Mede Manor Chronicles - Ch. 03

Jenny and the Beemers -- Part One

Nathaniel missed Jenny. Even as he ejaculated into Felicity, watched avidly by her husband Roger, there was still that nagging feeling of her absence from his life deep inside him. It was true that his studies at Kings College London were a distraction from the longing of his 'friend with benefits', and it was true that his physical yearning for her had diminished slightly with each passing month, but he also knew that one day they would come together again. And so did his married Lover who turned to kiss him gently on the cheek as her husband, Roger, licked Nathaniel's salty semen from her pussy.

"I know why you miss Jenny," she said to her young Lover, "and that's alright by me. I already have my lifetime companion." The pretty married Woman reached down to pull her husband's head further into her sperm soaked groin, to accentuate the point. "I know you were bedding her before she went up to Oxford. And that's alright too........" She paused and then continued, "but I want you to know one thing."

Warily, Nathaniel turned his head on the pillow to look into her eyes, and saw nothing but the warmth of kindness and humour in them. "And that is?" he asked, as his hand stroked the lady's pretty tummy, now showing the second stage of her pregnancy.

She gently pressed her hand on his, in the time-honoured gesture of intimacy between a Woman and the father of her growing child. "I am your Woman!"

"I think we've established that already - haven't we," he replied quickly, and then regretted his flippancy immediately as he saw the flash of hurt in her eyes.

"No Nat! I'm not just your Girlfriend, or Mistress, or your married 'bit of stuff'. Me and Roger were talking last night, and agreed. We want to be your property. Totally yours. I want to be your concubine and Roger, our submissive slave."

"Well, you are now, aren't you. Sort of?" Nathaniel replied."

Felicity pressed her Lover's hand down onto her tummy again, and leaned across to kiss him. She paused for thought, and then told Nathaniel what was on her mind. "I want your ring on my finger as well as Roger's. A chain with your initials on my right ankle so everybody knows that I am owned by you. I want a declaration by Roger in front of our friends and family that you are our Master now."

"It's a big step," Nat said.

"It's our reality Nat. Roger's and mine. Don't worry, we'll spend the money and make the arrangements."

Nat was cautious. His psychology studies had already touched on compersion and as pleasure, but this was not in his text books or lecture notes. Alternatively he wanted to keep his Mistress and her husband happy. "And you Roger," he said to the young man whose head was buried in his Wife's slippery groin. "Do you want all this."

The small white man looked up and said, "Let me answer that in the only way I know how Master."

Silence descended in the room at Roger's use of the word 'Master' for the first time', and remained silent as the cuckold eased himself away from his Wife's wet labia to position his head above Nathaniel's waist. Without hesitation, he dropped his head down to Nathaniel's sizeable manhood and started to lick its whole length. He had done this many times before as part of his resurrection duties for his Wife, but that night it had a special message. And that happy, loving trio knew exactly what it was.

Fully hard and erect, after Roger's sexual encouragement, Nathaniel said, "Thank you," to Roger and waived him away. Rolling on top of Felicity to settle between her open legs, he entered her vagina with his large manhood. Turning to Roger, who had moved to kneel by the bed. Nathaniel spoke. "I accept! Consider yourselves to be my property."

Roger winced at the pain of his excited tiny pink willy suddenly filling out within the confines of his penis cage. And Nathaniel now 'owned' his first couple at the tender age of nineteen.

Meanwhile in Oxford, Jenny looked across at Nicola, and marvelled at how that slim body of hers could have so much energy and the capacity to take two young Black Men at one time. Another young man, who was now enjoying Jenny's young body and nearing his completion, looked down at her as his thrusting took on a higher tempo. Jenny smiled up at him and enjoyed the feel of his hard member giving her happy little orgasms that were building up in intensity before her final rush. She knew she would orgasm strongly with Jamal, just as she always did with his big cock inside her.

Jenny liked her Lover of the night because he was intelligent and good fun to be with, but she missed her childhood friend and erstwhile Lover. She had heard that he had put a 'bun' in Felicity's 'baby making oven, but thought little of it. She now understood that it was natural for a man of Nathaniel's quality to mate with the lesser man's Wife, although she checked herself for thinking that way about Roger. She had met Roger a few times and found him to be much more than the timid little cuckold he was supposed to be. But for now, she had other matters to attend to -- Jamal.

