1 comments/ 34993 views/ 9 favorites A Whole Lotta Penis Goin' On Ch. 01 By: yowser I had never seen a black man's penis before that Saturday night we went out, Brooklyn Max and John and I. Well, no, of course that is not true, since I had seen plenty of them in the locker-room in college, (although none growing up in my sheltered backwoods, entirely white, hometown) and in the sauna we were lucky to have as part of our college gym. But I had never seen one up close or an erect one, or one in action before, and it is still a sight that haunts my memories some twenty years after the fact. Someone had told us about a party on Middlefield Drive up at the north end of town, past the graduate student housing apartments. We wandered around till we found what we thought was the place. It was one of those late September nights that still had the feel of summer -- at 8pm it still was in the upper 80s, and most everyone usually wanted all their windows open to let the hot, heavy air circulate. We had a couple six-packs of Pabst, and we had brought some cards since it sounded like there would be a pile of poker playing to do. Max was a little short feisty guy from New York, his accent and manner could force a pained expression out of all the stuffy, well-heeled New England types who populated our college town. He was funny and reminded me of a low-brow Woody Allen, and after seeing his tough-it-out neighborhood in New York, I had developed the theory that the reason his humor was so well developed was in order to save his hide as a kid, since he was neither large nor powerful nor fast. Deflecting anger and aggression was probably a good idea. He could get you laughing over his stories of life down there, faster than you imagine, and lots of nights after a few beers, he would get us falling out of our chairs with some bizarre tale from his past, like the time he noticed a couple making out on the subway, who got so involved that the woman's panties had dropped down to her ankles, while her guy worked his hand up her dress and over her vulva. He could play the story out until you couldn't wait to hear what happened, and we were all dying to find out if the wench had tripped over her panties on the way out of the subway car or what. An evening spent with Max was never wasted. John was from Virginia, tall and slender with immaculate manners, and he had a quiet wit and a nice soft southern accent. He told different kinds of stories, longer and more rustic, about growing up in rural Virginia, finding backwoods stills and various hideaways and drinking illicit whiskey with the local hill folk. Unlike Max and I, who had grown whatever facial hair we could to make us look older than our 19 years, John was clean-shaven and really, his body was still mostly hairless to a fairly astonishing degree. We made a lively threesome. We checked the address, walked up some stairs to the porch, and knocked on the door. The lights were on and we could see some folks inside on a couch through the curtains, but the lights were low and it wasn't nearly as noisy as a party should have been. We waited a couple minutes and knocked again. A tall black guy came to the door, with something, not even a towel but some quickly grabbed piece of fabric, maybe a couch slip cover or something, wrapped around his waist. He looked hot, his forehead quite sweaty, and his breathing was somewhat rapid. "Whattaya want?" he asked. "Ah" John stammered, a bit uncharacteristically, "we heard there was a party here tonight. 243 Middlefield Drive? This is the right place?" "Yep, that's here. Who told you, Kenny?" "Yes, it was Kenny," said Max. The guy smiled. "Party was last night. Kenny got the date wrong." The three of us looked at each other and felt pretty stupid. "No," Max insisted, "it was tonight, I know Kenny said tonight." "Probably did," said the guy, "but it wouldn't be the first time the boy erred." We laughed and started to apologize to the guy. He waved his hands and told us it was nothing, and then noticed the six-packs of beer in John's hands. "Hey, you all still up for a party? I meant to have some beer around but am plumb out. It's fierce hot and those beers sure look good. If you don't mind donating the beer, I can round some other things to munch on to go with them." "Okay if we have visitors, Coleen?" he turned to his companion on the couch, whom we had not noticed until now. She had a cute blonde pony tail and now that we paid attention she actually looked really quite handsome. She was slender, her hair a bit mussed, but a very appealing woman. "Sure Eddy," she said. "Come on in, boys." We sat down in the living room, made introductions, and passed beers around. It was fairly instantly obvious that they had just been having a little sexual session on the couch. Both of them were still pretty sweaty and the room smelled like sex. Eddy was built like a wide receiver, long and lean, with close cropped hair and an angular face. Coleen had pulled on a short little bathrobe, made of satin or some such smooth fabric, but had not been very careful about how well she closed it. We could see her cleavage and by the way her breasts moved around inside the robe it wasn't hard to figure out that she had no bra on or in fact anything at all. The guy popped the top of his beer and took a long draught, then let out a sigh of pleasure. "Nothing I like better after a good fuck on a hot night than a cold beer." He said it like he was talking