The Project

The word got out that the beautiful newcomer was letting the guys have their way with her. She was sure, and wasn’t counting, but would have been very surprised if she hadn’t kissed every guy there and a few of the women too. She couldn’t count the number of hands that had fondled her and the number of fingers, black and white, that had invaded her holes. She had held touched, rubbed and sucked black cocks, white cocks, big cocks, little cocks and average-size cocks. Three of the cocks had shot their loads in her mouth. But not one penis had entered her vagina or ass.

Before they dressed and left for the drive home, Carol told Alisha, “okay, Alisha, I’m in. When are we going to do this?”

“I was thinking about next Friday. About 8:00. How does that sound?”

“We’ll be here.”

Darrel, standing nearby, couldn’t believe his ears. The project was about to be a success and three months early at that. His only regret was that only his fingers and tongue had touched Carol’s beautiful pussy tonight. Next Friday he was determined that his cock would be one of the thirty to bury itself deep inside her.

“I have to pee,” she told Darrel and walked naked and proudly to the bedroom where she had left her dress and purse.

She took her cell phone to the nearest empty bathroom and called Brad’s cell phone. Brad had drifted off and was in a restless sleep when he was awakened by the ringing. He saw that it was two in the morning when he looked at his illuminated cell phone to see who was calling. “Carol, are you okay.”

“I’m fine my darling. We’re about to leave and I wanted you to know that I’m okay.”

“Thanks. I’ve been worried. So, can you talk?”

“Yes, I’m in the john.”

“Well, well . . . how was the party?” he asked.

“Come on honey. Be direct, ask me whatever you want to.”

“Okay then, did you fuck anybody?”

“Nope I haven’t.”

“Okay,” he said, “let me start at a different level, have you kissed anyone?”

“Oh yes.”

“Has anyone seen you naked?”

“Yes, everyone has seen without anything on. I’ll make this easier for you. I’ve touched and sucked cocks, I’ve had fingers and tongues up my pussy, my boobs have been played with and my nipples have been tweaked. Tonight, I’ve done everything sexual a woman can do except get fucked.”

Brad didn’t know what to say. After all, wasn’t this exactly what he wanted? He shouldn’t have been surprised by anything she told him because he had put everything in motion to make it happen. “Okay, I can’t wait until you’re back home. You can’t know how much I miss you.”

“Brad, there’s something else I have to tell you.”

“What’s that sugar?”

“I didn’t fuck anybody tonight but next Friday night I’m going to get fucked by thirty big, black cocks right here.”

“What did you say?” He was sure he must have misunderstood.

“You heard me. Your project schedule just got moved up.”

Oh hell, he thought. Darrel must have blabbed everything to her but she didn’t sound pissed. “So how did that come about?” he asked.

“Alisha, the gal that runs this place and William, Darrel’s friend, had been talking but I guess I’m not telling you anything that you didn’t already know. Anyway, she talked with me about it. I know that’s what you want and have been working towards so I finally decided I’d do it. That’s why I didn’t get screwed tonight. I want you to be there when I do.

He was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say. “I love you Carol.”

“I love you too Bradley”

The drive home was quiet. Carol tried to get some sleep but couldn’t. Darrel said, “honey, are you okay?” She remembered that was the same question Brad had asked her when they talked on the phone.

She didn’t know how to answer his question because she didn’t know if she was okay. In her wildest dreams she could never have imagined that she would do what she had done and planne to do. After all she was a wife and a mom. Except for the time at college she had only lived in one house in the same city where she was born. She was dependable, hard working and faithful. Now, in a single night, all of that had changed.

Chapter 7

Carol didn’t get out of bed until two in the afternoon on Saturday. Not only was she exhausted from the party but the second they hit the mattress on their big bed, Brad was all over her. He fucked her harder than ever before then he bombarded her with questions. She had to retell everything that happened in the party in detail. The sun was coming up when they fell asleep. The rest of the day was normal with weekly shopping and chores around the house. Saturday night they were sound asleep before Saturday Night Live ended, which was unusual for therm.

On Sunday, Don joined them for the traditional IHOP breakfast. Anyone who saw the gorgeous woman wearing jeans, white sneakers and with her hair in a pony tail, seated in a booth laughing and talking with her husband and teenager, would ever guess that in a few days she would be driven to Columbus, enter an apartment where thirty black men would be waiting for her and fuck each of them.

Both Darrel and Brad were uncomfortable at work on Monday morning. Their project was a success, but their friendship had been tested in a way that few ever are.

