TIFFANY'S BLACK COCK ORGY SeXStoRY

TIFFANY'S BLACK COCK ORGY Copyright (c) 2013 Fred Lake Earlier, my husband (Fred) was watching videos on XHamster and found one of a bunch of white wives and black cocks. He showed it to me, and we remembered a time (over 30 years ago) when I attended such a party. (My name actually isn't Tiffany but since somebody thought it was when I posted that bachelor party story where Tiffany was my stage name, let's go with that. Fred will edit this story later, so it's probably not all my writing, since I don't write very well. Fred writes fiction and nonfiction quite easily. Anyway...) At the time of the black cock orgy, I wrote a long entry in my journal, and I was able to find it to help me write this story of the event. We were living in California, had been married a few years, and had been swingers for a couple of years. We went to a swinger club maybe twice a month, and I'd get fucked four or five times. I was in my mid-late 20s and I had discovered the joy of fucking different cocks, as they all felt different inside me. Every weekend there was an "open house" party and we usually went to those. The club was always having theme parties: blondes only, shaved pussy only, over 30, big boobs, strip contest, whatever. We didn't go to most of those because they were set up to have less than the normal number of women but most of the normal number of men. They were an excuse for women who wanted a lot of sex, more than I usually wanted. We had gone to a couple of them, and Fred would go to one without me now and then. We were at an open house party one night, going to town on all of our friends. I was being fucked doggy style by this one guy and I saw this black guy with a very large cock screwing the brains out of Angela, a friend of mine. He eventually came in her, (and the guy banging me came in me) and I went over to lay down beside him and claim his next erection. We started talking. His name was (he said) Benjamin, and he was very nice to talk to. He had a foreign accent (Jamaican, I guess). After a few minutes I started playing with and then sucking his cock, and (well, it was a swinger orgy) he eventually shoved a foot of black sausage inside me, made me cum, and came in me. I could feel him way deep inside me, deeper than most men. It didn't feel better or uncomfortable, just different and interesting. He didn't leave much sperm inside me because he'd already had three women, he said. He even apologized for it. He rolled off of me and another woman was already there to claim his next turn at bat. We were both talking to him and he said that a couple of weeks later there would be a theme party for married white women and single black guys. Our husbands were very specifically not invited. Now, the club had some black guys, but not that many, and I probably didn't get one of them inside me more than once every few months. I wasn't a size queen, but I wasn't above drooling over a particularly nice cock now and then. My moving in to claim Benjamin's foot-long sausage was actually a little out of character for me. I thought about the theme party, and decided that I'd go just because it would be something different. I asked Fred if it was ok, and he said it would be fine with him. He even offered to drive me there. I asked at the club office for information (and an invitation). It turned out that the black cocks for the party were from another swinger club, one that was all black men. (No white men allowed.) Lots of white women, married and otherwise, went to their monthly parties, which more or less amounted to gangbangs because the ratio of men-to-women was about five-to-one. It had been worked out between the two clubs to use our larger club building for the theme party. I got a letter in the mail a couple of days later. The letter was very polite and friendly, although it made no effort to use euphemistic terms. It was full of things like "you will get fucked" and "you will get sperm inside your pussy" and so forth. The letter made clear that the women had to be married and under thirty, and that the women who had asked for the letter had been pre-screened to be sure they qualified. The letter had specific instructions, as the letters for theme parties always did, but these were curious. I was to arrive wearing nothing but panties and a bra. I was to wear my wedding ring but didn't have to wear my engagement ring (which of course was more expensive, bigger, and often got in the way). The party would start at nine in the evening (a bit later than most), but we were not to leave before nine the next morning. Women attending the party were specifically told that they would be fucking the biggest cocks we had ever seen and would be fucked repeatedly all night long. (Yeah, I had heard that before, but the guys were always pooped out and worthless by midnight. I figured that some of them would reload and wake us up in the middle of the night, and that was ok.) Husbands were not