Jerry approached me with a remote control unit that seemingly had exhausted the civilized world's supply of buttons, and said, "let's crank this party up a notch." He aimed the remote at a wall panel, and the music broke into a disco beat that shook the room. The lights took on a rhythm of their own, and swung to the heavy boom of the base. Colors everywhere were playing with our heads and beckoning us to go wild. Any woman worth her salt couldn't resist the urge to dance at that point, and these girls were no exception. The wineglasses went down, and the femmes grabbed the first available partner to start their gyrations. Soon the dance floor was writhing with bodies, ten in all, which included Mia and me. I was thoroughly enjoying watching Mia's body as she moved with the beat, tits swaying freely now, and lost in new world of sensual anticipation. Her mood had definitely changed, and I was the recipient of some pretty heavy come-ons.

As I was losing control, I looked around to see one of the sexiest scenes imaginable. My wife and her sister were really working it for the men. Asses were being wagged, and tits flopped and bobbed to the beat. Dirty dancing was the order of the night, and black men really know how to dirty dance. I wondered where in the world my wife learned to dance like that, humping a man's extended leg, her dress riding high up to her waist, and her bald pussy spreading lubrication on a pant leg. Jodi was following suit as she humped one leg in front, moved her ass against a man behind her, and wrapped her hands around the neck of the man in back. His hands, in turn were kneading her tits, squeezing and mashing to the rhythm.

I looked back to see Jessica undoing the pants of the man whose leg she was humping, as the other men began unzipping and removing their clothes. As I moved to the beat, I felt a pair of hands go to work on my pants. Mia was all over me, tearing at my clothes, straining to get her hands around my cock. I soon saw my pants flying across the room while my hard cock began slapping my stomach. Next came my shirt, and I was left standing naked before my black haired princess. She didn't hesitate as she quickly stripped out of her outfit to join me in total nudity. The music changed once more, and a slow sensual torch song hit the air. I grabbed Mia, pulled her close, and, for the first time, felt her warmth, her smoothness, and her soft skin against mine. She put her head back to look up at me with her incredible green eyes, and I could swear I could smell her sweat words as she mouthed, "Let's get comfortable!"

"Where? Wait! The loft," I suggested. We took off climbing the hills of white fluff. No ladders, no stairs, only a white slope of deep foam rubber padding, covered by a thick bed comforter, which was the full width of the room. It was like walking in a sea of lemon meringue, as up to the loft we went where sleeping arrangements were spread out in what appeared to be a free formed bed that was roughly ten feet in diameter. Large overstuffed feather pillows were strewn about, leaving us to choose one if we wished. However, the entire loft was one giant white pad, and it was very difficult to tell the limits of the bed. Perhaps the bed had no limits; just those defined by the size of the decorative comforter. Someone could hold an entire party up here alone, and would never have to use the lower level. The loft was complete with a control panel of some sort near what I would assume was the head of the bed. Again, everything was padded, which told me that there must be a lot of flopping around that takes place up here, and no one wants to bump their head.

We were like kids climbing the hill outside our house. The subtle differences were that Mia and I were fully adult and totally nude. I followed her lead, sniffing the scented trail until my prey fell onto her back, legs spread, and waiting for the attack. I was soon upon her with my full weight, landing square between her legs and pressing her into the room sized feather bed. The look in her eyes was pure fire and the heat of her body flared up when combined with mine. Her stare made my prick immediately spring to hardness, and she slipped her hand down to grasp my tool and guide it into her dripping slit. I plunged full length without hesitation, searching for the answer to my questions. Her cunt felt as if she was squeezing my cock with her hand. The small tight orifice could only be penetrated because of her lubrication, and I split the small lips with pleasure as I felt my member surrounded by its heat. Mia closed her eyes, moaned loudly, and raised her knees up and out to the sides when I plunged. This is what she was waiting for, what she desired in her secret life, and the relief that was so critical in her life.

To my delight, she had one other feature that, to me, made her the perfect lay. Her vaginal tract was extremely short, and my eight inches stopped cold against the end with six inches inserted. Mia gasped, her eyes widened like a wild woman, and she stared up into my face with parted lips. Although I could definitely fall in love with this woman, I reminded myself that love was off limits, but lust was definitely the order of the day. Lust, as defined by Jodi, had no limits of pain or pleasure, and the limits of lust existed only in one's mind. Mia's limits had not yet been reached, and I was reading her mind. I continued to suck on one of her tits as I plunged in and out of her baby hole, enjoying her heat and animal passion.

