However, I agree there is something incredibly degrading about having the sole of a foot pressed along the side of your face while you’re being fucked. I suppose it symbolized being under the Master’s boot. He was not only invading your person in a most intimate way, he was driving his point home by holding your head down with his bare sole.
Of course, in some cultures, sodimising a reluctant male is considered a way of displaying cultural superiority and dominance. One of my college friends was arrested for possession on spring break in Cancun. The Federales took all his dope and money, beat the shit out of him, and butt fucked his ass for hours before taking him back to his hotel. He spent some time in therapy recovering from the mental anguish of being repeatedly ass fucked in the prison courtyard while several hundred Mexicans cheered.
On the other hand being degraded sexually was why white people like me joined the club. Corrine and I were there for sex, humiliation, and degradation, not necessarily in that order. My cock was hard as a rock and if there hadn’t been a leather strap baring my sperm from escaping I would have blasted Suzanne’s tonsils.
“Lick my foot, Slave,” said Marshall relaxing the pressure so Jean could turn her head slightly to pass her tongue along the underside.
“You too, Tom,” said Ralph following his lead.
There was definitely something hyper erotic about licking Ralph’s sole while he fucked my ass. Corrine agreed with me when we discussed it afterwards. Ralph and Marshall picked up the pace, pounding away. I was grunting like a pig each time Ralph’s penis make a trip. They both finished in a frenzy of ass pounding, punctuated by curses and stinging open palmed slaps to our flanks.
When a sweating, out of breath Ralph allowed his cock to soften and pop out of my anus, I felt a trickle of warm semen drip down on my balls. Suzanne stayed in place for a minute capturing the seepage with her open mouth. Definitely hard-core take-no-prisoners sex I decided. Jerome’s crew could have learned some things from those four.
It was Marshall and Ralph’s second orgasm in a half hour. Afterwards, Corrine and I concluded chemical support was required given the number of times the male examiners blew their load during the examination.
To keep up in the future, I made a mental note to call our GP and get him to write me an ED prescription to get me through those occasions when I was expected to blast multiple orgasms.
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It was break time. Bob and the others came into the room. They must have finished a little earlier. He offered everyone bottled water or soda from a cooler he was carrying.
“How are you holding up,” asked Corrine taking a sip when we had a private moment?
“Fine, see,” I answered moving my hips to cause my still hard cock to bob up and down. “You?”
“Excellent, I was a little worried when they separated us.”
“Jean’s doing great. She’s very uninhibited. How’s Ted?”
“The same. Are you excited?” said Corrine.
“Yes, I may blow a hole in the wall when I finally get to come,” I said.
After the break, Jean and I swapped rooms and Masters with Ted and Corrine. Once again, I was surprised.
“Come here, handsome. Let’s see if you’re a good kisser,” said Martin gesturing for me to step closer. I hesitated a second before stepping into his arms. We kissed for a few seconds then Bob took his turn.
Rachel and Carol had positioned Jean on the bed. She was lying on her back with her head hanging off. At the moment, her face was between a standing Rachel’s legs. Carol, rather obligingly was on the bed between Jean’s legs eating her pussy.
“You’re a good kisser, Tom,” said Bob making a note on the clipboard.
“Not all the Masters are top men. A slave has to be versatile,” said Martin as he handed me a plastic bottle of lubricant then climbed on the bed on all fours with his rear pointed in my direction. He rested the side of his face on the bed as he reached back with both hands and spread his buttocks.
“Eat it, Tom,” said Bob standing close by. His hand was on my bottom rubbing my cheeks. If this wasn’t gay sex I didn’t know what it was. Gayness is a concern for men like myself who consider themselves heterosexual. But at that moment, it wasn’t gay sex. It was just sex.
So for me, it was an afternoon of firsts, especially in a homosexual sense. I went to my knees and pressed my mouth against Martin’s sphincter applying lips and tongue with real enthusiasm. There’s no gender difference in working an asshole open with your mouth and tongue fucking it. I rooted like a pig in a vegetable garden as I burrowed my face in Martin’s crack.
“That’s enough, Tom,” said Bob placing his hand on my shoulder. “Now, lube his hole and fuck it.”
I had absolutely no problem following directions. After I loosed his anal ring with my fingers, I placed my dick in the center of his anus, took a firm grip on his hips, and pushed. Once I was in the backdoor, I charged all the way to the basement. From the little mewling sounds, Martin was making, I could tell he loved it.
I had a good motion going when Bob took the lubricant bottle out of my hand.
“Lean forward, we’re making an Oreo,” said Bob as he inserted a slippery finger in my butthole.
A moment later, Bob’s cock was in my ass. My cock was in Martin’s. I was the white filling between two black halves. Bob’s hands grasped my chest, pinching my nipples hard. This particular part of the test ended when Bob pumped his load in my bottom.
I spent the next two hours having sex in more positions than I could later recall. It pretty much covered the gamut of sexual possibilities with two males and two females. I could tell our examiners were pleased.