The days moved at a different pace for each of them. For Carol, it seemed to whiz by. For Brad, he was so anxious that some days were ponderous and others more normal. Darrel couldn’t wait. He was like a kid at Christmas time so the hands of the clock moved at the pace of snails. On Thursday, William called Darrel and told him that he had talked with Alisha and everything was set at that end. The guys would get there before they arrived. She explained that it didn’t matter what Carol wore. Also, she suggested that Carol arrive with her hair in curlers and with no makeup. Alisha would comb out her hair and apply her makeup. She gave instructions for them to use a back door because the men would already be there. Alisha also thought that it would be a great idea to video the party and she needed to know if she should also make those arrangements. Darrel was pretty sure that Carol and Brad would object to making a video of Carol’s party but he had been very surprised before, so on Friday morning he talked with Brad. “William called and they are wondering if you want them to video the party so you can have a record of everything that happens. I was thinking that if we’ve gotten so much pleasure out of watching a woman on the other side of the globe, think about how much more exciting it will be to watch Carol over and over again.”

“I hadn’t even thought about it. Well, I guess I had thought about. I think I’ve assumed that they would capture it on video. I sure wouldn’t want it to be distributed though.”

“I’m with you on that.”

“Let me call Carol and see what she thinks.”

“Oh, before you do, there are a couple of other things. Let’s see, oh yeah, Alisha said that it doesn’t matter what Carol wears and it’s okay if she arrives with her hair in curlers and no makeup because we will enter through a back door. When we get there, Alisha will brush out her hair and apply her makeup.”

Carol realized that she needed to start getting ready. Then she thought that it wasn’t so much a matter of grooming and dressing but mentally getting ready for her adventure. She had mentally and emotionally been getting ready for this for two years, especially the last few months, but was she really ready?. She was standing naked in their bedroom before the full length mirror when her cell phone rang. “Hi honey,” she answered.

“Hi Carol. How are you doing?”

“Everybody asks me that and I don’t know what to say.”

“Darrel and William have been talking. They want to know how you would feel if they video tape everything tonight.”

“I hadn’t thought about that. I sure don’t want millions of people to see me.”

“I believe that it would just be for us.”

“Then, I think they should. I love to watch the gal in our video. I’m not so sure how I would feel watching myself though.”

“Okay, gotta run. I’ll tell them to make the arrangements for the video. Love ya. Oh, wait, there’s more. Alisha said that it doesn’t matter what you wear and it’s okay if you have your hair in curlers and no makeup. I think she wants to take care of that at her place.”

“I sure don’t want the guys to see me with no makeup, my hair in rollers and in jeans.”

“No, no. That’s not it. I guess there’s a back entrance or something so they won’t see you when we arrive.”

“Okay, got it.”

He was gone before she could say goodbye. As she looked at the woman reflected in the full length she saw that she looked the same as she had appeared before last Friday’s couples only interracial party. But appearances can be deceiving. She wasn’t the same, she was a different person.

This time the three rode in Brad’s jeep. Carol sat in the back seat. As suggested, she was wearing jeans, boots and a big quilted coat. Her hair, in fact, was in rollers. She didn’t even want Brad or Darrel to see like this and without even a trace of makeup. They were each nervous which was manifested by constant conversation about everything but where they were going and why they were going there. It took longer in the Jeep than in the Corvette to drive from the southwest corner of the state to its geographical center but only by a few extra minutes and they arrived right on time.

Suddenly they were there. This time they went around the back of the building and up a flight stairs. Carol didn’t know if her legs could support her. She thought they might give out as she started the ascent following Darrel who seemed to know where they were supposed to be going. He wrapped on the door just once before it was opened. Alisha was dressed almost exactly like Carol, jeans, boots and a sexy sweater. “Come in, come in, welcome . . . get out the cold.” She gave Carol a kiss on both cheeks, hugged Darrel and turned to Brad. “Brad it’s so nice to finally meet you. Thanks for this, thanks for tonight. I hope it will be everything you been dreaming about.” Then she kissed him too on both cheeks.

She led them to the door of the very same bathroom Carol had been in when she called Brad just a week ago. “Guys, we’ve got to get her ready so give us a few minutes and go meet the brothers. Darrel we’re all set up in the main room.” With that she and Carol went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Brad wasn’t sure he would be able to swallow because his mouth was as dry as desert sand. He actually felt a little faint as he walked behind Darrel. They could hear talking and laughter coming from down the hall. Then they entered the room that the Friday before had first been filled with round tables and later with three king sized mattresses. However, tonight in the center of the room were two giant mattresses pushed together and covered with new white bottom sheets. Standing around were dozens of men. All of them were black and all of them were naked. Brad saw that each man had a black rubber bracelet around his right wrist. None wore a mask. All seemed anxious. There was soft music playing in the background which was the same that had been playing the week before but he couldn’t have known that. Two fully clothed white men were holding huge video cameras and talking with each other. He noticed that a light on a stand was aimed at the mattresses but hadn’t been turned on.

“Are you okay?” Darrel asked.

“I’m terrified. I sure hope this isn’t a huge mistake . . . ”

He was interrupted by a totally nude William who stuck out his hand and said, “Hey Brad, this is great, glad to finally meetcha.”