It was University Freshers Week when Jenny met Carol. She was a tall, beautifully spoken, large busted young Woman, with a banker as a father, who was as 'Rich as Croesus'. They were at one of the college inauguration parties when she introduced herself. "Hi," she said to Jenny who was looking at one of the societies' pamphlets, "I'm Carol, and this is my friend Nicola. We are on the same course as you and I am looking for someone to share my house with."

Jenny looked up and saw the two pretty girls who would be part of her life from that day to this. "I'm Jenny Jones. Nice to meet you both," she replied, "but I've already arranged for a room at a local 'Bed and Breakfast'."

"My daddy is loaded, so I won't want money from you Jenny. He bought the house for me, you see. It's your company I would like, not filthy lucre," came the perfectly enunciated response.

It was a wonderful offer from Carol; subsequently Jenny cancelled her B&B booking immediately and moved into a house in Summertown, a more civilised area of North Oxford. With Carol's financial help, the three of them obtained the obligatory bicycles with handlebar baskets and became typical university students. But what was to follow would give lie to that wholesome chaste image, and it was petite Nicola who was the trigger for the way these pretty young Women would spend their future free time.

Three beautiful girls will always attract members of the opposite sex, and it wasn't long before the male students were swarming around them. In the pubs, and the halls, Jenny, Carol, and Nicola were inundated with invitations, calls for dates, drinks, dinners, and while Carol and Jenny kept serious dating at arms length, it was Nicola who took one lad to her bed one evening. Missing her long-time Boyfriend, Peter, with whom she had agreed a 'free to date whilst at university' arrangement, she needed to feel, in her words, 'a real Woman again'.

"Well, how was it?" Jenny asked the next morning.

"He was..... nice," came the less than enthusiastic reply.

"Nice?" echoed Carol. "Was that it? Nice? Bloody hell Nicky! Luke was tall and handsome. What else do you need?"

"I think I know." Both girls looked at Jenny for the answer, but all they received was another question. "How big was he Nicola?"

"I told you Jenny! Luke was tall," Carol cut in.

Jenny laughed and looked over at a red faced Nicola. "That's not what I am talking about. Is it Nicky?"

Nicola did not reply, but she lifted her right hand and put her forefinger and thumb about an inch and a half apart.

"Oh dear!" Carol and Jenny exclaimed together. The room went silent in sympathy with Nicola's disappointment; nevertheless Jenny had more to say.

"But how's this for an idea?"

Carol and Nicola looked, with some trepidation, at their friend, who they now knew to have a superior intellect and a very agile brain. Whatever was on her mind, they knew it would be either very clever, or outrageous, or both. That's why they loved the warm hearted red headed beauty; she was caring, generous to a fault, and funny in a gentle guileless way. And they held their breath waiting for Jenny to speak.

"Why are we looking for relationships?" Jenny asked the two intrigued friends. "Do we have time for all that emotional baggage? I don't know about you, but I want a 'First' when we graduate, and I intend to put the work in to achieve that end."

"So, what are you saying Jen?" Nicola asked.

"We just make it clear, we just want sex and not emotional relationships. You said that you have a Boyfriend waiting for you after graduating, didn't you Nicky. And you Carol, do you really want to risk your studies with the distraction of needy boys?" was Jenny's thoughtful response.

Nicola and Carol both looked at each other, and nodded. "It makes sense," said Carol.

That was the moment that Jenny put forward her plan. Across the road was another house-full of students studying at various colleges in the city. As far as she could ascertain there were four Black men of about the same age as the girls, who appeared to be clean living and respectful. 'Not too respectful,' she thought hopefully; but she had a delicate question to ask.

She stared back at her two friends. 'This could go horribly wrong,' she thought just before she asked, "Are either of you two racist?"

"Of course not," they answered firmly and in unison. And then glanced sideways at each other to smile in anticipation.

