Kelli and the Law







"Let me see if I got this straight," the older black man said looking at the 
younger man strangely. They were standing on a busy downtown street. "You 
want me to take your wife on as one of my whores? I gotta ask why. You need 
money that bad, boy?"

"No, it's not money," Kevin Bolton said. "It's something I...I mean we, want 
to do."

"I see," the older man said slowly. "You want your wife to fuck around so 
you'll feel better 'bout...whatever it is you're doin. Is that it?"

"No, not that either. I'm not doing anything," Kevin said. "It just 
something I think...I mean we think she should try."

"What does your wife look like?" the black man asked suspiciously. "She fat? 
Ugly, or what?"

"She's very pretty," Kevin said taking his wallet out and showing the man a 
photograph of his wife.

"Yeah, she's a looker alright," Coot Wilson said looking at the photo.

***

Across the street two men, both black, sat in a black Crown Victoria 
watching the two men.

"Who the fuck is that talking with Coot?" one of the men asked his 
companion.

"Don't know, Rex," the other man answered lazily. "Don't much give a shit 
either."

"I ain't seen him around here before," Rex Calvin said looking through the 
binoculars. "Young, clean-cut, and well dressed."

"Probably some college kid looking to line up some pussy for a frat party," 
Van Mason answered. "Who gives a shit?"

"Maybe I do," Rex said shortly. "No, he a little too old to be Joe College. 
Besides Coot only handles white women for black johns."

"Okay Rex," his partner said slumping down in the passenger's seat. "Yell if 
you spot our man. I'll catch me a little shut-eye."

"Man, I ain't believing you," Rex said still looking through the glasses. 
"The city pays you a fine salary and you goof-off on them. We work for the 
po-lice department, and I insist on you givin' a good days work for a days 
pay."

"Fuck you sergeant Calvin, sir," the man answered without opening his eyes. 
"They ain't payin' me to watch Coot Wilson and some punk shoot the shit. I 
got bigger fish to fry. I'm a homicide de-tective not some creep from vice. 
Kid is probably trying to sell his mother or sister to Coot."

***

"Your wife is willin' to go along with this?" Coot asked. He was still 
holding on to Kevin's wallet and looking at the photograph of Kelli Bolton.

"Yeah, sure she is," Kevin said. He knew he wasn't telling the exact truth. 
Kelli had agreed to try it, but only because Kevin had insisted and even 
begged her.

"She have any idea what a whore does?" Coot asked. "She got any notion what 
it means to be a ho?"

"Yes, we discussed it," Kevin said.

"Why did you come to me?" Coot asked. He glanced over at the black car. He 
recognized the Crown Vic as a cop car.

"A guy I work with told me about you,"

"He tell you that I cater only to blacks? Is that what you want for your 
wife, boy. You want her fucked with black cocks?"

"Yes, he said you had some white women, and your client base was strictly 
afro-Americans."

"Where'd you park?" Coot asked handing the young man his wallet.

"A couple blocks down in a parking lot," Kevin said.

"Let's walk and talk," Coot said, glancing at the cop car. After a block 
Coot said, "You got any idea what goes on in the business? Do you know 
anything about ho's?"

"No, not much," Kevin admitted. "Just what I've read and heard." Coot didn't 
reply until they reached the end of the block.

"Boy, your wife is going to meet and fuck a whole bunch of the brothers. 
Some of them ain't all that nice, either. She'll get skull fucked, ass 
fucked, and after a while her cunt will too big to even feel your dick. Some 
of them ol' boys could shag a cow to death. You sure that's what you want 
for her?"

"Kelli needs a lot more than I can provide," the young man said, looking 
everywhere except at Coot. "She...ah, well you see She..."

"Okay, send her to see me tomorrow at one o'clock," he said interrupting the 
stammering. "I'll talk with her. She can find me at Sam's Bar on Sixth 
Street."

"Okay, I can take a late lunch and come with her?"

"No, I'll want to talk with her alone."

"I'm afraid I must insist," Kevin said stopping and looking at Coot.

"Then forget it," Coot said continuing to walk on. "I ain't got time for 
bullshit games anyway."

"No, wait a minute," Kevin said hurrying to catch up. "Kelli will be there 
at one o'clock. Sam's Bar, right?"

***

"Where are we going?" Van Mason asked when Rex started the car.

"Following that kid and Coot," Rex said. "Go back to sleep."

Rex watched as Coot Wilson and the young white man spoke briefly and 
separated. He watched as the kid went into an unattended parking lot and got 
into a red Lexis. Rex copied the tag information into his note book and 
watched the Lexis drive away.