to attend, not even just to watch. The letter had the usual hyperbole about being our "wildest selves" for one crazy night. I knew Angela had also signed up for the black cock orgy and I called her to discuss the letter, which she had also gotten. She was worried about the bra and panties thing, since we'd have to park at the club and walk in maybe a hundred feet. She didn't really want to do that, even in a deserted part of town. Fred reminded me that he had offered to drive us and drop us at the door, and said he'd drop by the next morning to pick us up. Two days later, Debbie called. She was another woman from the swinger club, and she was also going to the black cock orgy. I invited her to ride with us, and she said that Stephanie was going and could she ride with us as well. That was all Fred's car could carry, so I didn't encourage more requests. We made plans for the evening. The women considered going out to eat but finally decided each of us would eat at home. We also decided to wear something over our underwear just in case Fred had car trouble on the way to the party. We'd leave those clothes in his car. Fred was a dear to go to all of this trouble for us, but he wanted us to have fun and be safe. (I found out later that some of the older women had entertained the husbands of the women who went to the black cock orgy.) The days until the party dragged on and on, and then suddenly it was the day. I could barely function at work that day, and was jumpy and nervous when I got home. I picked out matching leopard-print underwear for the party, and a simple wrap-type dress that I could quickly get out of in his car. We left the house at eight, and picked up the others along the way. Stephanie was first, and like me she had worn a simple cocktail dress she planned to leave in the car. "Are you going condoms or bareback?" she asked me as soon as she was in the car. I hadn't thought about it much. The swinger club was lady's choice as far as that was concerned. There were two big play rooms and one was declared the free game zone, while the other was the condom room. Each woman picked a room, although she could change rooms if she wanted, and so far as I knew every woman was on birth control if she wasn't terminally stupid. I almost always went bareback just to avoid the bother, but sometimes cruised through the other room looking for interesting men. "I had just assumed bareback," I said, "since that's what I usually do. Don't you?" "I usually do," Stephanie said, "but I don't know these guys, and I usually like to know a guy before he cums inside me." We knew that all of the guys had been tested and none of them had STDs, and it was another very different time and bareback sex with total strangers was pretty common. I guess it's amazing that I never got a case of something. We picked up Angela next. She was wearing what amounted to a short bathrobe. It might be presentable if we had car trouble, but I doubted it. Stephanie quickly asked her if she was going to require the men to use condoms. "Hell yes," Angela said. "I don't know who these guys are." Angela was a good friend, and we often hung around together at the club. I knew that she always fucked bareback and had fucked the black guy who invited us at the last party. "Come on, girls," I said with a laugh. "Live a little. This is a one-time thing, so go all the way!" They both laughed but said "no" again. We picked up Debbie last, and Stephanie pounced. "You're going to make the guys use condoms, right?" "I haven't decided," she said. I didn't know Debbie well enough to know if she normally used them or not. Debbie was wearing a blouse and a short skirt, and like the rest of us, planned to leave them in the car. We got to the club about a 8:45 and Fred parked at the far end of the parking lot. "Ladies," he said, "you may now disrobe." We quickly complied. For swingers, we all felt a little silly sitting in our underwear in a car on a dark parking lot. "Does anyone know how many women are going to be here?" Debbie asked. "I don't know," Fred said, "but there go two of them now." Two women had parked about six parking places away from the door and were quickly walking in wearing only the required (or permitted) underwear. "At least it won't be just the four of you." At that point, a car cruised by and pulled up to the door. A woman got out, wearing a trench coat or something. She took it off and threw it into the car, then turned and walked into the building. She was, clearly, wearing only panties and a bra. They were bright red and easily seen in the lights by the door. "If anybody wants to chicken out, you can," Fred said, "but I'm going up to drive up to the door." The car eased forward and made the turn, stopping just at the club door. "Don't worry," Fred said. "There are at least seven women. How many of those big black studs can there be? Twelve? Fifteen? The odds are not out of control. Go, have fun!" "See you tomorrow," I said, kissing