“You certainly don’t have any hang-ups,” said Martin as he pulled his cock out of Rachel’s ass and inserted it in my mouth. I was underneath Rachel in a sixty-nine eating her cunt while Martin plowed her ass. “Some candidates balk at ass to mouth action.”
“I like the taste,” added Jean whose mouth was working on Bob’s cock that had most recently resided deep in Carol’s rectum.
Partners and positions keep changing. One minute I would be pounding away between Rachel’s legs with Bob’s cock in my mouth. A quarter hour later, I was sucking Martin’s cock while Carol was combining a prostate massage with a hand job.
“You four form a daisy chain,” said Bob when the others joined us.
Our examiners took a break to compare notes while I ate Jean’s pussy while Corrine sucked my cock. I was getting tired but I told myself to suck it up for the ending when they brought the four of us together.
For the finale, they removed Ted and my cock rings. That was an incredible relief. Ted and I were told to lie across the beds.
“Jean, climb on Tom facing his feet. Corrine, you mount Ted,” said Bob.
Jean’s mess of a pussy descended on my face as she took my cock in her mouth. I didn’t last long. Neither did Ted. I blew my load in long spurts that Jean gulped down as they arrived.
While we dressed, Bob gathered up the clipboards and tabulated our scores. We got the good news before we left. Both couples had achieved a passing grade. The only hurdle remaining was our Initiation. Instructions would arrive by mail.
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I slept most of the drive home after exchanging a few words with Corrine about the examination.
“We got in. Are you pleased?” asked Corrine as we drove away from the Longwood. I could tell she was very pleased.
“Pleased but exhausted. Sex exams are tiring,” I said tilting my seat back.
“I was a little concerned you might have a problem with all the guy sex,” said Corrine. “I hadn’t expected there would be so much Down Low.”
I questioned the term. “What is Down Low?”
“Down Low is a slang term. It refers to men who have sex with other men but who consider themselves neither bisexual nor homosexual,” said Corrine. “It’s primarily refers to African American males.”
“Oh, and where did you learn this,” I asked realizing her definition did not make quite make sense.
“Ted, he and Jean have been wife swapping with a black couple. That’s how they learned about the club,” said Corrine.
“The only thing that surprised me was kissing Bob and Martin but I recovered quickly. I’d never made out with a guy. Martin said I was a good kisser.”
“Martin is right,” said Corrine offering the kind of psychological support a good wife considers her duty.
The conversation lulled and I fell asleep. It seemed like I’d been asleep only a few seconds when Corrine announced, “We’re home.”
“I’m going straight to bed without passing Go,” I said when we reached our bedroom and started undressing.
“I’ll second the motion,” said Corrine uncharacteristically dropping her clothes in a pile by the bed as she undressed. Usually, she’s such a neat freak and hangs everything up.
We slipped under the covers naked and turned off the light. I figured I’d be asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. A four-hour sex exam sure wears a guy out. Corrine rolled over and I spooned against her warm backside.
Just as I about to drift off, my nose detected body fluids. Both of us were coated with dried saliva, sweat, semen and female secretions topped off with a layer of pheromones. We should have showered and I considered getting up and rinsing off; but I couldn’t summon the will to get up out of the warm bed.
I inhaled drawing the scent of old sex deep into my lungs. I felt my cock start to harden.
“What are you doing,” asked Corrine pressing her bottom against my incipient hardon?
“Smelling pussy and cock,” I replied before inhaling deeper.
Corrine took a deep breath before answering. “That’s a blend of six pussies and six cocks.”
“I wonder if you fuck enough people, you can get to be like one of those wine tasters who can tell the year and name of the vineyard by taking a sip. I can smell Ralph’s semen in your hair,” I said inhaling deeply.
“You’re sure it’s not Bob’s,” asked Corrine turning around to face me.
I kissed her as I pressed my erect penis against her belly. I placed my fingers on her clit and rubbed down into her opening. It felt sticky. “This is Bob’s,” I said bringing my fingers to my nose.
“You’re full of shit, Tom Meade. You’ve got Connie’s cunt all over your face,” said Corrine licking my lips. “I also detect the odor of Marshall’s penis.”
That was as far as the conversation progressed before the two of us lost all pretense of control. I wasn’t tired, anymore. I had the energy of a nine year old. I kicked the down comforter off and dove head first toward the foot of the bed. I grabbed Corrine’s legs and rolled her on top of me burrowing my face in her fabulous smelling snatch.
She was sucking my cock and licking my balls all the while inhaling my scents and urging me to, “Eat her fucking filthy pussy”.
Corrine and I were no strangers to great sex but that night established a new gold standard. I was intoxicated by her taste and smell. I couldn’t think or function other than sexually.
When I finally climbed on top and pushed my cock in what was the hottest, wettest, and tightest cunt on the planet, I never wanted it to end. We fucked for what seemed like hours before I deposited what felt like a quart of come in her dirty filthy beautiful hole. It was like my butt cheeks were filled with semen and I was draining them dry.
I know that’s all bullshit but it was one hell of a fuck, the greatest ever.
We both lay there panting. It was Corrine who spoke first.
“I guess joining the club was a good idea.”
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