Jenny knew that Nicola and she were no longer virgins, but she needed to confirm her other new friend's sexual status. Her direct question elicited a very red faced response from Carol.

"I haven't been putting it about, if that's what you mean. But no! I am no longer....... virginal," the tall girl said, and then admitted. "And I did like it."

"What if I talk to the guys across the road, about our plans...." she made the quotation marks expression with the fingers of both hands, ".... for a social life."

"You mean our sex life, don't you," Nicola confirmed, suppressing a giggle.

"With those black guys, opposite?" asked Carol, sounding sceptical.

"Yes! Why not?"

"It's not the 'colour thing', Jen. But we don't even know them," Carol answered.

"Then leave it to me," Jenny said. "My Boyfriend is West Indian and, believe me, you will not be disappointed. But before I contact them, we need to have some strict ground rules. And we need to discuss this now."

Carol looked at her new friend thoughtfully and Nicola had a secret smile; she knew what Jenny was thinking, because something similar had crossed her mind too. Even so, Jenny knew that she needed to bring them both 'on board', to convince them of her plan.

"Why don't we make ourselves available to them," suggested Jenny, "and I mean sexually. We party with them, go to bed with them, and become their 'friends with benefits'. Normal healthy sex without emotional commitment. No favourites! No Boyfriend - Girlfriend, orthodoxy. All dating is out! We are available to them, and they are available to us."

Jenny looked at them both; wide eyed and curious. It was a worried Carol, however, who had the first question. "Are you saying that we shall be prostitutes, Jenny?"

"Oh Carol! Haven't you been listening? I don't mean anything of the sort. Think nineteen-sixties 'Free Love' -- just free to them and us, that's all."

"Sounds alright to me," Nicola confirmed. "I don't mind the free love, but without the 'pot' if you don't mind. I want my head clear when I go for lectures the next day."

"Or strong booze!" exclaimed Carol. "My Father would have a fit!"

"And there is something that is essential for a good relationship with the guys," Jenny said, to her very intrigued friends.

"What's that?" - in unison, together.

"Respect! Their respect for us. Our respect for them. No referring to us as 'Bitches' or 'Whores'. No referring to them as 'Studs' or 'Bulls'. Just plain old 'friend's with benefits'. And no pretence at loving, or dating outside the arrangement," was Jenny's 'Respect List'. The list that the three young women and the guys would later refer to when recounting their happy 'university memories' later in their lives.

But Carol had one more thing to say. "I'm all for it Jen, but I have a Boyfriend. His name is Arnold!."

Jenny glowered in exasperation at her friend. "What? Why didn't you mention this before, Carol? Have I been wasting my time?"

"Well he's not really a Boyfriend. He just sits next to me at lectures, and carries my books," Carol replied, her face colouring a deep red.

"Do you mean that little guy who's always walking just behind you?" asked Nicola.

"Yes! He's nice! A bit wet...... and weak. But he seems to want to be with me," Carol replied.

A frustrated Jenny stepped in with a simple question. "Do you really want to do the 'Friends with Benefits' thing or not, Carol?"

"I do! Honestly I do. But I don't want to upset him," she replied.

"Then tell Arnold tomorrow about what you want to do, and let me know his answer," Jenny said firmly, while glancing with raised eyebrows towards Nicola to confirm her frustration.

Jenny and Nicola sat together at the back of the lecture hall, while Carol sat near the front with Arnold nearby. They had agreed to give her some 'quality time' with her little 'boyfriend' so she could discuss the arrangement with him. Jenny instinctively knew that Carol was right to let him down gently, but she did not want the opportunity for good loving to drift away; hence her frustration. Likewise at lunch and the afternoon lectures Nicola and she gave Carol and Arnold time alone together.

They had arrived back at the house and put their bicycles away before Jenny and Nicola turned to Carol, and together said, "Well?"

The tall beauty knew immediately what the question was, but she had a question of her own. "Do either of you know what a cuckold is?"

Jenny knew very well, but did Nicola?

"My Aunty Stephanie has a Boyfriend," Nicola replied, "and my Uncle Henry knows all about it. So I guess I do know what a cuckold is."