him, and opened the front door. In the back seat, Debbie opened the door. We all got out and walked into the club. We felt a little silly entering the swinger club wearing only underwear, since we had (previously) always been more or less dressed. At least when we went into the club; we were always naked within an hour of arrival. The club building had a lobby the size of a large living room, and there were five women already there. We joined them. Stephanie asked what we were waiting for and one of the women already there said "the black lady said to wait here." A few minutes passed, during which two more women arrived. We were all wearing panties and bras and were all comparing each other's selection of lingerie. All of it was sexy; some was see-through, but it varied. The pair of panties with the most material would have made five pairs of the tiny little thing that Debbie was wearing. A black woman walked into the room. She was fully dressed. "Glad you could make it," she said. "I'm Kabinda, and I'm the den mother for this little orgy. If you have a problem, you can come to me, but girls, the only problem you're going to have is getting sore. There are cocks in there more than a foot long, and all of them are hard and ready for you. I hope your pussies are wet." I am, really, not sure of here name. It was a long time ago, but Kabinda sounds right. It was an African-sounding name, anyway. Several of us expressed our readiness to begin the festivities. "Don't get your panties in a bunch," Kabinda said. "In fact, just go ahead and take them off. The bras too. You heard me, get butt naked." All of us were a little confused. Why were we told to wear panties and bras only to take them off ten feet inside the door, before even getting to the party rooms? Some asked Kabinda what was up. "You heard me, strip!" she said, not with a snarl, but with a snap, like a drill sergeant, or maybe like our mothers when they wanted us to set the table. I shrugged and unhooked my bra and stepped out of my panties. I looked around for someplace to hang them, or put them. "Just drop them on the floor," Kabinda said. "You won't need them again." I tossed mine against the wall where at least they weren't in the walkway. Some did the same, while others just dropped their undies where they stock. "Ok, ladies, get set for the fuck of your life!" Kabinda said, turning to open the door to the free game room, the one where no men wore condoms. "I'm going to the other room," Stephanie said. "They can use condoms if they want to get inside me." "Me too," Angela said, along with a couple of others. "Shut up and get in there," Kabinda said. "There ain't no rubbers big enough for these cocks, so just get in there and take the sperm in your cunts like good little white girls!" That was, I thought, a little harsh, but I didn't care since I liked sperm inside me. Several women went through the door, and so did Debbie. "Come on, girls," I said to my friends. "We're gonna get fucked, so what difference does sperm make?" "I don't know any of these guys," Stephanie said. "Not well enough to let them cum inside me." "You'll get to know them very well soon enough," Kabinda said. "Now get in there!" "It'll be fine," I said, taking one of my friends in each arm. "Let's go get our brains fucked out." I stepped forward and after a nudge they stepped with me. We passed through the door into the free game room, which I guess these days would be called the creampie room. My pussy was already dripping and it wasn't with cock sauce. Not yet. We entered the room, and I saw at once that the lights had been turned about halfway down. It was a little dim, maybe gloomy, but not dark. It was easy enough to get around without tripping over everything. There were about a dozen black men, all of them naked, and yes, they all were very well endowed. Some were hard, but even soft they were bigger than most men I had fucked. Keeping Stephanie and Angela with me, we began to circulate around the room, saying hello to a couple of the men. "Enough of this," said the third man we met. "One of you get on your knees and suck me." I was ready to do it when Angela dropped and went to work on the guy. I felt hands, strong powerful hands, come from behind me and grab my breasts, kneading them firmly but gently. Then one of his hands slid down my side to my pussy and I felt a finger probe inside my slit, rubbing against my clit. "Damn, girl, you're wet," he said. Using his hands and his feet, he spread my legs and pushed me over at the waist. "Grab your knees and hold on," he said, sliding his cock into me from behind. Oh my fucking God. He was big, both long and thick. I hadn't even met him, had not even seen his face. I had not had a chance to pick out a sofa or a bed, but was being fucked standing up in the middle of the room, with nothing to hang onto. His powerful hands held my body in place while his powerful cock thrust deep inside me. I was trying to decide if I had ever had