Chapter 11

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 al 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.