Pt I The Powers Meet The Nigerians

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The Powers

Part I. The Powers Meet the Nigerians

Harry and Henri Powers were not exactly a power couple, but they had aspirations. Harry Powers was an Architectural Associate for an exclusive Los Angeles architecture firm. He had two things going for him, a partner in the firm was the father of a fraternity brother, and he had obtained his architectural degree from University of Southern California. Henri Powers was a sales associate for a high-dollar real estate firm. Similarly, one of the partners in her firm was the mother of a sorority sister, and she had a degree in real estate design from USC.

They had met at a function between her sorority and his fraternity, and before the night was out, they had sampled what each had to offer and found it very good indeed. They soon became an item, and ultimately Harry proposed to Henri, formerly Henrietta McBride.

The nature of their upcoming marriage was somewhat determined when at a Saturday night party between their engagement and marriage, Henri informed Harry that she wanted to go home with a basketball player, and that unless he strongly objected, she would see him in the morning. Harry told her that if that was what she wanted, he would see her in the morning. He was a little disappointed but went with the flow. He still wanted to marry her even if it was clear she would be less than completely faithful to her marriage vows.

After their marriage and almost simultaneous graduations, they lived for a while in their student days University area apartment. With a bit of luck Henri had found them a place in the Hollywood Hills and through their contacts, they were able to get deals on sales expense as well as a favorable mortgage.

Their new home, although small, had a pool with fantastic views of Hollywood and downtown Los Angeles. They enjoyed hanging out by the pool, usually nude after dark, although their patio/pool area was visible from homes higher in the hills.

Henri soon established herself as a force within the firm, partially through her contacts, partially through the force of her personality, and partially through her willingness to go the extra mile in helping a colleague close a sale. This last attribute was significantly contributed to by her large natural mammaries and equally significant caboose. Statistically this was evidenced as 36D-23-35.

Harry was also quite attractive, enhanced by the fitness obtained by early morning visits to a gym. Although less of an issue, he was also known for going the extra mile if it helped with client relations. Both were also aided by their spouses' relevant knowledge. Henri was always aware of the availability of highly desirable properties attractive to architectural clients, while Harry was a treasure trove of information on the architectural characteristics of existing homes, and the architectural possibilities of raw plots of land.

Things seemed to go along smoothly for the couple until the Nigerians came to town. Abiola Adeoye, just call me Bola, was an uber-wealthy Nigerian with interests in oil and other profitable commercial ventures. His beautiful wife, Bebi, short for Abebi, was almost the black counterpart of Henri. Henri was given the task of convincing Bola to deal solely with her firm for a planned residential purchase. She asked Harry to join her since the wife would be joining them for dinner. It was unusual for Harry to be directly involved in her business, but he was more than happy to oblige.

Henri

Bola was a large, black man. Reasonably good looking although he had become portly as he advanced toward middle age. Bebi was a darling. I hit it off with her even more than with Bola although it became apparent fairly early in the evening that Bola wanted time alone with me. Harry and Bebi seemed to be getting along quite well. After dinner, we went dancing in a club. Bebi and I both got offers to dance but we both refused all comers except for Harry and Bola. Harry was an excellent dancer and Bola moved very well for what I guessed was a three hundred pound plus man. By one, we were all feeling the effects of several hours of drinking and as far as I could tell the others were feeling almost as frisky as I was.

It was decided that Harry would show Bebi our place in the hills, while Bola wanted to go over some papers and flyers he had in their hotel room. In his hotel room, he prepared me a glass of wine and we sat beside each other on a sofa in the living area of his massive suite. After a few sips of wine, he looked at me eye to eye and then grabbed my boobs.

I was a little surprised, but pleasantly, and soon he was trying to stick his large tongue down my throat. He had that desirable capability of making it seem as though your clothes were magically melting off of you. In a few minutes I was down to my panties, and he only retained his shirt. I was ready but then was surprised to see a ten-inch monster that was very thick pop up between his legs.