"Well, that's what Arnold wants," Carol replied thoughtfully -- clearly lacking in previous knowledge of such matters of love, and husbandly sacrifice.

"So Arnold is happy for you to party with those Black guys, and still be your Boyfriend. Is that right?" Nicola asked.

Carol looked confused. This was a new experience for the full breasted, tall beauty, with the pretty round bottom. "Not quite." she replied, "He wants to be my Boyfriend....... day and night."

The silence in the room was palpable. Nicola looked at Jenny, Jenny looked at Carol, and Carol looked down at the floor. "But that's not all."

All eyes now on Carol, she spoke again. "And he wants to be in the room when I am........., " she paused and took a deep breath, ".... fucking!"

Jenny jumped in, "That's another rule Carol. We don't use that word, it's disrespectful. We shall always use the word 'Loving' from now on. Are we agreed?"

"But Arnold wants to be involved, Jenny. He wants to stand there and watch. Is that normal?" Nicola asked.

"For some -- Yes!" Jenny responded; her face colouring. She had not told her friends about Felicity, Roger, their Master Nathaniel, and the happy cuckold marriage all three enjoyed. "And for others, it can be more than that!" she continued, to add to the mystery.

For the next half an hour Jenny told Carol and Nicola about Nathaniel and his ownership of Felicity, and the child she was carrying. Eyes became wider as he recounted Roger's story and the relinquishing of his manliness. By the end of the talk, Carol understood why Arnold may not be the strange young man that she thought him to be; different maybe, but not strange. "So let's hope the guys over the road understand," she said finally.

The room fell silent, as Carol and Nicola took in the implications of what they were starting. Jenny looked at them both, concerned that they had misgivings about the path they were about to follow. "So! Are we agreed? Carol? Nicky? Are we agreed?"

Carol was first to respond. "I shall tell Arnold that he has a choice. Me and cuckolding. Or no me!"

"Do it nicely please Carol. But it won't be 'cuckolding' in the strictest sense, will it?" Jenny responded.

Carol shook her head, "No! He's very nice, but Arnold is not a dynamic' type of guy, so I guess he'll be okay."

Jenny looked across the room to her smaller but equally pretty friend, "Nicky?"

Nicola gave a small laugh. "I can't wait, Jen! The more the merrier, is what I say." Subsequently, pretty little Nicola, student of Oxford, would prove to be as good as her word.

"And one more thing," Jenny said, feeling happier than she had earlier, "we never forget to stop taking 'the pill'. And no Anal!"

"Amen to that," said Carol.

"Hell yeah!" said Nicola.

"I shall talk to them tomorrow, " said Jenny.

It was Raoul who opened the door to Jenny's knock. A tall handsome young Black Man with a ready smile and an immediate appreciation of her beauty reflected in his eyes. "Hi! You're from across the road aren't you," he said. "Do you want to borrow some sugar, or something?"

"A little more than that," Jenny replied. "My two friends and I have a proposition for you and your house-mates. Can I come in and talk."

Jenny's gamble she was taking, that the four young men would somehow understand the proposed offer, unnerved her suddenly. 'What if they think we are prostitutes,' she thought; echoing Carol's question. The reality was more difficult than the theory.

They were sitting together in the Lounge and, glancing around, she noticed that books and papers were spread out over the dining table, dining chairs, and much of the floor. She was encouraged to note the lack of an aroma of marijuana, identifying what smelt like a recently consumed curry instead. 'Typical 'man-cave', she thought.

"Gentlemen, this Lady is one of the girls from across the road," Raoul said, "and she doesn't want sugar, but she does has a proposition to make."

Jenny smiled at each one in turn. "Hi, I'm Jenny," she said as she was shown into the middle of the room.

It was Raoul who made the introductions. "Well Jenny, my name is Raoul, this ugly ape here is my Brother, Marcus." The resigned smile told her that the fierce looking young man was used to being insulted. Pointing to a smaller man (at just six feet tall) he introduced Samuel, who was of a slightly lighter colour than his three friends. "And finally," Raoul said as he pointed to another dark man lounging in an old armchair, "this is Jamal. We call him 'Jamal the Clever Bugger'. He tells us he has an IQ of one hundred and forty, but I don't believe it"

Jamal's eyes seemed to look directly into Jenny's soul, who suddenly had an intuition that the calm young man had already guessed her reason to visit their 'Bachelor Pad'. "So, what's on your mind pretty Jenny," he asked, in a beautifully modulated English accent, albeit with dark West Indian tones.

