I did not have to wait long to pay my debt to Alex.
He had a friend who owned a small art gallery, we were invited to the opening of an exhibition of; 'Primitive African Art.' This was a private collection of artefacts from a small country in West Africa. A former French colony. Much of it was highly erotic. I was examining a display of carved ebony phalli. Five of them, ranging in size from about four inches long to about nine! And with girths to match. The accompanying label said;
"Used for ritual defloration of virgins in preparation for their wedding night."
No explanation for the range of sizes. I sensed a presence alongside me and turned to look at my fellow voyeur. Voyeuse in fact. A tall, beautiful black woman.
"That would bring tears to your eyes." I quipped.
"The small one or the big one?" She retorted. We both laughed. I introduced myself, she was Anya and she was a native of the country featured, but was attached to their London embassy.
"Why are there five differing sizes?
I asked. Anya replied;
"The ritual takes place over five days, starting with the smallest and working up. If you'll excuse the pun."
She spoke perfect English, with a very slight French accent. She had luminescent black skin. Really black, the blackest I have seen. Her hair was short and had not been straightened, fitting tight to her like a swimming cap. She wore a scarlet cocktail dress and matching high-heels, but I could imagine her in the national dress of her country. She was obviously proud of her origins. If I could get her together with Alex, it would be quite a spectacle. I decided to test the water. I nodded at the collection of hymen-breakers and said;
"Did you..?"
She laughed.
"No. I lost mine the natural way, but I'm told that the custom still exists in some remote villages."
We circulated together, she had come alone and was the token representative for her country. The exhibition was not large, most of the guests seemed more interested in the free-flowing drinks than the art. Alex joined us and I introduced Anya. My heart was thumping at the prospect of seeing them naked together.
"I think I've seen enough, can we go?" I suggested. Alex nodded. I turned to Anya.
"Will you join us for coffee?"
Anya agreed and we left together. When Sir Charles died, we moved into his house and inherited the housekeeper/cook and the chauffeur/handyman, although we did update the Mercedes. We headed home in comfort. With Anya's agreement, we dismissed the chauffeur for the rest of the evening, Anya would take a taxi home. Bill, the chauffeur, and his wife, the housekeeper, lived in, in what used to be stables, a mews, with a flat for them and garaging for three cars. Both of them were on call most of the time and were paid very well for their service.
I headed for the kitchen to prepare coffee, Anya asked for the bathroom. I showed her to the guest room, on the same floor that we were on. It has an en-suite bathroom. When she was gone, I spoke softly to Alex;
"How about her, as payback for Amsterdam? Would you like to fuck her?"
"If she's agreeable, yes, of course I would." He replied.
Anya appeared in the bedroom doorway. The red dress was gone. She was naked except for the red, high-heeled shoes. She looked like a full-sized ebony statue. Both Alex and I were speechless. She was gorgeous. Anya spoke first;
"I don't imagine that we're here for coffee. Who's first?"
She turned and got onto the bed, spread her legs and began to gently stroke the dark pink gash between them. Alex tore off his clothes and joined her on the bed. He kissed the full lips of her mouth, then turned his attention to the large dark buds of her nipples. He slid his hand, very white looking against Anya's dark skin, down her belly to her gaping slit and began to finger-fuck her.
I was not sure of my role in this, if I was going to be a spectator, I wanted to be close. I peeled off my own clothes and joined them on the bed, lying on my side, raised up on one elbow for a good view. Alex moved his caress to her clitoris, rubbing it with slow circular movements. It always does the trick for me, and did so for Anya. She gave a little cry and shuddered through her first orgasm. Alex kissed his way down her body until his mouth was on her cunt and began to guide her to her second coming.
I reversed my position on the bed so that I could get a good view. Alex was licking Anya's gaping twat from arsehole to clit, her juices were flowing freely. And so were mine. I slipped my left hand down to my crutch and slipped two fingers into my cunt, drew out some of the juice and began to masturbate, quickly bringing myself to a little come. Alex was now probing deep into Anya's hole with his clever tongue. I came again, almost immediately. He then turned his attention to her prominent clit, which was standing up like a tiny prick. He licked and sucked the stiff organ until she came with a series of strangled cries, writhing on the bed. I brought myself off yet again as she peaked.
Anya was lying low on the bed. Alex was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed with Anya's legs over his shoulders. He moved her legs off him and down to the floor, then sat back to admire the gaping, dark pink, black lipped hole that he had been feasting on. Anya sat upright and beckoned him towards her, Alex stood and moved towards her, his rigid prick destined for the other dark pink, black lipped hole which promised so much. I groaned as Anya's lips engulfed his straining staff.
