Sitting in his chair at the base of the platform, Tom watched us. He wore a long, black dressing town tied at the waist. As I looked into the mirror above me, I could see his cock rise from between the open front of his robe. It was as if the painting in Sally’s room had come to life. His majestic prick was terribly long and seemed as thick as my wrist. It was darker, even, than his body. I imagined sucking it and immediately felt the saliva flow into my mouth. I wanted to kiss it tenderly, to lick along the length of it. I wanted to open my mouth wide and suck gently on his heavy black balls. I wanted to slide the great head of his glistening cock between my lips and trace the grove of his cockhead with the tip of my tongue.

     Jane reached between her legs and with two fingers spread her cunt lips. Then, continuing the motion of her hips, rubbed it against mine until both of us were sopping and sticky with cum. She drew my nipple into her mouth again and rolled it between her teeth.

     Making love with a woman is not necessarily better then making love with a man, but it certainly increases the range of erotic possibilities. Just the thought of having sex with another beautiful woman excites me, whereas the vision of two men making love seems more comical than sensual. But, of course, male lovers see it differently and probably experience it as intensely as women do. Still, women are naturally oral. They are disposed to oral sex. Their lips and tongues are more sensitive. They have an instinct for sucking and licking, a genetic predisposition. It is with her mouth that the bitch cuts the cord of her pup and with her tongue she licks it clean.

     Women have other special qualities and characteristics that I find exciting. There’s something harmonious about the soft molded curves of a woman’s body, the swelling breasts, the smooth hairless skin, the uncluttered beauty of a woman’s crotch, the natural grace with which she moves, all mixed with her infinite capacity and inclination to give. Her touch is delicate. Most of the time her motives are unselfish. Her lust is often tempered by tenderness. Of course, there are exceptions. Jane is one. Women tend to make love slowly. Theirs is a love meant for long gray autumn afternoons when the street noise from the city below is muted by the soft sound of rain against the window.

     I gently forced my hand down between my cunt and Jane’s. “Let me kiss it,” I whispered. She held my face between her hands and lightly brushed her lips against mine. She smiled and nodded. Men seldom smile when they are making love. Often they don’t even smile afterwards.

     Jane got up on her knees and bent over so that her splendid ass faced Tom. I began to position myself between her legs. “No,” she said, reaching back to part her ass cheeks,

“start there.” I knelt behind her and touched the tip of my tongue to the small pink and brown hole she had indicated. It contracted, drawing inward and wrinkling, then relaxed as my tongue drew slow wet circles around its rim. Jane’s breathing became heavy and she began to moan. I licked her sweet crevice, my tongue sliding back and forth along its entire length.

     When she cried out, I turned over and lay between her legs. She lowered her glistening cunt into my hungry mouth. More than anything else the taste and the scent of a woman’s wet cunt excites me. Jane’s cunt smelled both sweet and pungent. Her clit was large and bright red. I stretched my arms and hands over my head to fondle her breasts while spreading my legs so that my cunt opened to Tom. He rose from his chair and kneeling at the foot of the bed, touched his tongue to the inside of my thigh and very slowly drew it like a wet flame up into my slit. As he licked and sucked my cunt, Tom played with Jane’s ass. I could see his huge black hands squeezing the white flesh above my head. Jane was moaning louder now and pressing her flowing slit into my mouth. Tom’s fingers were wet with her juice and my saliva. He was flicking his tongue rapidly against my swollen clit, but he suddenly stopped. With a quick movement, he thrust his index finger into Jane’s tiny asshole that I had lubricated so well.

      She cried out and came immediately, bucking and thrashing and twisting from side to side as I continued to suck her cunt. I pushed two fingers into her gaping cunt while Tom’s finger plunged in and out of her wildly undulating ass. Gasping for breath, she broke free of him and rolled over, placing both hands between her legs and quickly brought herself to another orgasm, kicking her feet and jerking back and forth in frenzied spasms of joy. Tom and I watched her.

     After a few moments, he placed his mouth over my cunt again and sucked, his tongue moving in slow circles around the base of my protruding clit. Soon, Jane’s mouth was on mine, her hot tongue once more darting in and out, her hands on my breasts. She held my smooth nipples lightly between her long pointed fingernails, pulling up and letting go. I felt Tom’s hands under me, his fingers searching for my anus. I expected him to jab a finger into it, but instead he teased me into a slow deliciously long orgasm. As I came in his mouth, he held me so that I couldn’t thrash about like Jane had. I tried but couldn’t push my throbbing clit against his teeth. He continued to draw his tongue back and forth over it and to circle around it. He also fingered my asshole but did not penetrate it.