"Where we goin' now?" Van asked.

"Over to Sixth Street," Rex answered. "I need to have a little chat with 
Coot."

***

"Well, well, if it ain't sergeant Calvin in the flesh," Coot said as the big 
cop loomed over the table in the back of the bar. "What brings you to this 
place?"

"Who's the white kid you were talking to a little while ago?" Rex asked 
turning a chair around and sitting in it backward.

"You workin' vice these days?" Coot asked.

"No," Rex answered shortly. "Who was the kid?"

"I talk with a lot of people," Coot said. "Can't remember them all, can I?"

"Coot," Rex said. "There probably ain't but three or four people in the 
world who knows you really own this joint. The problem is I'm one of them. 
What do you think the beverage licensing board would do if they found out 
they had issued a liquor license to a convicted felon?"

"What the fuck you want, Rex?"

"I want to know who the kid is and what you talked about."

"Hell he's just some kid who has a yen to see his wife put out for the 
brothers. I get two or three a year comin' to see me. Won't amount to much, 
if anything. Why you askin'?"

"Just curious," Rex Calvin answered. "Tell me about it."

Coot told the police officer what had been said. "She's supposed to come see 
me tomorrow at one. I'll go on record right now, sayin' she won't show. They 
hardly ever do."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we," Rex said, getting up 
from the chair.

"You got a hankerin' for some fresh white meat, Sergeant?" Coot asked with a 
grin.

"Always, Coot," Rex said. "The key word here is 'fresh'."

"If she shows, which she won't, you want to take her for a test drive?"

"Just might do that," Rex said leaning down on the table between them. "I'll 
see you tomorrow at one, Coot."

***

"I just don't get it," Kelli Bolton said to her husband. They had been 
married three years. "Why do you want me to do this? It doesn't sound normal 
to me. I'm your wife, Kevin."

"I know," Kelvin said. "It's not normal. I'm not normal and you aren't 
normal. You have busted my chops since day one. You want more sex then I can 
give you. This is a way for you to get what you need. We've been over this 
several times, Kelli. We've tried threesomes and swinging, and that didn't 
workout all that well. This is the answer. You'll meet Coot at one o'clock, 
or you'll shut up and be grateful for what you have."

Kelli didn't reply to Kelvin. She knew he was right. She had an extremely 
high sex drive and poor Kelvin didn't. It was funny, she thought, she had no 
idea she was so overly developed sexually until after she and Kevin got 
married. She had been a virgin until then. She also knew that she had cried 
herself to sleep in frustration many nights. When she was just getting 
started Kelvin was finishing up. She reluctantly agreed to swing and that 
worked for a while, but it was too risky, and some of the people they met 
were creeps. One of their swing partners fell head over heels in love with 
her. That caused all sort of problems, so they stopped swinging. Over the 
past year or so she had literally worn out three dildos. Self administered 
sex was okay, it didn't replace the real thing.

Kelli thought back to their swing meetings. One guy, a dark skinned Latino, 
stood out in her memory. He was an excellent lover, and gave her a lot of 
good orgasms. Without Kelvin's knowledge she met the guy a couple of times 
at a motel. But as good as he had been, she always left the motel wanting 
more. She also felt guilty about stepping out on Kelvin. When Kelvin 
mentioned her getting together with black men, the idea intrigued her, even 
though she had never actually known a black person. Kelvin downloaded some 
photos from the internet. Some of the photo's were close-ups of their cocks.

When Kelvin suggested she go to work for a black pimp as a whore she 
resisted the idea at first. The very thought of being a prostitute flew into 
the face of her idea of a proper wife or even a good citizen. Over the next 
few weeks, Kelvin became more and more insistent. Finally she told him she 
might try it after he brought a couple triple X DVD's home. She knew they 
were actors playing a part but they still excited her. One day Kelvin 
brought a homemade video home. It was poorly done, but the people were 
obviously amateurs. Besides being aroused she was also jealous of the white 
woman who was on the receiving end of a long, hard, black cock. When Kelvin 
told her he had spoken with the pimp she discovered that she was both 
frightened and excited.

"Why do I have to meet him by myself?" she asked. "I'm not sure about that. 
Why can't you be there?"

"That's the way he wants it, Kel," Kelvin explained again. "I guess he wants 
to make sure your acting on your own freewill, or something."

"I don't know if I can do it," Kelli complained. "I don't think I have even 
spoken to a black person before."