about the weather. We all looked at each other and saw the two of them exchanging a long, loving glance. "Um, did we intrude on you all?" John ventured. "Did we interrupt a copulation in process?" Eddy looked at him with a big smile. "Copulation? No we just had a good fuck," drawing the last word out. "A good, sopping-wet fuck." We laughed, each of us keeping an eye on Coleen out of the corner of our eyes, wondering what she was thinking of all this. John got him talking and it turned out he was a grad student at the university, his companion an undergrad there. He was an MBA candidate and seemed really sharp. His woman was doing sociology, and turned out she was interested in racial and sex differences in various populations. Interesting notions. As we talked his towel or whatever it was, had worked its way off his body, and we were treated to the sight of his penis, which lolled impressively on his left thigh. It was uncircumcised, and looked surprisingly long, like a big piece of garden hose. His prickhead had withdrawn mostly back into his foreskin, but it still looked luscious wet at the tip. It was not hard to imagine them going at it just before we arrived. While chatting and sucking down our beers, Coleen had gone and gotten some pretzels and other food items for us. I had noticed when she got up that there was a noticeable wet spot on the rear of her bathrobe where she had been sitting. Eddy's semen and her own fluids must have been still juicing around inside her while she sat there listening to us do small talk, and had leaked out onto the back of her robe. I watched with fascination as she went around the room offering up pretzels, her nipples bobbing about inside her satin smooth bathrobe. When she leaned towards me while offering me the tray of snacks I was able to completely see one of her breasts sidelong inside her robe. She settled down next to Eddy and snuggled next to him, her hands rubbing his chest and side. We talked studies and various college issues for some time, basking in the gentle generosity of these folks, who at the same time preserved an aura of intense sexual excitement. After awhile, we noticed that one of her hands had wandered down to his groin, and she began lightly stroking the side of his penis. Max and I exchanged looks, since we couldn't quite believe what we were seeing. Eddy kept talking away, his tongue loosened with the beer, now working on his second. Beer in his right hand, he rested his left on Coleen's back and rubbed her softly. But his prick was beginning to grow before our eyes, and we no longer were able to pretend we weren't seeing what was happening in front of us. Eddy stopped talking, and all of our eyes made their way to his shaft, which was perceptibly hardening on his thigh. It was so goddam long. Did all black males have this sort of equipment? I felt a little self conscious myself, the thing was a brute. "Now this is what I call a party," he finally sighed. "A good fuck on a hot night, a cold beer, some food and conversation, and another cockstand a-coming." Coleen had abandoned any pretensions of keeping her robe fastened, and it was hard to keep our eyes from staring as more and more of her body got revealed. She had a nice chest, not very large, but with dark big pointy nipples and a flat athlete's belly. She took this last statement as an invitation of sorts. There right in front of us she started going down on the guy's amazing cock. She slid her lips gently over the head of his prick, which while in the process of getting hard, was still semi-erect only, unable to quite stand on its own. She had pulled the foreskin down from the prickhead which she eased around in her mouth a bit, and you could see her tongue slip out of her mouth as she tickled it around the edge of his glans. She gently sent her mouth down over his shaft a few times, and then pulled back to admire her work. His member had been grateful for the attention, for it now stood proud, pointing up towards his chest. I have to say at this point that this scene had dredged up a whole set of conflicting feelings within me. Watching Coleen sucking on this guy's prick just looked so enticing, so absolutely marvelous, that I almost wanted to push her aside and do it myself. I had had my mouth and hands on a few pricks in my adolescence, and the penis on this man seemed exotic, powerful and altogether captivating. The head of his prick was much pinker than his dark shaft, and being uncircumcised, and with his foreskin pulled back, his glans looked like an exposed jewel, altogether alluring. Watching her run her tongue along his gorgeous prick-head made my own mouth water. "Quite an impressive penis you have there," observed John, ever the gentleman. "Thanks," Eddy smiled. "I like it myself. Prettiest damn sight in the world, an erect cock." He tightened his ass which twitched his prick back and forth in front of us, for emphasis I guess. "How you guys doing? " he asked, looking at our crotches. I had on a pair of loose, white painter's pants, and my erection was not obvious, but John and Max in their regulation college jeans had fairly obvious bulges in their groin area. Eddy laughed. "I would be pretty surprised if Coleen hadn't gotten you guys aroused by now. Come on, out with the cocks. Kenny promised you guys a party, we might as well have a party." We looked at each other, trying to calculate the odds of our evenings luck, juggling a thousand different thoughts. What