     Jane, caught up in his teasing rhythm, lifted her head and slowly, with the tip of her tongue circled my open mouth while she squeezed my nipples. I felt the orgasm begin deep within me and gradually gather intensity and force until it wracked my body with a single, swelling incredibly long shudder of ecstasy. Both Tom and Jane gently licked and kissed me for awhile afterward.

     Tom opened the champagne. Jane removed his robe. He climbed back into the bed with us, his hard black body gleaming in the mirror above us and contrasting sharply with the soft whiteness of ours. We pushed him down and lay half on top of him spilling our champagne on his chest and belly and, like happy kittens, licking it off. We laughed and played. I remembered Edward and our joyful time in the London of our childhood. We lay now on either side of Tom while he turned his head from one to the other of us and we teased him and begged for his kisses. “Kiss me, Tom, kiss, kiss, kiss,” I said.

     “And me,” Jane insisted, “I want your hot tongue in my mouth. Give it to me, Tom, please, Tom, please. please Tom!”  He turned to her and she sucked his tongue into her pretty mouth, his thick wet lips covering hers and rubbing over them.

     We licked his chest circling the shiny black nipples and gradually moved down to his flat belly and his hard muscular thighs. Rising up between us like a policeman’s club was his tumescent prick. Jane and I rubbed our cheeks against his huge balls. We cupped them in our hands and licked them. Tom sighed, “That’s right, this is the way it should be, two lovely white women kissing and licking the black man’s balls.” Starting at the base of his cock, we licked slowly moving upward, our tongues often touching, sometimes darting down to kiss his balls again. “Do you love it?” he asked. “Do you love black cock?”

     “Yes, Tom,” Jane whispered. “We love it. Truly we do. We love black cock.”

     “Mary, you too?” Tom asked.

     I had trouble finding my voice, “Yes, yours is the best black cock, Tom. White women, beautiful white women should worship your cock, Tom. Please let us suck you.”

     “You’re Tom’s white cocksuckers? Both of you?”

     We answered together. “We’re your white cocksuckers, Tom.”

     “Well then, worship my black cock. Make me feel how much you love it.”

     First Jane opened her mouth wide and took in the great thick head of his penis. I watched her draw her cheeks in as she sucked. Then it was my turn. I slid my hungry lips over it and circled the silken head with my tongue. I circled the indented rim and when he withdrew, I licked the slit of his pee hole. Tom’s scent was different than any I had ever known, strong and musky. I breathed him in and felt my nipples harden and a warm flow down to my cunt. I watched Jane’s bright red lips part for the second time as she went down on the head of his cock. As she sucked, I lowered my head to his balls and licked them. Then Jane took my place as I opened my mouth and took his penis into it, tasting his maleness along with the sweet saliva still warm from Jane’s mouth.

     While we sucked him, he ran his hands over our legs. We opened our cunts to him so that he could finger us. In the wall and ceiling mirrors, I watched Jane and me move our lips up and down the shaft of his glistening black prick and his giant black hands on the insides of our thighs as his thick fingers penetrated us. I was just about to orgasm again when he withdrew his hand from me. “Whichever one I tap takes my load,” he said, “all of it.”

     I wanted his cum. I wanted the hot funky taste of it. I wanted to feel him shoot into my mouth. I wanted to suck him dry, to lick up every drop of this big black man’s cum, wanted to swallow it all. But I knew Jane did, too. She tried to take as much of his cock as she could, going way down on it, sucking hard, trying to make him come. He tapped me on the shoulder. Jane withdrew his cock from her mouth and licked his balls. I quickly slid my lips over the wide black pee hole at the tip of his exploding prick just in time to take the first powerful surge. He jammed his cock far into my mouth so that I gagged as it disgorged into my throat. I kept sucking and swallowing as he shot load after load into my mouth. I couldn’t swallow fast enough so some of his thick cum ran down his cock for Jane to lick from his swollen balls. “Lick it up, my white bitches. Lick it all up and swallow it!” Tom commanded.