The beautiful young red-haired girl had their attention, without question, for the next half hour. She laid out the offer of sexual pleasures without commitment by three pretty young Women to the four big handsome Black students in a positive and self confident manner. Without blushing, she specified the constraints on their accessibility and the reasons for them, all of which received understanding nods from the assembled men. Inevitably, Jenny finished her presentation, spread her hands in a gesture of completion, and asked them, "So that's our offer. Friends with Benefits! Partying with us and pleasure without commitment or negative impact on our studies. For all of us. Do you have any questions?"

It was Marcus who spoke. The quiet man who Jenny had wrongly assumed to be the least intelligent, asked a question of the arrangement they had not thought through. "Jenny," he said, "I understand the reason for not dating or preferences of partner." Jenny nodded. "So who decides who fucks who on any given night, or do we all just go at it in one big heap of flesh?"

The four men suppressed laughter, whereas Jenny's face coloured at this very fundamental question that had not been considered. She thought quickly to address the problem and remembered she had heard how football teams were drawn for knockout games in what was called the F A Cup. "We should draw lots. Like the football draw..."

"Like the F A Cup?" asked Jamal, failing to hide his amusement by suppressing a laugh. "And who's going to do it? Arsenal's Centre Forward?"

Jenny hid her annoyance better than Jamal concealed his sarcasm, and bit her lip as the laughing dissipated. 'Now get this, you smug bastard,' she thought.

"Carol's Boyfriend can do that!"

The room fell silent. Jenny realised that she may have just blown the opportunity as she looked at their confused faces. The boys glanced questioningly at each other, eyebrows were raised, but nobody spoke.

"Carol is the tall girl, isn't she," Samuel said; having been silent since Jenny arrived and introduced herself. "I've seen her with her Boyfriend. He doesn't look to be much like us."

Jenny stepped in to guide the conversation. "When I say Boyfriend, Carol tells me Arnold is more 'friend' than anything else. He carries her books, and sits by her at lectures. And that's it!"

Jenny was feeling distraught by her unwise inclusion of Arnold into the proposition and was preparing to hear the clear refusal from one of the very desirable men, when Raoul spoke. "Would Arnold be a willing cuckold, do you think Jenny?"

The question startled the pretty red-head. She hadn't expected them to be aware of such matters. "You know about that....., " she searched for the right word, "..... lifestyle?"

Their uproarious laughter cut through the tension. The guys slapped their thighs, the chair arms, each others' backs and coughed loudly. Jenny, on her part thought just one thing, 'They know!" And she smiled patiently as the laughter subsided.

It was the quiet Samuel who spoke. "Jenny," he said quietly, "I know we are young, just like you and your friends over the road, But Jamal, Raoul, Marcus, and I have had Lovers before we came up to Oxford; all of them white and married. So we know a little bit about acquiescing husbands, fiancées, or boyfriends. But I do have a question."

Jenny now knew that the young men who were going to bed Carol, Nicola, and herself were more than just inexperienced pseudo macho-men. Other men's Wives had smiled up into their faces as they had opened their legs for them, while their husbands stood aside, waited patiently outside the bedroom, or watched from a distance that could be measured in miles or inches -- depending on the arrangement. They were young Black Masters, and Jenny felt an immediate rush of sexual anticipation -- she was aroused. But even as her face flushed red she had a question to answer.

"What's your question Samuel?"

"There are three of you girls, and four of us, so how will that work?"

Jenny knew she couldn't answer directly so gave an honest response. "We haven't thought that through yet. I guess someone will have to wait," she replied.

"Or double up!" Jamal exclaimed, and failing to hide his smile.

It would be for many years that Jenny would wonder just why she immediately thought of Nicola in response to Jamal's comment. Was it prescience? Or did she already know her new(ish) friend better than she realised? Nonetheless, her noncommittal reply of, "Let's see how it goes," was accepted with good grace by the four potential Black Studs.

