- Story 192-
- The Party- chapter 7-
- I could feel the red flush rise from my abdomen to my chest and into my face as they continued the disparaging gestures (the reader can imagine the finger to thumb indication they made to each other in reference to my flaccid size), much to my humiliation. I was rinsed and made to lie on the floor. Each of the women took a turn placing her private parts over my face where my tongue and lips could service them as they so obviously desired. I had always convinced myself that no man was better at orally pleasing a woman than I and I did my best to perform in an incomparable manner. Several of the ladies made sure that I tasted not only their pussies but also their anal passages and I was thrilled at the opportunity to be so used though I had the impression that they felt they were taking rude advantage of my compromised situation. I was enjoying myself up until this time. It was truly a sensual experience to be so in the control of these women, exhibited naked as I was, and I was sure that my oral skills were incomparable. Ladies Four, Five and Six arrived and, while physically disparate in appearance, were given the same routine treatment by their fellow whites as did the men whose numbers corresponded with theirs. I won't bore the reader with the details as they are repetitive, except for the different nuances of numbering, skin color and texture, and physical attributes. We abused each and they abused us as one might expect each would when given the opportunity, motive and access. It was exciting; it was fun; and if one was empathetic, it was embarrassing for those being abused and shaved—exhilarating for those doing the abusing. In the end, we all were treated badly by our own, in anticipation of being treated better by the blacks.