was this going to be like? Were we in any danger being in this guy's house with our clothes off, our pricks out and in such a vulnerable position? At the same time, I think we were each going: Holy Mother of God, what a stroke of luck! I had my pants and undershorts off first, my member standing out stiffly. Coleen and Eddy gazed carefully, while the others dropped their drawers. We all stood there in the room, checking each other out. I had seen John and Max without their clothes before, when we had gone naked swimming in one of the streams up in the hills, but of course had never seen their pricks out and erect. Max had a short stiff, thick prick, John's looked a little longer than mine, but thin, with a smallish head, my own short but of decent girth, and we all were all dwarfed by Eddy. Max pointed at Eddy's prick and said something about he could make some money showing off that thing and we all laughed. "How big is your tool anyway?" I asked. "Almost eight inches," he smiled, "five and three quarter inches around." "Mine is five and a half long, thicker than longer," I said. The other guys looked at me with some amusement. "You know your prick size?" John asked. "Sure. I had a long, lonesome adolescence in backwoods New Hampshire, with not a lot else to do but play with this," pointing at my cock, now standing out from my groin thicket, about 90 degrees from vertical. I hadn't meant it to, but the head was pointing straight at Coleen. "This is strictly your average dick lengthwise -- right about in the middle of the pack." My old gearhead friends, obsessed with car engines, called it "over-square" -- something about being thicker than longer or some automotive bore and stroke ratio thing. "How 'bout you guys?" Neither one of them confessed to measuring before, and Eddy reached into a tabletop drawer and tossed a cloth tape measure over to John. John was almost six inches long, five inches around, Max just over five but five and a half inches thick. I did some quick math, "Well, we got not quite 25 inches of erect penis here. Over two feet." "And marvelous hard at that," observed John, in an understatement. "And one very handsome woman," I remarked, looking Coleen in the eye. Coleen returned my glance with a half smile, and turned her gaze to the forest of penises poking out around the room. Not a one could be called soft. Then she looked long and hard at Eddy, I daresay her eyes were wet and shining. Eddy summed up most of our thoughts and took them another step. "We don't do this all that often. But you seem like decent folks and the night is still young. A couple of ground rules," he continued. "You can't come in her mouth, that's for me, and you will need a condom if you are going to fuck her. She has to be willing though. too." She smiled around the room at us, rubbing one hand on Eddie's prick, and I didn't get the feeling that unwillingness on her part was going to be a problem. "Other than that, and no rough stuff, pretty much the sky's the limit." He settled back into the couch, next to Coleen, who reached over with one hand and began fondling his truly marvelous prick again, never taking her eyes off the rest of us. Eddy looked at John, prick pointing towards the ceiling, his balls already drawn way up into his scrotum. "Come here a second." John walked over a little self-consciously, prick wagging from one side to another. Eddy felt his balls, running them through his hands as if calculating their weight, and then slowly felt up along John's shaft. John didn't let on to any particular expression, and I noticed Colleen watching intently, her hand still lingering at Eddy's crotch. Eddy moved over on the couch, laying back on one armrest. "I've already gone once tonight," he said, "probably not good for more than another one. Honey?" he turned to Coleen, "why don't you suck the nice man off?" he suggested, his eyebrows arching with encouragement. A Whole Lotta Penis Goin' On Ch. 02 Coleen reached over and felt John's balls, just the way Eddy had, and then had John turn around so he was facing us, prick pointing at us but still hard. She stood behind him, her bathrobe falling to the couch, and she gave John a nice hug from behind, her hands around his torso. One of her breasts stuck out and really looked enticing. She rubbed his shoulders and then with both her hands felt his ass, kneading each bun solidly while he was standing there. Then she reached around and gave his prick the softest little caress, a slow stroke from base to head, and I saw John's prick twitch with the touch. She reached underneath his groin with her other hand, rubbing his perineum at the same time she continued her stroking on his prick with her other hand. John's face was a hard-to-read combination of expressions, but I had a feeling that top among his thoughts was that his sperm was going to be erupting way too soon. Not the one of us had a steady sweetie, and while I had a feeling that each of us had tagged at least one sexual partner since the semester started, our orgasms had mostly probably been of the self-induced variety and even then likely not all that frequent. I hadn't ejaculated in over a week, and surmised that John's fluids were already boiling away in his balls, impatient for release. She turned him around again, so that he was facing her and she knelt in front of him, taking his prick into her mouth in the most delicate way. John's ass looked so incredibly white and dumb in this