a bigger cock in my pussy when I felt him thrust and buck and something hot gushed into my pussy. Oh my fucking God. I had been in the free game room for less than two minutes and this guy had just fucked me and cum inside me. It was going to be a wicked night. "Thanks," he said, pulling out. I felt a wad of his sperm gush from my pussy lips and run down my leg. I felt like I needed to go to the ladies' room and clean up, something I didn't normally have to do for the first hour. I got a few steps in that direction when another black man appeared in front of me. "Hello," he said. "I'm Billy, and I'm your next fuck. How do you want it?" "Can we at least find a bed or something?" I heard myself asked. This was just too surreal. Swinger parties usually had a half an hour of talking before anybody got laid, and here I was going to get my second fuck in the first five minutes. He guided me past another woman who was getting fucked standing up, and I saw an empty bed and headed for it. I practically dove into it, and rolled over spreading my legs. "Good girl," Billy said, dropping on top of me and into me with a single motion. "Damn your pussy is hot." He stroked me long and slow, and I felt myself building to an orgasm. "Ready for it?" he asked. "I need to fuck some more before you cum," I said. "I need to cum. I really need to cum." "My pleasure," he said, changing the beat of his thrusts. I felt myself building higher and higher, and then suddenly I was shaking like a leaf while feeling him slam deep inside me. "You made it," he said, rather than asked. "Glad I could oblige. My first one is usually pretty fast." He got up and moved away, and that gave me time to look around. There were a lot of black guys in the room, at least twenty of them if not more. Some were standing around with limp dicks dripping sperm, while others were fucking women in every position you could imagine. Benjamin went by and smiled, but I don't think I fucked him that night. I already had, so it was not a big deal either way. I wasn't planning to keep a list of the guys who fucked me, and Benjamin was the only one I knew by name. I saw the door from the lobby open and another woman enter, naked with long blonde hair. A black guy swept her off her feet and took her to a bed. I couldn't see what happened next but I didn't have to guess. "That makes twelve of us," I said to Angela. "More than that," she replied. "I've seen at least two come in, Melanie and Vickie." They were two women I more or less knew at the club. I had screwed both of their husbands more than once. Vickie had eaten her husband's sperm out of my pussy. I watched the woman on a bed across from me ride a black cock reverse cowgirl. She smiled at me, and I realized it was Stephanie. He legs already had sperm on them, so that had to have been her second fuck. I guess she got over the idea of making them wear condoms. Kabinda had told us we didn't have that option and made it clear there would be no arguing the point. Stephanie and I maintained eye contact as she rode his cock in a steady rhythmic motion. My eyes were startled by the flash of a camera, and I heard the whirring noise of a Polaroid ejecting a photo. I saw the black man who had taken the picture, and realized he had taken one of me, laying their naked with my legs spread and my pussy dripping cum. "Hey!" I said. The club didn't allow photography except on certain nights, and I avoided those. "Don't worry," he said, "the photos will be given to you tomorrow morning to show your husband." He turned and took a picture of Stephanie riding the black guy. I watched her shake with a full-blown orgasm, and watched the black cock pump into her. It slipped out, and what seemed like a quart of cock sauce gushed out of her. The camera flashed again, recording the moment. Looking back 30 years later, I really regret that video cameras had not been invented. I'd like to watch that party again, at least once, with Fred. Stephanie rolled off of the guy. I saw him and he smiled at me, then got up and walked away. (At regular parties, guys would often go get a drink or a snack after each cumshot. Cuddling wasn't a normal event, so this was no big deal.) Stephanie curled up, but she didn't seem to be crying. Two women walked between my bed and Stephanie's headed for the restroom, and both had sperm running down their legs. We smiled at each other as they went by. I was trying to decide what to do next when two more black guys approached my bed. "I'm Ron, and this is Mike," one of them said. "Want some company?" I could tell they had nice sized cocks, even if both were currently limp and dripping, so I just smiled and motioned with both hands for them to lay down on each side of me. We chatted for a couple of minutes, and their hands started to explore my body. I reached down and took a grip on both cocks, and started to squeeze and stroke them. Both guys started sucking my nipples, and it was really nice to have both sucked at