I quickly slipped out of my panties and kneeled between his legs to see what I could do with his massive organ. I had never seen one quite so large and I knew I was going to be challenged orally and vaginally, forget about anally. One of my skills acquired in college was deep throating and so I was able to take most of his thing in my mouth and throat without issues. The last two inches was a little bit difficult but by relaxing my throat and breathing through my mouth I was able to handle the whole damn thing. He waited for me to do all the work, so I began bobbing up and down on his incredible male organ. His moans and groans told me I was doing well. He had shown his appreciation by playing with my boobs, especially my nipples, so I was enjoying this almost as much as he was.

I continued until I felt the signs of impending ejaculation; then I withdrew until his head was in my mouth. He then began shooting and shooting and shooting. I tried my best to swallow as fast as he shot, but it was impossible to hand the volume. This was complicated by my experiencing a quite nice orgasm. We looked at each other and smiled. Then we laughed. His white teeth against his black skin and lips left an indelible impression on me.

I went to work cleaning his magnificent instrument of feminine joy. He spoke the first intelligible word of the last five or ten minutes, saying, "Bed!" We moved into one of the suite's bedrooms. He took one side of the bed covers and top sheet and I took the other and we quickly stripped the bed. I lay on the bed and spread my legs and expectantly awaited the entry of the largest cock I had experienced so far in my young life.

I was not disappointed when his next contact with my cunt was the largest tongue I had ever seen. He not only had a huge tongue, but he knew what to do with it, working my labia, clit, and the opening to my tunnel of love over thoroughly. It was no surprise when I came hard in what I think was less than two minutes.

Next, he showed me that like a symphony conductor, he knew how to use his fingers and tongue in a concert of repeated screaming orgasms. He let me have a few moments to regain my composure and normal breathings. I had had more orgasms than I had ever had in a single session, and I still had ten inches of feminine desire yet to touch my expectant pussy.

He lined the monster up with my poor little cunt and then rubbed up and down between my labia. He didn't need to do that because I was so ready. I had heard the urban legends about magnificent black cocks, and this appeared to my chance to find out if the reality equaled the hype. For such a big man, he was very gentle at first. My best description is that he bumped the entrance to my love tunnel until he was able to start the head in. After that the next six or seven inches went in smoothly. It was heavenly, I had the twin sensations of the sliding friction between his cock and my vaginal walls, plus the sensation of being filled and slightly stretched. I think he was only in about eight inches when I had my first delicious orgasm. At this point, he withdrew a half foot or so, and then went deeper. He repeated and this time he hit my cervix, and my increasing arousal became my second vaginal orgasm, which was even stronger than the first. He then began ramming it home at a moderate pace and with a few minutes, I climaxed even harder than the first two. This was developing into the best night of my life.

The burly black bastard decided that we should change positions every time one of us orgasmed. So, we went through a catalog of sexual positions, missionary, doggy, flatiron, temple left, temple right, triangle left, triangle right, ballet dancer, standing prison guard, kneeling prison guard, and crab. It seemed that each of my climaxes was more intense than the one before. I am sure there were more positions, before finally, the asshole filled my vagina with his cum. I was exhausted but feeling the most filled with erotic pleasure ever. I was having small after spasms, in part because of my mental review of what we had just done.

Of course, I had to clean the semi-erect monster. I think it was about two minutes before the semi was no longer true. This time he pounded me harder and faster. There were more positions, some of which I had never experienced before. I had too many orgasms for us not to repeat some of the earlier ones. I must have come fifty or sixty times before he finally ejaculated for the third time. I had never felt so wonderful or so exhausted. I was far beyond satiation.

Then the asshole informed me that this was just the beginning although he would allow me to have a break. We sipped wine while he wrapped me in one of his massive arms and squeezed my nipples. I had never experienced anything like what he had just done. At this point, I knew I would acquiesce in anything he wanted me to do.

My only previous experience that came remotely close was when I was a sophomore at USC and was shared with four roommates. It wasn't exactly a gangbang train, but by morning it was coming close. Still, it was not remotely close to what this son-of-a-bitch had done to me, and I knew that he wasn't finished with me. I also knew that I was glad he wasn't done.