position, with this handsome woman on her knees in front of him. He was tall and skinny, and his pale little legs and ass hardly looked the part for the role they were playing. Eddy gazed over with interest, his big prick lolling potently on his left thigh. John had just a sparse growth of hair at his groin, but she ran her hands all around his balls while she eased her mouth up and down on his prick. I was quite astonished to see how much of him she was able to take into her mouth. I had never had anyone who could manage all of my length, although I had not exactly had a huge sample of lovers to compare nor a very large organ either. But Coleen could get her nose buried right into the hairs at the base of John's groin, and sometimes she lingered there, and it looked like she was working her tongue and throat at the same time. After Eddy, John's prick probably seemed miniscule. Max and I looked at each other, feeling a bit silly standing there with our pricks aching to attention. We pulled the rest of our clothes off, the room now plenty heated up, and who knew what we were headed for next? Eddy was completely absorbed in the scene, which from his angle involved a really nice view of Coleen's sweet backside as she knelt in front of John. She periodically disengaged form John's cock and nuzzled up to his balls, taking one testicle then the other into her mouth. At one point John had to spread his legs a little farther apart for balance, and she cupped his skinny ass in her hands. From my perspective this was quite appealing sight since his cock poked completely straight up, and the handsome face of Coleen at work on my buddy was irresistible. It was becoming apparent that John was going to erupt at any moment, his ass began quivering with desire, and his torso squirmed with the slightest touch from Coleen. Eddy stood and pulled Coleen up from her knees, and they embraced there in front of him, she turning to give him a nice hug, her right hand dropping down to feel his erection. "Let's give you a break for a moment," Eddy said to John. "Take a seat," he pointed to a chair next to the couch. "Who's next?" he asked, and we laughed since he seemed to direct it to no one is particular. I stood forward, a cheerful volunteer. "Let's do something a little different," said Eddy. "Here, take a seat on the couch," he suggested to me, and then "You," pointing to Max, "put this on." He tossed him a condom from the same drawer that the tape measure had come out of. We complied readily, and I made myself comfortable on the couch. Max unrolled the condom and put it on, standing by, looking a little stupid and not quite sure what to expect next, although I could have told him. Coleen sat next to me and rubbed my shoulders and chest, and to my surprise began nibbling at my ear, tickling her tongue into my ear socket. It really felt marvelous, especially when I considered where her tongue had last been, sliding up and down on John's prick. Her hands wandered down to my raging erection, cupping my balls and running softly over my quivering prickhead. Soon she was kneeling before me and had taken to sucking on my testicles. I stretched back on the couch, sure that the dream in front of me could not be real. Max was standing behind her, his hand to his prick, while Eddy and John watched. Coleen then stood up and bent over to take my prick in her mouth. This exposed her rear end to Max, who saw his signal about as clearly as can be imagined. He was over in an instant, placing his hands on her hips, and slid his prick, slowly but firmly, into her exposed cunt. She smiled, which was apparent even with my cock in her mouth, and nestled her rump back against Max's pressure. He began humping away at her, slowly at first, but then faster, and I ran my fingers under Coleen's breasts, dangling down in front of me, which moved around enthrallingly as Max provided some fore and back movement. I briefly closed my eyes, with one hand on her succulent right breast, while Coleen was still tonguing my prick, but after a couple minutes I couldn't help opening my eyes again, wanting to see the whole picture. I looked around the room, the scene quite surreal. Coleen was busy at work on me, her left hand cupping and massaging my balls, her mouth moving up and down my prick. John was sitting in a chair, the only other male without a ragingly stiff prick, his having drooped a little without Coleen's mouth on it. Max had his eyes closed, his hips slapping into Coleen's ass, and his climax pretty clearly not far away. Eddy was on the couch, his huge organ standing straight up while he observed the little drama unfolding in front of him. I closed my eyes and spread my legs a little more, giving Coleen a little better access to my testicles. I could feel her hair, which had fallen out of her pony tail with her exertions, brush up against my thighs, but mostly I concentrated on her warm tongue, moving its way along my quite blissful prick. She would pause periodically with my prick fully lodged in her mouth, her nose at my groin hair, and the faintest little motions from her throat gently squeezed my shaft. I wished I could have remained like this forever, but the thrill was agonizing, and I would begin to squirm with pleasure, and she would resume movement on my penis. Max's face was red now, his forehead sweaty, and he up-tempoed his humping, causing Coleen to stop her attentions on me while she braced herself with both hands on