At the direction of the host, each of us white males made his way to kneel in front of the woman he had brought to the party facing away from her naked form. As I walked down the line of stark-naked, splayed and open white women, I made sure to leer, at least quickly, at their opened thighs and to appreciate the beauty we had brought to sacrifice at the altar of black sexual superiority. The women seemed to anticipate all that was about to happen to them and the resultant erect nipples and obviously lubricated gashes that stared back at me made me aware of just how much these women wanted to experience both the humiliation of their current positions but also the magnificent black cocks that surely awaited each of them in the next brief spate of time. They knew no more than I about the rules of the games that the host had just called to order but it was easy to anticipate that their opened legs and gaping pussies were about to experience that which the party was ultimately assembled to accomplish.
At the commencement of the games, each male guest lined up in front of one of us white men and the same numbered woman behind us and ordered that man to be sure that his whore's cunt was wet and ready for the black's imminent entry.
Understanding that to be an instruction for us to orally stimulate our woman in order to facilitate easy accommodation, each of us turned and orally ministered to his lady's open vulva until each pussy was sufficiently wet, lubricated and ready. I licked around Annie's outer lips, ran my tongue in a circular motion over and over from the opening at the bottom of her slit to the protruding button that I knew was the seat of her sexual pleasure, continuing until I was visibly assured of the slippery wetness of her distended vaginal opening that glistened with its own lubrication and moisture in a manner I had never seen between Annie's legs prior to this moment. When I was convinced that Annie was ready to accommodate the black cock behind me, I reversed my stance and indicated by nodding that I felt Annie was properly prepared.
As that task was completed for each of the white innocents, each similarly numbered white boy returned to his kneeling position facing the black man in front of him.
The man in front of me, using words to this effect, ordered, "Take my cock into your mouth and throat; massage it until it is rock hard and ready to pleasure your woman; do it right so that she can have the most pleasure possible from a cock so dramatically superior to your own! You do want her to have the best fuck ever, don't you?"
He continued, "When you're done sucking, boy, take my cock and put it right next to your whore's cunt opening so I don't have to work too hard to get it inside her."
I sucked the magnificent cock before me to perfect rigidity, marveling at the swollen thickness of the shaft and thinking that he had one vein in that blackness that looked, but surely wasn't, bigger than my white penis. As I watched in my periphery the height of the device on which my Annie sat (as the reader's barber might adjust your height before a haircut) was adjusted upward so that the height of her vaginal opening perfectly met the height of the cock about to test her tightness, all of which was done for the comfort of the black man and none of it to accommodate my Annie. As some of the black men were taller than others, the height of each chair was likewise adjusted by use of the electric foot pedal located at its base so that the elevation of each white pussy was perfect for the entry of each black cock. Thus adjusted, each of the invaders was able to stand comfortably erect so that his well-muscled legs were not overtaxed by his coming efforts and each would have maximum thrusting power to use our women in what I anticipated would be the most violent manner.
While we readied the black cocks for our women and the seats were being adjusted, their ebony female counterparts were acting like cheerleaders for their men, encouraging each of their randy escorts to bang away at the gaping white pussies spread before them with impunity.
Calls such as "Fuck her good, baby!" and "Show the white bitches and their half-dicked boys why they're here!" were common.
There was so much going on that it was hard to concentrate on each individually shouted message but most were of the same or similar ilk.
As I patiently awaited the imminent invasion, I was able to glance briefly back at my lovely wife. I was astonished by the look of serene excitement and obvious anticipation on Annie's countenance. She did not seem embarrassed by the fact that her legs were secured apart at an angle closely approximating one hundred forty degrees, or that she was immodestly exposed to the black women and easily accessible to the black men. It was evident that all of the guests, the entertainment and hosts were enjoying the sights and sounds of these preparations enormously.
I took the beautiful ebony organ on which I had been sucking and placed it against the opening to my Annie's vagina. The immediately noticeable contrasts of the skin coloring between my pale-skinned wife's most private area and that of the blackness of the cock about to enter her were fascinating to me and oh-so beautiful in their own way. I could understand why, along with the "forbidden fruit" aspect of interracial sex, created much to our ultimate dismay by generations past of my white male predecessors, so many Caucasian women appeared ready to experience the joinder of their sexual parts to those of the black male population.
And so it would now be with my Annie and this unknown black aggressor, who pushed the swollen head of his sexual weapon slowly inside her waiting and eager opening with a patience that belied the encouragement of the ebony women behind him. As I watched, rapt, his glans disappeared inside my wife and then was brought back to my view, coated with a white film and slippery wetness that told me Annie was ready for whatever was to come from this beautiful example of African masculinity. He pushed himself into her again and more of him disappeared within her warmth and then he slowly withdrew, repeating this pistoning motion a few times and entering a bit more of his sex with each stroke. The tightness of Annie's opening was clear as the labia minora tightly squeezed and clung to the swollen cock-shaft on each out-stroke; on many of the in-strokes, his renewed pressure was often accompanied by a gasp or shudder of my wife's obvious acceptance until I noted with pride that his balls rested firmly against Annie's alabaster bottom. The genius of the apparatus supporting Annie's legs was now patently apparent as all of the witnesses and I were able to observe the entire assault clearly despite the fact that the black man was firmly ensconced between my wife's legs and tightly against her womanly parts.