I dozed off for a while and I woke up still sitting up in bed. The only thing that had changed was that the monster was hard again. Our second session was much like the first except that we skipped him going down on me. It was approaching five by then, and for the first time in several hours I was thinking of my darling Harry, in spite of having just received the fucking of my life.

Harry

Just as I expected Bebi was more interested in my personal equipment than our home, although she did briefly enjoy our magnificent view of the Hollywood Hills and downtown LA. Her first order of business was to check my equipment out and she seemed to be more than satisfied with my almost eight inches as she started sucking me while we were both still fully clothed.

While we viewed our million-dollar view, without preliminaries she had started to enjoy my package. Then she spoke, "I tend to get evening chills, let's go inside."

I led her to my bedroom and unwrapped my package for her unhindered access. She removed her white cocktail dress and bra and knelt before me and taking my cock in her hands began licking the head. Meanwhile, I took my shirt off. She was like a negative of Henri. Everything was black except for her palms and eyes. There was one interesting difference. She had small gold studs in her eyebrows and along the side of her nostrils. There were also three studs in her tongue, rings in her navel and through her nipples, and once her panties were removed, another ring in her clitoral hood.

I had been with women of African ancestry before but never one that was so black. I found it oddly intoxicating although her excellent cock-sucking skills were also quite endearing, enhanced by the contact with her tongue studs. I was anticipating a night of passion at the Henri-level, and I was not disappointed. The rings in her nipples seemed to heighten her enjoyment when I stimulated her nipples. Likewise, the clitoral hood ornament not only seemed to increase her pleasure with clitoral stimulation and vaginal pleasure but was stimulating to me when I pressed it between my cock and her clit. She wasn't satisfied until I had four ejaculations, and she must have had at least three hours of frequent, very frequent orgasms. She was definitely at Henri's very high level, as a partner.

By the time we said our goodbyes it was four AM. I thought Henri might be coming home soon. I drank coffee and watched some videos that either I hadn't seen or hadn't watched in a while. Finally, around six, I decided waiting up for her was futile and went to bed. I decided that Henri was a big girl and could take care of herself.

I was surprised when I didn't wake up until almost 2 pm. Still no Henri. I went for a swim and then fixed some lunch. I finally called her cell around 4, and she told me she was okay and it would still be a while before she came home. It was after six pm when she ran in and told me she was just getting a change of clothes for work on Monday. She added that I probably wouldn't see her again until early Tuesday morning. She seemed in a hurry and after I kissed her goodbye again, I went to lock the door and saw her getting into what appeared to be the same limo that we had gone to dinner in with the Adeoyes. I suspected that when we finally got some time together Tuesday night or later, she would have quite a story to tell. Ah, well, that's life in the fast lane.

Henri

I was gathering my clothes together thinking it was time for me to go home when Bebi came into the suite. She didn't seem surprised that neither Bola nor I had any clothes on.

"Hey, honey," was her greeting to Bola. She looked me up and down, and said, "I wonder what you've been doing with my husband."

I really didn't know what to say. She seemed calm, so I was only a little embarrassed by my nudity.

She seemed to have her own ideas about social etiquette in these circumstances. She embraced me and gave me a deep French kiss, while she massaged my butt and rubbed her boobs against mine. Her boobs were almost as large as mine. Then, she inserted a couple of fingers in my snatch and began finger-fucking me.

She asked me, rhetorically, with a smile. "And what have you been doing with my husband?" It was obvious since her activity was causing some of the semen deposited by Bola to run down my legs. I had deep kissed some of my sorority sisters, but this was quickly going beyond anything I had experienced with another woman, I kissed her back because it seemed like the thing to do, and she was already making me feel very, very good. I was dimly conscious of her guiding me into the same bed in which Bola had just worked me over. It seemed like no time until we were engaged in a full-up woman to woman sixty-nine experience. After we each experienced four or five fantastic orgasms, Bola joined us.