"Sure you can," Kelvin insisted. "I'll drop you off on my lunch break, and 
you can take a cab home."

"But what if he wants me to... show him something? Or even do it?"

"Then do what he says," Kelvin said. "Think of it as an interview for a job. 
You got a great figure, Kel, so use it. Show the man what you got."

Kelli did have a great figure. Her five feet four body was all curves. She 
was proud of her boobs. Thirty eight D cup breasts that sat high on her 
chest with only the slightest sag from the weight of them. Her figure was 
coupled with a pretty, girl-next-door-face.

Birth control had never been a problem with the Bolton's. They found out, 
not long after they were married, she couldn't conceive. She thought it may 
have something to do with her extremely high libido.

"What do you think I should wear?" she asked her husband.

"Something sexy," Kelvin answered. By sexy they both knew he meant sluttish. 
"That black silk skirt and the red tube top," Kelvin suggested. "You don't 
need a bra."

Kelli giggled, "I don't know about that. I might get raped before I even get 
in the place. That outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination."

"You don't want him to have to imagine anything," Kelvin said with a laugh. 
"You got it, so flaunt it."

***

While Kelli and Kelvin discussed the plans, Rex Calvin set in his car a few 
houses down. He studied his notes on the information he got from the tag 
number, and his own research. It appeared that the Bolton's lived the good 
life. Nice house, nice cars, and a good paying job for Kelvin.

Rex had been a policeman too long to be very surprised at anything people 
did. Kelli Bolton's drivers license photo showed that she was an very 
attractive woman of twenty-four. Rex smiled to himself. "Okay Mrs. Bolton, 
you want some black cock, I'll make sure you get some" He muttered to 
himself. "I got nine inches of hard black cock that you'll love." He laughed 
aloud,"actually I don't give a shit if you love it or not, you're going to 
get it anyway." He started the car and drove away.

***

"My God!" Kelli said as Kelvin maneuvered his Lexus down the city street. "I 
never saw so many black people."

"Yes, there are a lot of them," Kelvin agreed.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say to...what's his name? Coot?"

"Yeah, Coot. Just be yourself, Kel. I'm sure he'll do most of the talking. 
You know, asking questions and that sort of thing. You make damned sure you 
call me when you get home, and let me know how it went. There it is, right 
up there."

When Kelvin came to a stop in front of Sam's Bar, she gave him a quick peck 
on the lips and got out. She could feel the stares from the black men and 
even some of the black women, as she made her way, on shaky legs, to the 
door of the Bar.

"I'm supposed to meet a Mister Coot," she said to the man behind the bar. 
The bartender nodded to a man sitting alone at a table in the back of the 
room. "Mister Coot, I'm Kelli," she said to the man. She noticed a man 
sitting at the next table. He was the only one in the bar with a tie and 
jacket on.

"Just Coot. Have a seat," the man said. She took a seat across the table 
from him. "So, you're Kelli, huh?"

"Yes, sir," she said Her mouth was so dry, she could barely form the words.

"Your hubby told me you were lookin' for a job. Is that right?" Kelli 
nodded. "Henry, bring the lady a drink," Coot yelled at the bartender. 
"What'll you have Kelli?"

"Anything with Ice," she said.

"Tall screwdriver," Coot yelled. "Make it snappy, too." The barman quickly 
delivered the drink which Kelli took and drank deeply, keeping an ice cube 
in her mouth.

"So, Kelli, have you ever done any, ah... professional work before?"

"Yes sir," she said crunching the moisture giving ice. "I worked as a legal 
secretary for a couple of years, and...oh, that's not what you mean, is it?"

"No, it's not," Coot answered with an amused expression on his face. "Ever 
done any whorein'?"

"No sir," Kelli said, her face flaming red.

"What makes you think you want to be a ho?"

She was ready for that question. "Just for the adventure of it," she 
answered. "We don't need the money."

"Yeah," Coot said glancing at Rex Calvin at the next table. "You like to 
fuck?" Her face still red, she nodded. "That's good," Coot said. "Ain't 
necessary, but it's good for you, I guess. Ever fucked a black man?"

"No sir," she answered. "I did it with a Latino a couple of times."

"That's a step in the right direction," Coot said with a grin. "Them tits 
real?"

"Yes sir," she answered, after taking another long swig of the screwdriver. 
The bartender arrived with a fresh drink, and sat it down in front of her.

