Laying on the funny couch-thing, Julia rested her head back on the high armrest, her slitted eyes, filled with lustful desire, stared up at me as she tugged on mine and Paul's cocks. Her body, displayed as it was with her legs open, knees bent, her feet holding onto the couch edges, was coated with a thin sheen of sweat from the two explosive orgasms she had already experienced. Her pussy glistened wetly, her clit swollen and poking out from its hiding place, labia red and swollen as well, puffing out hungrily. Her tit's soft, pliant flesh rolled gently beneath mine and Paul's hands as we played with them, rolled and caressed her swollen nipples.
"Yea, a hard cock filling your pussy would feel real good right now, wouldn't it Baby? A stiff cock fucking you. Filling your cunt with its hardness."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Once more, the time to see just how far Julia would go was at hand. As I said, she'd always decried interracial relations. And the way I figured it, her sucking a black man's cock was one thing, but I expected more resistance to letting one fuck her pussy. Still, if there was ever a time to try, here it was.
I jerked my head in John's direction. He needed no further encouragement. As he stepped forward I smiled down at Julia.
"You want a hard cock in your pussy?" I whispered. "A stiff cock filling your hot little box?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
At that point John moved into Julia's vision. Instantly her eyes grew wide, their trajectory quickly shooting down John's body to his crotch and the hard cock jutting out from it.
"Mmmmm-uuuhhhhh," she moaned shakily.
Her eyes, filled with shaking concern, rolled up to look at me.
"To- Tommy?" She asked, her voice trembling a little.
"It's alright, Baby," I assured her. "We're just making sure you get everything you want tonight . . . Everything."
Julia's eyes began to bounce then. They moved from mine to John and his stiff cock then to Paul, then back around through various orders. I could see her expression growing nervous even as her hips continued to roll slightly upon the couch although the movements seemed a little jerky and disjointed now. Her hands, still tugging at mine and Paul's' cocks, jerked slightly harder as well. Each time her eyes landed on the rigid cock at John's crotch a small gasp of air would slip past her quivering bottom lip.
"Look at it, baby," I told her. "Look at that hard cock just waiting to fuck you. Waiting to be sunk inside your pussy."
"Nooooooooo," she breathed heavily as John stepped to the foot of the couch, his hard cock pointing straight out at her body. "Nooooo. It- Its- You can't..."
John reached out and placed one hand on Julia's leg, his dark hand caressing her soft white thigh. Her hips reflexively jumped at the touch, her eyes glued on the sight of him standing between her spread legs.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed worriedly. "Nooo, Tommy. He- He sh- shouldn't. It's wrong."
"You want it Julia," I said. "You know you do. You want that black cock fucking your pussy. You want him to stuff your wet little cunt with his hard meat."
"Ooohhhhh Goooddddddd Tommy," she whimpered.
Below us her hips started to roll and hump more fluidly, her crotch pumping the air. She whimpered as John put his knees onto the couch, climbing between her legs.
"Oohhh God nooo," she whimpered.
Suddenly her legs tried to close, her mind snapping to some reality for just a second. My hand leapt from her tit to her leg, grabbing it just below the knee, stopping its progress. A split second later Paul's hand followed, grabbing her other leg and holding it. Whether or not I had expected having to do this I don't know, but I do know I was surprised by the ease with which I could hold her leg open. It seemed as though me and Paul were only pretending, like Julia only needed the symbolic gesture of it while in reality her legs were hanging wide open by themselves.
John finished climbing between her legs, kneeling on the couch with his rigid cock pointing straight out at her. She stared at it, her eyes glued upon the rigid black member hanging less than a foot from her aching sex. Small whimpers rattled in her throat, her hips rolled and gyrated slightly. Upon her chest her breasts heaved with her breathing, rising and falling as she gasped and panted.
"This is wrong, Tommy," she whispered, her voice heavy with desire. "This is wrong. Ooohhhhh God, it's wrong."
Exposing her true feelings over the words she was saying her hands tugged with increasing urgency at mine and Paul's cocks as she intently watched John lining up his stiff member. Heavier and heavier breaths were sucked past her quivering lip with each inch that his cock grew nearer to her glistening pussy.
"It's okay, Baby," I assured her.
When the tip of his cock brushed against her pussy she froze. Her body went rigid and she held her breath. She stared down along her body, watching the intimate touch.