once. I felt fingers exploring the folds of my pussy, and felt them rub some lube on my clit and inside me. I was surprised at how fast they got hard again. I had probably been inside the party room for all of fifteen minutes, and they had obviously already fucked other women, but they were ready very quickly. Deciding the guy on my left was the hardest, I gave his cock a tug and whispered "you first" in his direction. He moved between my legs and slid his cock into me. He fucked me very hard and came after a couple of minutes, then got up, muttered "thanks" in a hoarse voice, and moved away. Before I could invite his partner to take his turn, he was already moving between my legs. "Are you sore?" he asked. I assured him I was not. I was a swinger and used to getting around four cocks at each party, but never this fast. Sometime during the fuck I saw another flashbulb, and figured someone just took a picture of me getting fucked. He brought me to a nice medium orgasm and after I stopped shaking he started pumping again. I could actually feel his cock as the sperm pumped into me. "You've got a very nice body," he said. Then got up and left. I could feel their loads oozing out of me. I decided it was a good time to clean up, and headed for the restroom. I had to decline one invitation and promise another guy that I'd fuck him later before I got there. Inside was sanctuary, since no men were allowed. I went to the bidet to wash up, and cleaned myself out as well as I could. After that, I tried the opposite door (to the condom room) but it was locked. No escape there. Kabinda came through the restroom a few minutes later, asking me and the others there how we were doing. Stephanie had been in the rest room but Kabinda herded her back out into the party room. Two other women in the rest room also left at Kabinda's urging. "These guys are big," I said, "but we've got all night, they don't have to be in such a hurry." She laughed and said that black guys reloaded faster than the white guys I was used to. "Now get back out there!" she said. "Cocks are needing service. You're already had as much cock as you get at most parties, but it's only a start!" There was a clock in the rest room and it was nearly ten o'clock. A whole hour had gone by? I seemed like just a few minutes. I washed up, squirted a bunch of lube inside my pussy, and went back into the party room. Not six feet from the rest room door, two black guys came up beside me, one on either side. Without a word, they lifted me up, each with one hand under my butt and the other behind my shoulders, and carried me across the room. It didn't take long to figure out where we were headed. The back of the room had three sex swings, those things with straps that hung from the ceiling. I had ridden the swings a few times in my visits to the club, and had no problem with them. The guys tried to maneuver me into the swing but it wasn't going to work. "Let me down," I said. "I can get into the swing easier by myself." They did put me down, and I had no trouble hopping up into the swing, getting my feet into the stirrups, and spreading my legs wide. "Who wants to go first?" I asked. "Can I?" one of them asked. "Did you mean 'May I?' instead?" I teased. "Yes, ma'am, that was it," he said with a shy smile. He had a nice big fully erect cock, not the biggest one in the room but bigger than what I usually got at a swinger party. Even in the dim light, I could see the light reflect from it, and I knew he had rubbed lube onto it. "Give it to me!" I whispered, and he did. I really don't remember much about that particular fuck, although obviously he came inside me. Getting fucked in a sex swing is different than on a bed. If you don't get yourself adjusted into the swing just right, it's not very comfortable, but if you do, it's better than a bed because your motion is not restricted. I do remember the second guy who fucked me in the swing, since he had a particular technique. He didn't thrust his cock in and out, but worked it around in a circle, like he was stirring a drink through the narrow opening. It felt great. It was the first time a man had done that to me, but my husband Fred eventually mastered it. I think I got fucked four or five times in the swing, maybe six. Later there were a couple of photos of me in the swing, one of me getting fucked and another of me dripping cum. After that, I was getting a little sore and headed back for the bathroom. Kabinda tried to hurry me back out, but I told her I was going to rest for a while. Debbie came in and said she had been fucked six (I think) times. Another friend, Linda, came into the rest room with cum running down her legs. I didn't even know she was at the party. "I got here late," she said when we talked. "My husband had to run an errand before he dropped me off. He had some kind of problem, and when I got here the door to the party room was locked. I knocked on it and eventually some black guy let me in. I think that