I knew that the best was yet to come, and I positioned myself kneeling above her, arms under her legs, and bumping my cock against her cervix. I rubbed and rubbed the entrance to her womb with every stroke until I could feel the tight knot begin to open. Like a tight sphincter it seemed to yield to ever increasing pressure until I thought she was ready. Her wild bucking told me that she wanted something more, something even she couldn't define, so I gave her the definition. With hard steady pressure, I forced the head of my cock past the point of no return and penetrated her cervix. Mia screamed at the top of her lungs, but I paid no attention to anyone hearing, since I knew that Jessica and Jodi would know what I had done. Once the head was through, I thrust full length into her body until my balls were resting on her asshole, and my cock head was well within her uterus. I stopped and held myself in that position, letting Mia get the full realization of what she was feeling. Although she almost past out at the experience, she came alive and screamed, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," over and over.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her with such force that we were fused together at the crotch. I could feel her large clit against my pubic bone, and I knew she was getting violated inside and out. She was out of control in lust for sex, my sex, my seed, and she seemed to suck it out of me with her cunt. Holding me tight, she wouldn't let me withdraw from her uterus, and so I took rapid short strokes, backing up just short of my head slipping from her cervix. It was far too much for either of us to take as we tried desperately to prolong the feeling, but to no avail. Mia seemed to scream her whisper in my ear, "fuck my baby chute...come in me...make a baby in me...make me pregna....ughhh!" And her voice trailed off as he shook in violent answer to my streams of semen. I could feel the pulses of sperm I sent into her womb, hot and thick, as my balls emptied directly into her reproductive chamber. Her spasms of delight matched my throbbing prick, and I could tell her pleasure was a newfound intensity that she never experienced before. I broke her cervical cherry, my seed was inside her, and I knew that from then on, her feelings for sex would be changed forever. I held myself buried to full length as long as I could, and it was only when my cock's stiffness subsided that it's head slipped back through the ultimate pleasure hole to rest in her chamber of normal love.

Such was our passion, that the whole act couldn't have taken more than fifteen minutes. Penned up lust always takes its toll by speeding up animalistic lust, and so it was with us. We had opened both our floodgates together, and as we regained our composure and looked into each other's eyes, we realized that we had found a new passion for life and a new partner for that passion. Partners that had been assigned now had been fused in a different way, and no matter who would invade Mia's inner chamber from now on, it would be me that could only rekindle the feelings of virgin lust for that last inner frontier. There was an unspoken bond that neither one of us tried to broach with words, so we just lay there in naked embrace, gazing into each other's minds.

Our revere was brought back to reality by the sounds of action down below, and Mia got a wicked smile on her face saying, "C'mon. I want to watch." So we broke our sweaty bodies apart, and crawled to the edge of the loft to see what was going on.

While we were committing adultery in the loft, my wife and her sister had been promoting their own acts of depravity. Both sisters had managed to strip the men, and had, in turn, been stripped themselves. They continued to dance, their clothes tossed far off to the side of the room, black and white bodies gyrating like keys on a piano. The beat of the music had risen once again to a hot disco beat, and lights were flashing in rhythm. The sisters had once again taken up the practice of "dirty dancing," and were in much the same positions that I saw them last. My wife was straddling the leg of the man she had been dry humping, and continued to rub her bald pussy lips over the man's legs. Only this time she was hanging on to the man's cock like a saddle horn, pumping it with her small white hands as they bumped to the music. From behind, two large black bodies were crowding her, slapping her skin with their stiffening pricks. Jessica had a broad smile on her face from ear to ear, laughing at the treatment the guys were administering.

Jodi had her own set of admirers in very much the same position as her sister, only she was grasping the pricks of the two men to her side as they shook her breasts with their large black hands. The man at her front was doing the limbo between her legs that she tried to keep as wide as possible. When he got close enough, he slapped Jodi's bare cunt with his stiff cock, side to side, then directly on her clit. This is what the girls loved, and they kept dancing, prick teasing, and working themselves and the men to a fever pitch before having serious sex.