"So when do you want to start?" asked Raoul.

Jenny thought for a moment. "We have to get the practicalities together," she replied, "and Arnold needs to be organised. Today is Wednesday, so how about Friday evening at eight o'clock."

Carol was not surprised when Arnold's face lit up with interest and happy arousal when she told him what the three girls were planning for Friday. He knew he was not, and would never be an Alpha Male for the opposite sex; intellectually he was a giant but he was honest enough to realise that his thin little penis would never make a girl's eyes roll back in sexual ecstasy. And when the young Woman he now thought of as his 'girlfriend' had told him that he would always be her special little man, he was now emotionally ready to be the girls' 'Facilitator' -- and her cuckold.

It was Nicola who answered the door on that first night to the young healthy and ambitious young men who had one thing on each of their minds. The introductions in the Living Room were warm, but with a distinct atmosphere of reticence tempered by expectancy, only partly relaxed by a glass of tepid white wine. Unsurprisingly, it was Jenny who took over the meeting and gave two small red velvet sacks, marked 'M' and 'F', containing plastic balls, marked with each other's names to Arnold.

It was Jamal who broke the ice. "Before you start," he said, turning to Arnold, "why don't we all have a preview of what's on offer."

Jen looked questioningly at him, suddenly confused. Carol too, was wondering what Jamal had on his mind, but not Nicola; with a happy smile on her face, she started to unbutton her white cotton blouse. Seeing the pretty, slim, dark-haired young Woman readily removing her clothes, Jamal followed suit.

"Good idea!" exclaimed Raoul as, glancing sideways he saw his Brother, Marcus, and the tall girl, Carol, doing the same. And then, as he stepped naked out of his underpants, he laughed and said, "Do we all line up for inspection now?"

As each, naked young man and naked young woman, stood before each other, a nervous laughter rippled around the room. As each young man looked upon the naked beauty of Jenny, Carol, and Nicola, they realised with humility that they were being subjected to the same level of scrutiny. As Jenny scanned their bodies and torsos, taking in their muscles and physical form with appreciation of their manliness, Carol gazed at their handsome faces, feeling a strong attraction to Raoul, Jamal, and Samuel, who, in her own mind, she thought to be quite beautiful. Unlike her more aesthetic friends, Nicola looked straight at their equipment, taking in the lengths and thicknesses of their large cocks, that hung like dark industrial cable from their groin to almost half way down their muscular thighs.

Jenny looked across the room with concern at her friend Nicola, who's mouth hung open in amazement. "Nicky," she exclaimed, "close your mouth, you'll catch a fly."

The atmosphere in the room warmed immediately at Jenny's joke as all seven of the prospective Lovers relaxed in their company. And each and every one of them moved nearer to each other and look more closely at the pleasures to come.

"Where's Arnold?" Carol said, looking past the big fierce face of Marcus.

"I'm here, Dear," came the reply from behind Kamal.

All turned to look at the small, young, white man, standing in the corner, holding the two sacks of balls in front of the crotch of his trousers -- his distorted trousers. The young man had clearly become excited at.... what? The nakedness of the girls or, more likely, his girlfriend, Carol? The nakedness of the Black Men? The prospect of an orgy involving the Woman he loves? The thought of one of those heavy cocks disappearing into Carol? Or was it the atmosphere of highly charged sexuality? Whatever the reason, it was time to choose, and the gathering of the naked and expectant preferred to ignore the poor young man's embarrassment and start the fun.

"We all know why we are here," Jenny said, "so you can select the first female participant from the 'F' bag please, Arnold."

Arnold reached in without looking and pulled out a small table tennis ball marked with a pink 'C'. His face turned a bright red as he placed the ball to one side.

"Now the first 'Male' please," Jenny said gently, in the understanding of Arnold's emotions. He pulled out a ball from the 'M' bag.

"J," he said, looking around at the superior male who was going to bed his girlfriend that night. Arnold's eyes widened in foreboding as Carol and Jamal manoeuvred around the others to stand close to each other and hold hands.