was about ten." "Did he make you strip in the lobby?" I asked. "No, why would he?" she said. "I'd have thought all that underwear on the lobby floor would have been a clue," I said. "Didn't see any," Linda said. "What's the deal?" "The black woman who said she's the den mother made us all strip out there," I said. "We couldn't figure out why we had to show up in underwear and then take it off in the lobby." "No idea," Linda said, "but some black woman, must have been the same one, picked up mine after it came off." "Probably put it out of the way somewhere," I suggested. "No doubt," Linda laughed. "We'll get it back in the morning. They can't expect us to go home naked." We stayed in the rest room for a while, and when Kabinda showed up, it was with a tray of drinks and sandwiches and other snacks. Angela and Stephanie came in while we were eating but went to wash up. The rest room had bidets and showers, not just toilets. Angela took a shower but Stephanie came and sat down with us. "Want a sandwich?" I asked. "I can't eat a thing," she said. "Two guys came in my mouth and I swallowed it. Three more came in my pussy." "Better eat something to keep up your strength," Kabinda advised. "You've got hours of fucking and miles of cock ahead of you." We all smiled at that. Every guy out there had cum at least three times, most of them four. It was past eleven o'clock and I for one was planning to hide out until midnight. Kabinda would not hear of it, and sent us all back to the party room at eleven forty-five, with the cum washed off of our bodies and lube filling our pussies. Most of the black guys were gone, obviously in the men's lounge to get something to eat or drink. Two or three of them were still fucking somebody. We s**ttered around the room. Some of us grabbed fresh sheets and threw them on the beds we had been using. (Obviously, we used only the fitted bottom sheets. You didn't need a sheet on top of you, and only a fitted sheet, with the elastic corners, could stay in place with all that fucking.) Linda, Stephanie, and I picked adjacent beds and had a seat, expecting to chat for a while before the guys returned. We figured they would be willing but doubted they would be able. "We might get one fuck out of each," Linda said. "Most of them," Stephanie said. "A couple of them have probably gone home, and one or two of them will be good for two shots, so it should average out. Two more fucks and we're probably done for the night." That was when we discovered something we had not been told about. We heard the door to the lobby open, and in walked two more black guys. They were naked, and while not really erect, they were clearly hung. That was fine, a little bit of fresh cock wouldn't go to waste. A moment later, two more naked black men walked in, then more, until more than a dozen had walked in. They began to spread out around the room, and the three of us noticed a pack of black beefcake zeroing in on our beds. "Better get ready, girls," Linda said. "The second shift just walked in." She was right. These were more guys, and I was a little scared. Had these guys been approved by the swinger club? Checked for diseases? I had to wonder. The one that came to my bed looked nice enough, and was quite polite. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said, "is this bed taken?" "Before we start anything," I said, putting a hand on his chest (which might as well have been a block of granite), "did the club approve you guys?" "Oh yes ma'am!" he assured me. "We were all tested this week, and we're certified prime cock meat, clean and clear, ready to get to work." With that, he moved in on me, pushing me gently but firmly back onto the bed and starting to work on my pussy with his fingers. "What the heck," I said to myself, and let him fuck me. He was big (they all were) and reached deep inside me with his cock. The deepest part of my pussy had gotten more action in three hours than it had in the two or three years I had been a swinger. When he came, I could feel him pulsing, but he didn't stop pumping. I wondered what was going on, because I still felt full. He just continued fucking me, and I swear I felt him pump a second load into me as I reached my own climax. "You are one fine lady," he said as he rolled off of me. "One prime piece of white pussy. What's your name?" I told him, and he said I had a very nice name. "Done with her?" came the voice of a second black man. "Sure," said the one beside me. "She's really sweet, but be sure you make her cum. She deserves that." The first man got up and the second laid down. I felt for his cock and found it about half erect. "I already left a load in your friend over there," he said. "Suck on it some and I'll give you a load, too." "Say please," I teased him. "Please, ma'am," he said. I went to work and he got hard very quickly. Before he could climb on top of me, I climbed on top of him, backwards, reverse cowgirl. I had learned over the years to change