the couch to absorb the force of his thrusts. And then with a low little grunt, Max humped her a half dozen times serious-like, without question divesting his spermload into her, or the condom to be more exact. He slowly pulled out, prick drooping already, the condom head heavy and hanging down with a good pile of thick sperm in it. My balls were boiling away with desire now, and Coleen was back to work on me, her soft little mouth down my cock and then I felt all of a sudden a new sensation. Eddy had reached over from the couch next to me, and slid one hand around my balls, soaking with saliva dribbled out by Colleen, and then I felt him slowly insert a finger into my anus. I slid my ass out a little further to the edge of the couch, which gave him easier access, and Coleen glided her mouth up and down over my aching prick, and felt now a new range of erotic stimuli - Coleen picking up speed on my penis, while Eddy probed about inside my rectum with his slippery finger. He found a spot inside me that pulled me closer to eruption, pushed and circled it with delicious results. Coleen felt my prick spasm with stiffness, and removed her mouth. She looked up at me with an absolutely lascivious smile and then drooled a great slop of saliva onto my penis, using two hands now to work onto my prick head and shaft. It took about thirty seconds of Eddy probing and her uptempo action before she pulled the first of several strong spurts of semen out of me, an unusually strong climax to accompany the circumstances. Most of my sperm went onto my belly but little wads of it spewed up onto her handsome chest, and then dribbled down her nipples back on to me. She milked the last little bit of semen out of me, a final drop from my overheated prickhead, and I saw her give Eddy a warm, if conspiratorial, smile. I flopped back on the couch, exhausted, but aware that there were still two very hard pricks left in the room. Eddy looked pleased. Great gobs of semen were flung out along my chest, and Coleen was sweaty and had collapsed on the couch between me and him. Max had sat back on a chair, his prick shrunken back into a tiny mass of a soaked hairy tangle. He had pulled off his quite messy condom and looked around for some place to dispense with it. Eddy pointed at a corner wastebasket, which Max was able to hit with one great, arcing hook-shot, the condom landing in the basket with a sodden plopping sound. Eddy popped open another Pabst, tossing Max and me a can as well. He had me towel off my soggy torso, and cradled Coleen to him, despite the intense heat now generated in the room. He gestured for John to come over, who had never actually ejaculated after Coleen's initial attentions. John stood before him, his prick semi-hard but nearly full length. Eddy reached out and fondled John's prick into a stiffer state, a matter of a few minutes only. Eddy looked curiously dispassionate, observing John's rod expand and stiffen. Then he stopped and turned to Coleen, who was looking up at him with shining eyes. She herself then began rubbing Eddy's cock, each of them gazing at each other. "The floor?" he asked, his eyebrows arching. "Sure," she murmured, and she got up and spread-eagled herself out in front of us all on the carpet. John had to step back to make some room. I have to say she looked so inviting I had to keep myself from piling on top of her myself. My prick was too beat to be hard yet, but already was stirring a little, and it wouldn't have taken much effort for me to imagine myself plunging into her. Eddy rose, apparently completely oblivious to us, and knelt in front of Colleen's cunt. He gazed at her while he rubbed her mons gently with his left hand, and then almost in a ritual manner he bowed down and started to lick her labia, first one side, then the other, finally settling in around her clitoris. He was surprisingly delicate, taking his time and sometimes dropping down to slide his tongue all the way into her cunt itself. She had closed her eyes, and was obviously enjoying the attention, rocking her hips about with the right touch. While he was doing this, and it was a captivating sight to be sure, I noticed that while on all fours, his prick, already full length, had grown harder and harder, until it had that steel-like look to it that a prick gets when it means business. It was nearly parallel to his belly, and any movement on his part meant his prick bobbed around, like a stiff metal rod. The damn thing was huge, alluring, and once I noticed it, it was harder not to look at it than Colleen getting her tongue-over. I got up off the couch and positioned myself mostly behind him so I could see his balls move about too, churning in their sack and ready for action. I had to stifle the impulse to reach around and fondle his organ and testicles, which looked smooth and appealing. Coleen's body began to get more rigid, and I noticed her feet and legs tensing. She put her hands on Eddy's head, which it seemed he anticipated, for his tongue went slightly faster. Her eyes were closed and then her head went back and her legs spasmed and her hips heaved and we were treated to the sight of her pleasure, lasting a good half a minute or so, her head thrown back, eyes closed, while her legs shook with spasms. After a few minutes, while Eddy continued to softly nuzzle her cunt, he raised his head, and Colleen and he shared another of those moist-eyed lover stares. He slid forward, positioning his cock in