"The next female please Arnold." Jenny wanted to keep Arnold steady, so hurried the small young man along.

Nicola, next out of the bag, was immediately paired with Marcus. The pair immediately smiled at each other, and in common with Carol and Jamal, moved closer together. The 'big ugly's' arm, that curled possessively around the waist of his naked date, earned a warm response from the pretty young Woman, by her own hand stroking the dark skin of the cheeks of his arse.

The last ball was Jenny's, who was immediately paired with Raoul. Their smile of expectation illuminated the room

"So what about Samuel?" asked Carol. "Two of the boys will have to share one of us. Was that your plan, Jenny?"

Jenny stepped in to prevent a minor crisis. "We discussed this earlier, but we need to agree a 'way ahead'. So I guess the first question is, are us girls ready to be 'doubled'?"

Carol and Nicola nodded. "Good! Then the next question is for our lovely new friends," Jenny said. Then looking around at the four big Black Men she asked the question that was everybody's mind. "So, are you ready to share if it's your turn?"

Their confident smiles and positive response told the pretty trio that the young Black Studs had already discussed such a scenario, and were still enthusiastic and eager to proceed.

The young naked red-headed beauty, who had taken on the mantle of 'Mistress of Ceremonies' turned to the little white man nearby, who still stood open mouthed at the scene before him. "Arnold," she said, "put your tongue back in, and place the girls back in the 'F Bag', shake it, and then select the girl who is going to be busy tonight."

"Mistress?"

"Select the lucky girl."

With a shaking hand, he reached in and pulled out the 'N' ball, to a whoop of delight from Nicola, who dropped to her knees before Marcus and Samuel.

Jenny smiled to herself as she laid back on the nearby sofa to open her legs wide for Raoul. 'Why am I so surprised it's Nicky? It must be fate,' she thought just before her dark skinned Lover's lips made contact with hers as he lowered himself to join her. Within moments the thinking stopped as she instinctively reached for his thickening and hardening member to position it's round head at her wet vagina's entrance. Raoul lifted his head from Jenny's and smiled down at her pretty face as he gently, but insistently pushed his welcome cock inside her. His insistence gave rise to an even happier smile from the red-headed beauty and a long sigh of pleasure as it's full length disappeared from view.

The previously placed mattress on the floor of the room now accommodated Nicola, who was sat astride Marcus's waist with his long and heavy manhood completely engulfed in her vagina as her tongue and mouth pleasured Samuel's (in hers and the other girls view) beautiful organ. If any of the three Lovers felt disadvantaged because of sharing, there was little evidence of it.

Arnold didn't care, or was unaware, that his little penis was like a small hard stick as he watched from the corner of the room, the sight of an unmistakeable and shameless interracial orgy. Nevertheless, his 'little pencil' stiffened further as his beloved Carol led Jamal to the other sofa in the room for her to sit down and take Jamal's member into her mouth.

Under her inexperienced, but attentive pleasuring, the handsome Black Man was fully hard within the minute, so not one second was wasted as Carol lay back and invited his cock inside her by pulling her knees back level with her ears to invite the deepest penetration possible. There was no over-precious ladylike pretensions from the tall beauty, because nature will always show the way; as inexperienced as Carol was, she desired to mate with a superior male and was happy to let him know it.

Arnold was initiated into cuckoldry that night. He knew that he had been unmanned as he gazed at the gyrations and heard the noises of the healthy young animals at their pleasure. He rapidly transitioned the emotional stages of cuckolding in seconds; from shock, to denial, agony, acceptance, endurance, and finally, to culminate in the 'enjoyment' phase as each young Black Man penetrated the beauties they were pleasuring. Finally, and to his complete humiliation, his 'pencil' spurted a tea-spoon of semen into his underpants as Jamal's back arched, Carol screamed in ecstasy, and the hard rod embedded inside the pretty young blond, he thought of as his girlfriend, streamed its hot seed in long, heavy, and happily received spurts.

As Arnold sank to his knees in an embarrassing sexual spasm, a very happy and satisfied Jenny Jones looked over Raoul's shoulder at the little white cuckold, and had an idea.

To be continued.