positions to I didn't get sore so fast, and anyway, I wanted to look around the room. Stephanie was also on top of a guy, her back to me, pumping away. I could see Linda laying on her bed, having apparently just finished a guy. I spotted Angela in one of the sex swings, with a guy inside her, and another guy waiting in line. I couldn't see Debbie and assumed she was somewhere. Some guy with a camera came by and took a photo of me riding that cock. It was one of the better ones I was given the next morning and Fred said it showed off my body really well. My pussy was already full of cum and it was flowing out as the second cock went in. I never did cum that time, but he came inside of me, of course. I climbed off of him, and left him laying there. Cum was running down both of my legs and I wanted to go clean up, but I was intercepted by three black guys. "They said you like the swing," one said. "We've ever tried one of those, and we'd like to." Their faces were like little puppies asking for a treat, so I agreed. I walked over to the swing and hopped up into it, and they closed in on me. One of them ate me out (despite the cum) while one kissed me and the other sucked my nipples. It was kinda fun to be the center of attention. I felt something in my pussy and realized it was the long neck of a bottle of lube, being injected into me. It felt warm so I guess somebody ran hot water over it in the bathroom. That was a nice gesture. One of the men said that the youngest of the three was his nephew and that I was going to be his first white pussy. I doubted that but it didn't really matter. All three of them fucked me and came inside of me. When I got home, there was a photograph of a puddle of sperm on the floor and I can only assume it was under the sex swing. There was also a photo of me, more or less out of it, in the swing with the three guys behind me. They were spreading my legs and I was dripping sperm like a river. I don't remember any of it. I actually woke up in the swing sometime later when Stephanie checked on me. She helped me back into the rest room, where I took a shower and a nap. At some point, Kabinda woke me up. "You need to be in the party room, princess." She helped me lube up my pussy, which didn't feel all that sore, and I went back out. As I left the rest room, I noted that the time on the rest room clock was five in the morning. Most of the women were in the room, and others came out of the rest room after I did. I guess we were all on deck. There were a few guys circulating, but I didn't recognize any new faces, or bodies, or cocks. I guess they also took a nap, and most of them seemed to have showered. I took my place on the bed I used earlier and got fucked twice, and came the second time. I was still laying there when the outside door opened and another crew walked in. At least a dozen black men, all of them naked and hung. "Third shift," Linda said to me from her bed. "Fourth," Stephanie said. "A few guys came in an hour ago. Two of them fucked me while you were taking a nap." "I guess it's too late to make a run for it?" Linda said. "I guess so," I said as I watched the new crew spread out. It wasn't a minute before one of them was eating my pussy. He apparently didn't mind if I tasted like sperm. He dropped a load inside me and moved on, having never spoken a word. The next guy climbed on top of me without saying a word, shoved his cock inside me, pumped about five times, then pulled out without cumming. I saw him do the same thing to Linda and Stephanie. Apparently, he wanted to fuck all of us and knew he didn't have a dozen loads. Two more guys came inside me, and I headed for the rest room. I cleaned up, of course, but the real reason was that I was hungry. There was a selection of fresh pastries there that had not been there before, and one of the women from the club who was not part of the orgy. She was older, over 40, and had either not been invited or had not asked to be invited. "How's it going?" Susan asked me. The clock said it was seven-thirty. Had I been fucked five times in an hour and a half? Good lord. "Getting sore," I said. "I think I've fucked at least a dozen of them, and they're all pretty big." "I knew you girls would want breakfast," she said, "so I hit the bakery when it opened and got three boxes." "Thanks, Susan, really," I said, eating something I don't really remember. I was pretty hungry and ate two more. "Want to join us?" I asked. "I'm sure the guys won't mind fresh meat, even if you're over thirty." "I guess I could," Susan said. "Oh, what the hell. What can they do, throw me out? **** me?" She started stripping and hanging her clothes in a locker. There lockers were open cabinets, like in an NFL locker room. None of them had anything hanging in them because we all came her in our underwear and left it in the lobby. Kabinda walked in and saw what was going on. "You're a little late, lady," she said. "Were you invited?" "I wasn't part of this," Susan