Mia and I lay on the edge of the loft, no more than fifteen feet away from the writhing throng, and feeling the heat that was building in their loins. Even though we had just had violent intercourse, we rolled to the side to gain better access to each other's genitals to continue the stroking. As many times as I witnessed them in action, I will never get over these white girls contrasted so willingly and sexy with their black lovers. I wondered which were the slaves and which were the masters, for although the girls wanted to be dominated, their ways with the men showed their mastery of taking them just where they wanted, and when they wanted them. We could physically feel the heat in the loft, evidenced by the shining sweat of the white and black skin as it slithered together in one slippery mass. The sweat was pouring off the men as well as the girls, and they rubbed together, co-mingling their fluids in one sexy scene.

Jodi was the first to break the pattern when the man in front stopped slapping her cunt lips with his prick, and slipped the sweaty member inside her well lubricated love tunnel. "Whew!" she yelped as the black meat spread her white pussy lips, and he continued to limbo closer as she helped by thrusting her naked pubis toward him. The man knew how to dance, and soon was laying back folded onto his legs, and Jodi was holding onto the black handles to each side as she bounced up and down on the black meat. With tits jiggling freely, she raised and lowered with animal speed as she fucked the black stick beneath her. Raising high, her body slammed down on the rod, forcing it to extreme depths inside her. She was waiting to be filled, and was talking to the man below, "fill me, fill me with your come. Pump me with seed, and empty your black balls." Her words were too much, and she flung back her head allowing her blond tresses to cascade straight from her head to her ass, as she closed her eyes feeling the hot semen pump into her. The streams of white man milk shot into her with a release that had been building the entire evening. Fresh hot sperm, full of black babies flooded her channel and filled her with needed life. They both shuddered their climax, then fell back to the safety of the padded perimeter of the dance floor.

"Just look at those cocks!" Mia exclaimed excitedly in my ear. "My God, they're huge!" And they, in fact, were. Jerry and the men he had selected for the girls' slave sexing were as black as spades, and came equipped with some mighty impressive equipment. All of them lived up quite well to the myth of the huge black cock, and all had heavy ball sacks to match. Jerry knew that the women didn't like overweight lovers (although if it came to choosing between weight vs. lack of nooky, sex always won out), and his selection of men to fuck the white angels nicely fit the description of athletic builds. They complained that, although they didn't mind pleasing the non-athletic types orally or anally, their petite figures had a hard time handling the weight of a heavy man lying on top of them.

Mia's eyes were fixed on the action as she mumbled comments about the black bodies. I personally had no frame of reference for likes or dislikes, except that I preferred having my wife fucked by a relatively well built black with a long tool, rather than one of average build and mildly brown skin. I figured that as long as she was into getting her white pussy filled with black meat, it might as well be real black to gain the fullest effect of contrast. Most of all, I learned that she should also be penetrated by the longest she could find, so that they would poke through her cervix into her uterus and disturb anything that was beginning to grow there. This was somewhat of a double edge sword, and was a delicate balance of playing with fire. Jessica was going to fuck black cock and that was that, but at the same time she refused to protect herself from getting pregnant. If she were fucked through her cervix by a long cock, she would have sperm deposited directly on her fertile eggs, ensuring pregnancy. If she continued getting fucked through her cervix, it would act like an intrauterine device causing her to abort or not retain a child. Thus, she would play with getting pregnant, which would force her to keep going in order to stop it. Consequently, I had little choice but to encourage Jessica to get deep fucked at least two or three times a month.

I had to admit, as long as blacks were screwing them, at least they had a friend in Jerry who was selective. Not one of the men was over weight, and all had those tight buns that women drool over. It may be that Jimmy the Greek made a public faux pas when he stated that blacks were bred to have strong legs and arms for working the fields, but his point was well made, and for whatever reason there was behind it, the result was the same. The sisters told me that the harder the muscles in a man's ass, the harder the thrusts. The combination of features that made them suited to physical labor also appealed to a white woman's sense of being mastered by a large strong black male. And the same features that gave them muscle in their bodies, extended between their legs to supply them with hunks of meat that swung like grotesque tubes of stiffening flesh from their crotch. Now, you put all those features together on shining sweaty black skin, and that's what we were looking at below. The two blondes had an appreciation for the black male art form, and allowed themselves to be drawn into the contrasting blend of white women and black masters.