front of her damp cunt, her crotch fur all sticking together, and ever so exquisitely he entered her, slowly, gently, and also in a way that let us all watch every inch of penetration. His big body pretty much covered her, but I noticed he was careful not to place all his weight on her. They kissed in front of us, mindful of nothing but their own world, and held still until the pleasure of their connection caused him to start oscillating his hips, grinding his pelvis into hers. After a few minutes of gradually increasing tempo, Eddy raised his head and looked around. He gestured for John to come over and had him kneel on his haunches, knees spread wide, near Coleen's head. She turned and tickled her tongue over the tip of John's prick which twitched slightly with the touch. Eddy continued to gently plow into her, his hands on the floor holding his big body up off of her, all the while watching while she sucked on John's cock. John in turn had closed his eyes entirely, his head thrown slightly back as he enjoyed her ministrations. While this only went on for only a couple minutes, it made for a image I will never forget. Eddy had gradually picked up the speed of his thrusts, and from what I could see of Coleen's body language, she was closing in on another climax. She let go of John's cock with her mouth, although she kept a hand there, fingers cupping his balls, not so much stroking as holding on. And then her hips heaved again and she let go with a little yelp of pleasure, all the while holding John's balls in a death grip. His own face was a little startled looking, but I don't think it actually hurt him. Eddy slowed his own hip oscillations, and motioned John over a little closer to their coupled bodies. Eddy raised up on his arms, pelvis grinding into Coleen, and directed a glance at her. Some sort of communication took place, since Coleen then began stroking John's prick in earnest. She pulled him closer and pointed his prick towards her chest, and after a few dozen energetic pulls, he emptied a good load of sperm out onto her chest. She milked the last little bit out and rubbed it on one of her boobs, the rest of his white gruel scattered over her torso. Eddy smiled and then sank down onto her chest, sliding his own against hers and squashing the sperm around between them. We could even hear it squish about. Doing this also meant his prick was moving around inside Colleen again and then he began humping her serious. I had to take a step back. She had pulled her legs up over his back, and was running her hands around his back and ass, and I watched him pretty much let go, pushing his asscheeks hard, he bucked into her with rapid thrusts. Her own body was moving around on the carpet underneath him, and I had no idea what it was like for her at that point, getting his enormous penis pushed up into her. I guess at this stage her cunt was so loose and relaxed that it couldn't have hurt, but I kept thinking about all that damn length of his banging around inside of her. Then, and this was really strange, I couldn't help it any more. I impulsively moved behind Eddy and pressed my hands up against his ass, feeling his balls in my hand. They were firm and moving fast, and I could feel the heat coming from their union. I could feel his cock slipping in and out of Coleen. I had a strong desire to return his favor and stick my finger up his anus, but didn't quite have the nerve. I settled for feeling his balls and pressing with my hand on his perineum. He turned around a little and smiled, so I knew it was okay, and then turned back to Coleen. He grunted and put his head on her neck and his pelvis started moving big time fast, and then I felt his own ass-cheeks tense in a new way, and felt his body rhythmically pulse while he sent his load of semen up Colleen. He slowed down after the first contraction, but kept moving his hips into her, finally slowing to a stop after six or seven final strong thrusts. While they were kissing there on the floor, the rest of us exchanged looks and quietly and rather quickly gathered up our stuff, pulling on our pants. We said some awkward goodbyes and thanks to them still there on the floor, and then cleared out fairly uneventfully, silent out the door and down the road. My mind was reeling. Four pricks in action, one of truly impressive dimensions. We all had seen two semen launches, saw the results of another in a condom, and I felt with my own hands, admittedly from the backside, the force of another. My groin had that warm glow that comes after a nice climax, but unlike any sexual event I had had before, this one had a whole range of mental pictures to go with it. A handsome woman with her tongue in my ear, her mouth on my prick, her hands on my balls and a memorable climax. My buddies' cocks in a state of extreme arousal. A large, extraordinarily handsome black prick doing some serious work. The film clip I had in my head would provide images for the rest of my life. Lost in our own thoughts, we didn't say much on the way back, except every once in a while someone would let out with some exclamation: "You saw the size of that thing? Battering ram! Guy could impregnate a whole regiment of wenches!" "When her tongue tickled his prickhead? Oh man, I thought I was gonna expire!" "Those nipples were to die for! And the expression her face while she jerked you off!" Never had an orgy like that before, and precious few since. Thank you Eddy, and thank you Coleen.