Brad couldn’t help but notice the big, black cock between William’s legs that, while soft, was still bigger than he was when totally hard. Brad shook William’s hand and said, “likewise, man.”

“Hey Darrel,” said William, “ain’t you gonna get ready to party? You know you’re included in the thirty count donncha?”

This didn’t come as a surprise to Brad. He knew that Darrel was going to fuck Carol. But Darrel wasn’t a stranger, he was his best friend. He was someone that he saw every work day and often on weekends too. How would he feel after tonight watching his friend between his wife’s legs pounding into her? It wouldn’t be too long now before he had some idea. He surveyed the guys who had sort of organized into groups of three or four and couldn’t help but notice that Alisha had really come through in the “hung” department. Each was endowed with a cock that was much larger than average. Not one, that he could see, was as small as the largest in their favorite video.

In the bathroom, Alisha stood back and admired her handiwork. Carol’s hair had never been more beautiful. It was loose, lustrous and sexy. Her makeup was perfect. Her eyes seemed bigger than ever. Her lips full and inviting. “Okay, girl,” said Alisha, “the guys are all waiting. They’re naked and I suggest that you just walk in naked also. There’s a robe on the hook if you want but I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Okay,” Carol said as she leaned over pulled off her boots and then took off her white socks. She stood and unbuttoned the button on her jeans and skimmed them off her legs. She pulled off her sweater and realized that she had mussed her hair in the process.

“Let me fix that,” said Alisha as she whisked a brush through Carol’s hair. “Okay, now there are a couple of things we should talk about. “I have some lube which I imagine you’ll need.”

“I won’t need any lube,” Carol said with confidence, already feeling the anticipatory moisture between her legs.

“Okay, then, but it’s there if you need it. Also, none of the guys will wear a rubber, is that okay with you?”

She hadn’t even thought about that. She couldn’t get pregnant but that wasn’t the only reason for protection these days, she knew. But none of the men in her favorite video wore condoms she recalled. Also, the wetness seemed to be part of the video that both she and Brad enjoyed so much. A volume of wetness that they saw in the video could never be produced by just one man as had been her only experience. “That’s okay, too,” she said.

“Well, let’s go then.”

They walked to the end of the hall and were about to enter the big room when Alisha turned and said, “let me go in and introduce you. Four of the guys were here last Friday, not counting William and Darrel but all the rest will be new to you. When you come in walk right to the center of the mattresses, lay down and then just go with the flow.”

Carol was trembling. She heard the guys shout and whistle when they saw Alisha and knew that the action was about to start. She could clearly hear every word that Alisha said, “Okay guys, thanks for coming over tonight. I think I’ve got a real treat for you. Carol is by far the most beautiful woman, black or white, that I’ve every seen. A few of you met her last Friday but for the rest of you, you’re in for a great surprise. You need to know that she’s never been fucked by anyone but her husband, Brad, who is with us tonight, so take it easy on her, but not too easy, if you know what I mean. I asked Carol if there was anything that you couldn’t do and she looked at me with surprise and said, no, so all holes are open, take your pick and have fun. Tonight, we’re going to go until nobody, Carol or any of you guys wants to go anymore. With that let me introduce to my friend, Carol. Carol come on in and meet the guys.

Brad was sure that he was hyperventilating. He couldn’t believe what he saw. He expected her to be wearing a gown, a robe, a towel or something but he saw that she wasn’t wearing anything including shoes. He could tell how nervous she was as she walked into the room with a smile and walked straight for the mattresses without making eye contact with anyone. She kneeled down in the center and then rolled onto her back. As her knees parted just slightly, it was seen as an invitation to the black men closing in on her. Apparently it had been somewhat organized because only four or five men dropped down to be with her, the others stood back nervously waiting their turns. He saw that most of the men were rubbing their cocks. He stepped in closer and saw what the cameraman was seeing with his camera at eye level and aimed down. It was nearly identical to the opening scene of their video. A beautiful white woman on her back, with a cock in her mouth, but, this time the cock was black. A black man feasted on each breast while another was on his knees rubbing his hard cock up and down the slimy slit of the white woman. The woman’s hand was on the leg of the black man between her thighs sort of pulling him forward. And then the man between her leg with a giant cock plunged in. The woman on the white sheet moaned and her face was flushed as she began what would be a constant uninterrupted climax. Brad had never seen anything like it. He had always known that the video gal was no match for his wife and now she was proving that he was right.

