C h a p t e r 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. ...