told her. "But I want some big cock. Is there any left?" "Sure enough," she said with a grin. "You get along in there and help yourself to some dark meat." Susan headed out the door while I washed my hands. As I was leaving, I saw Kabinda take Susan's bra and panties out of her locker and go out the other door, into the condom room. I started to follow her but decided that I was good for another round and headed back into the free play room. Sure enough, I was met practically at the door and e****ted or maybe herded toward the sex swings. "Guys, I have ridden the swing twice, and I want to get fucked in a bed from now on." They obligingly steered me to my "home" bed which was empty. On the way, I saw Susan on one of the beds riding a big black cock. Some guy took a photo of her. Two guys were waiting to fuck her, including the guy who only pumped me five times, and I knew she'd get her share. Needless to say, I got fucked again (twice). One of the guys wanted to shove it up my asshole but I told him not to do that, and he decided that my pussy would be fine. I knew we were in the home stretch. The party would end in less than an hour, and the guys were scrambling to find an open pussy for their last loads. There must have been thirty of them in the room, maybe more. Every woman had a guy inside her and another one or two waiting. I could see Stephanie sucking one cock while fucking another. A guy was waiting with a limp cock and I guessed he was hoping to get an erection before it was his turn. The action was pretty furious when I heard Kabinda announce "Thirty minutes to go! When you guys cum, get out of here and clean up! One more fuck each!" The guy inside me came, thanked me for a wonderful party, and left. Another guy came by but ended up coming in my mouth when he couldn't get hard enough to fuck me. After that, it was clearly over, as the only men left in the room were inside somebody. I got up and went to the rest room and showered, cleaning up as best as I could. "Where are our clothes?" I heard somebody asked. "In the black cock clubhouse as trophies," Kabinda told her. "You don't get them back." There was a lot of complaining about that, but Kabinda said "They're already gone, so there's nothing I can do." We wrapped ourselves in towels and walked out to the foyer. On a table there were stacks of Polaroid photos. I found a stack that were clearly of me (at least, the top one was). Kabinda stepped outside into the parking lot, and came back in announcing "Samantha" and I saw a woman (whom I sort of knew) leave. Kabinda continued to go outside, asking each car in line who they were there to pick up. The third car was Fred, and the four of us went out the door and into the car as quickly as we could. "Anybody want breakfast?" Fred asked, but we said we had all eaten our fill at the party. He was shocked and a little angry to find out that we no longer had the underwear we had been wearing the night before, but it wasn't the first time. Now and then we just couldn't find all of our clothes, and there was always a tradition on New Year's Eve to leave your underwear hanging on the rafters until the next year. The clothing we had left behind was still there in the car, and we struggled to get dressed without anyone outside seeing what was going on. It was Sunday morning and there wasn't much traffic in that part of town. "Do you girls want to go home?" he asked. "Or do you want to go to our house and calm down some?" We discussed it and decided to go back to my house. Fred parked inside the garage so that no one could see us wearing party clothes or towels. We went inside, and I found something for everybody to wear. We all sat around the table, discussing the event and showing Fred the photos. He was really impressed with our performances. It was an experience I enjoyed but had no desire to repeat. I had been gangbanged before that party, and I have been gangbanged a few more times over the years, but for me, getting gangbanged is a rare treat, not an obsession. Stephanie, on the other hand, became a total black cock slut, attending five or six of their parties over the next year, which was our last year living there. Melanie, Vickie, and Linda all went to a party or two at the black cock club. I might have gone at least once, but the schedule didn't work out the two times I thought about it. Linda told me that there were photos of me on the wall of their club, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Even today, I just don't like having my nude photos posted, which is why Fred rarely gets to do so. The Polaroid photos disappeared decades ago, thrown out during some move to another state. I found out later that it wasn't that hard to copy a Polaroid. Kodak made this thing where you put the photo in one side and put a camera in the other side and it could copy a photograph very well. So, I guess, there could be a whole set of them somewhere. Maybe that black cock club is still in business. END