I had had MFM threesomes before, but this was my first FMF experience. For the next three hours they tag-teamed me until I was completely exhausted and fully satiated. They had allowed me some brief breaks while Bola banged Bebi and questioned her about her experience with Harry. It seems that Harry had acquitted himself quite well, but after all, he was only a man and wasn't as much fun as his wife was in a threesome.

It was light outside when the three of us went to sleep in the super-sized bed. I slept until four PM and then we had a light meal. Sandwiches, chips, and wine. It tasted better than it sounds. The finger sandwiches were of several different varieties. I recognized the ham and Swiss, chicken and pimento, and roast beef with potato salad. It seemed that each type of sandwich had a different kind of bread, as well as a different filling. Then we had another round of FMF. It was after six when they gave me a ride home in their limo to pick up my Monday work clothes. I told Harry it would probably be Tuesday morning before I saw him again, and then I ran back out to the limo with my overnight bag.

After we got back to their hotel, the three of us had another fantastic round of FMF. Finally, around eleven PM, we quit so I could get some sleep in order that I could meet the challenges of Monday morning including getting their representation contract signed. Everyone at the firm was ecstatic because they were thinking about a possible million-dollar buyer's representative fee. We had some detailed discussions about exactly what Bola and Bebi wanted. Mid-morning after they signed a contract and started discussing possibly building later, we came to two conclusions. We needed to bring Harry in to discuss building possibilities, and my superiors agreed that I should go home with the Nigerians for a few days, possibly a week, to see the kinds of things they would be comfortable with in both their soon-to-be purchased home and the conceptualized custom-built home.

Harry was happy to come to our offices to discuss architectural possibilities. He wasn't quite as pleased with my going to Nigeria for possibly a week. We had an in-depth discussion. There were two issues. Harry wouldn't be able to go because of his work, even though Bola could give a substantial architectural design commission. The second was that I could take pictures of everything Bola and Bebi were interested in and send them to Harry with my notes every day while I was in Nigeria. I would also provide the same information to my firm.

Harry and Bola came to an understanding at lunch. After Harry received all my information, he would discuss his conclusions with Bola and then do an initial design for a fee of one million dollars which was reasonable since the house would likely be in the twenty-five- to fifty-million-dollar range. The final design fee would be in the two- to four-million-dollar range depending on the cost of the new construction, in addition to the initial design fee.

Harry and Bola went to Harry's office to sign the architectural contract while Bebi and I went to our home to get my passport and pack my bags, as Bola wanted to leave by nightfall. I saw Harry for the last time before the trip at the airport where Bola's jet had been maintained and refilled. Harry and I stepped away from the others and I gave him a thumbnail of what had happened to me with Bola and Bebi. I assured him that I trusted them and would be back in a week at the most.

My firm was ecstatic about the contract with Bola as it was likely to result in a huge Buyer's representation fee, so this represented huge professional advancement opportunities for both of us. My firm was also looking forward to possibly selling the house in a couple of years as well as being involved in the purchase of land for the planned new home construction. They told me I could stay in Nigeria as long as Bola and Bebi wanted. Harry wanted me back in a week at most. He was happy for me to stay a week as the initial design contract with Bola was a huge coup for him and his firm.

Harry

I wasn't happy with the amount of time Henri was spending with the Adeoyes, but I became a lot happier when she called me to come over to her office Monday morning. The prospect of an initial residential design contract with Bola was intoxicating. When by lunchtime he was willing to come to our offices to sign the contract, I became happier still. Still, I hadn't been alone with Henri since Friday night, and it looked like it would be close to two weeks before we were reunited for any significant amount of time. I was able to see Henri for a few minutes at the airport as I saw the three of them off to Nigeria. Henri told me that not only had Bola worn her out with his huge cock, but Bebi had been insatiable with her woman-on-woman activities. Henri's only breaks came when Bola and Bebi performed their marital functions. It was going to be a long time before I saw Henri again, but I suppose this had worked out to give significant advances to both our careers. She had not engaged in woman on woman before, so I was also a little concerned about that. I wasn't sure I was on board with my wife being bi or lesbo.