Carol had been thinking about this moment for a long time even though she thought that it would always remain in the realm of fantasy. She had never felt anything in her life as wonderful as the giant black cock entering her. Then, it began to hurt a little until her body got used to the unusual and unfamiliar size. She got used to the stranger’s girth but wondered how long he was. It seemed as if he just kept going. She knew he had hit bottom but then her flesh seemed to expand and give way to the new, very different, very black cock as it explored deeper and deeper. Eventually, his public bone came in contact with hers. He rested, as she squeezed with her internal muscles milking him. She was so lost in her feelings that she had almost forgotten the black cock in her mouth, the mouths and teeth on her breasts and nipples and the cock she was holding in her left hand with the band of gold on her third finger.

Then the man between her legs began to fuck her with an intensity that she couldn’t have imagined before. Her climax was unabated. She was afraid she might pass out when he announced to the room that he was coming. She felt the hot juice that had been boiling in his black testicles explode deeper inside her than any had ever before. As he slipped out of her gooey pussy, he was quickly replaced by the man that she had been sucking but not before a white, thick gob of his jizz was pushed out of her throbbing pussy, like the woman did in the video, and puddled on the white sheet. She knew that when the video was edited that a number “1" would flash across the screen.

That night in Columbus, the pattern continued. William was number “7." When he finished he walked over, stood beside Brad and said, “I’ve fucked a lot of women but I gotta tell ya man, I’ve never had a better piece of ass than that one with Carol.”

Brad was brought back from a near trance and guessed that a polite “thank you” was in order so that is what he said. He couldn’t help notice the sheen that covered William’s huge dick and knew that most of it was from the guys that had made their deposits before him but that some of it was from the fantastic creature on the floor begging for more and more.

After number “10" had stiffened and shot off, Alisha, who had removed her clothes, brought Carol a glass of water and then wiped off traces of someone’s ejaculate off Carol’s cheek with a damp wash cloth. An admirer who was so eager he couldn’t wait to release inside her pussy and who had remained too long in her hot mouth had left it on her face. Alisha told her what a great job she was doing and asked if she needed anything else.

“More cock,” was the quick but quiet answer.

“Ain’t you just summin else,” said Alisha who was rubbing her all over. Then, she scooted down and had her head between Carol’s thighs. She must have spent several minutes sucking out what remained inside of Carol though most of the guys semen had ended up on the mattress as Carol had squeezed after each man’s climax just like the woman in the video.

Brad, hadn’t even noticed Darrel undress he was so engrossed in what his wife was doing. Darrel was number “17."

When Carol realized who it was plunging inside her she said, “Oh Darrel, you feel so good but I must be so stretched, I’m sorry.”

Darrel couldn’t believe his ears. “Sorry!” he said as he stopped moving and looked down on the face of the freshly fucked woman who had been the stimulus for hundreds of his climaxes both from his own hand and even when he was with other women. “My sweet, sweet baby, you’re just the very best, period.” And then he moved with an intensity that he hoped wouldn’t cause him to have a heart attack. But hey, he thought, if you have to die someplace and doing something then between Carol’s legs while fucking her is the way I want to go.

It was after 11:00 when the thirtieth man came inside Carol. Brad looked around and saw that about half of the men who had been there in the beginning had already left. Four or five were dressed and just hanging around watching and drinking. But there were still several naked black men, including Darrel and William hanging around. Several times during the night someone had wiped the area between Carol’s legs with a towel.

It was 12:30 when Carol stood up and walked back to the bathroom with Alisha to freshen up and dress. No one counted after thirty and so how many of her lovers came back for seconds or thirds no one really knows, not that it matters. Darrel, who was now dressed and William also clothed, had seconds. Brad had been almost riveted to the same spot he had been standing at when it all began four hours earlier. His cock had been bursting in his pants and several times he was sure he would shoot off, but he didn’t. He was so caught up in Carol and what she was doing and must be feeling that he didn’t think of himself at all.

William had slipped out without saying goodbye and then suddenly, Carol and Alisha were back in the room. Carol looked almost exactly as she had when they arrived, except for her hair. But he saw that the makeup that Alisha had so carefully applied was long gone. But she didn’t really need any makeup because she was aglow. He expected that she might be walking very tenderly but she wasn’t at all. Her strides were long and confident. He took her in his arms and kissed her even though he knew what those same lips had been doing all night. She hugged him tightly as if she didn’t want to ever let go.

Finally it was Alisha who said, “Well, we’ve been doing things like this a long, long time, but tonight sets a new high mark. I doubt that it will ever be surpassed. Carol, thank you soo much. If there’s ever anything I can do for you, and I mean anything, anything at all, just let me know, okay?”

“I will Alisha. Thank you too. You made something that I thought would be impossible, or at least incredibly difficult, possible. It was a great night.”

At the car, Carol asked Darrel, “can you drive?”

“Sure can, I’ve never felt better in my life.”

“I have a husband that needs some affection and I’m the only person that will ever give it to him. Right?” she asked playfully as she opened the back door while taking off her coat and unbuttoning her pants.

Brad shrugged his shoulders, smiled like a teenager and said, “right.”