"I only got a couple rules for my bitches," Coot said. "One is you go and do 
what I say to do. You only get one fuckin' period a month, you got that?" 
Kelli nodded. "Another rule is you keep yourself clean. You get a blood test 
every two weeks and that ain't something up for debate. I got a Doc that 
takes care of my bitches. You take it up the ass?" She nodded and took 
another long drink. "You like it in your ass?" again she nodded "What's the 
biggest cock you ever had in you?" Kelli held up her hands about six inches 
apart, looked at her hands and remembered Carlo. She separated her hands 
another inch. "Some of the customers are bigger than that. You got a problem 
with it?" She shook her head feeling the warmth of the vodka spreading 
through her. "You goinna have to suck cock. You like suckin' a cock?"

"Yes sir," she answered. She actually did enjoy sucking a man's cock. She 
liked the feeling of power it gave her. She often came when her partner did. 
She also liked the taste of come.

"Ever had a threesome? Two men and you?"

"My husband and another man a few times," she answered.

"In the ass and cunt at the same time?"

"No, we didn't do that." She didn't add that she had been agreeable, but 
Kelvin never lasted long enough to do it.

"Some of the guys like to double up," Coot said. "You up for that?"

"Yes sir, I think I would like that just fine."

"If I decide to take you on, when could you start?"

"Any time I guess," Kelli answered. Another drink had magically arrived. She 
had not even been aware that she had finished the second one.

"Bring your drink and come on with me," Coot said getting to his feet.

"Where are we going?" she was surprised that she was a little drunk as she 
got unsteadily to her feet.

"Going to check out the goodies," Coot said over his shoulder. "Shake a leg. 
Honey." He led her to a door at the back of the bar room. The door led them 
into another room which for all intent and purpose was a bedroom and the bed 
was in the center of the room. There was a dimmed light on, giving the room 
a pinkish cast.

Kelli was surprised when another man came in behind her and closed the door.

"This is...my associate, I guess you could say," Coot said indicating Rex 
Calvin. "Rex checks out all my bitches, don't you Rex?"

"Only some of them," Rex said. "Some I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole."

"Yeah, me either," Coot said. "Okay Honey, let's see what you got."

"What do you...oh, you want me to take off my clothes." The two drinks and 
part of another one had dulled her natural inhibitions. She tossed her small 
hand bag on the bed and set her drink down on the small table. Striping was 
a simple matter because she wasn't wearing panties or bra. She took the tube 
top off and tossed it away. She posed topless for the two men a moment, and 
removed the short skirt.

"Now I do like that bald pussy, don't you Rex?" Coot said.

"I do indeed. Nice tits, too."

Totally nude Kelli stood and posed at the foot of the bed. Part of her 
feeling shame and humiliation. The part that didn't feel shame was 
over-powering any shame. Kelli felt pride her body could command the rapt 
attention of the two men.

"Spread your legs," Rex commanded. When she did, he said, "Spread your pussy 
lips. Show us some pink." Again she did as the big man commanded. The flush 
spread from her face to her chest. "Put a finger in it," Rex said. She did 
so, finding that she was wet.

"Come back in an hour, Coot," the big cop said softly. "You can get yours 
then." The pimp got up and left without a word.

Rex stood up and took off his jacket and tie. Kelli saw the holstered gun 
and badge on his belt, but elected not to comment. The big man removed his 
shirt displaying a massive chest and rippling muscles. He dropped his pants 
and kicked them away. He did the same with his boxers. He smiled when he 
heard Kelli gasp when she saw his cock. It was larger than anything she had 
ever seen. Even the photos that her husband showed her from the internet 
we're not that big.

"Come on over here and get acquainted with my cock," Rex said. "You are 
going to become good friends." On trembling legs, she went to stand in front 
of him. She felt dwarfed by his size. "Go on, put your hand on it," he said.

She took his huge member in her hand, and was surprised at the heat that was 
generated by it. It was heavy also, and as she held it, the cock stirred and 
acted as if it were coming alive in her hand. Cautiously she moved her hand 
back and forth.

While the small white woman played with his cock he took her breasts in his 
hands and fondled them causing her to whimper. Her breasts had always been 
sensitive. Kelli had a small orgasm while he gently pinched her nipples. Rex 
bend down and kissed her. He kissed her hard and deep, his tongue exploring 
her mouth. Kelli responded immediately and kissed him back.

"Suck it," he said, removing his mouth from hers. His voice was raspy from 
his anticipation. She didn't have to bend very far to bring his cock level 
with her mouth. She stuck the tip of her tongue out and licked the head of 
it, tasting the drop of moisture there. She licked around the engorged head 
and along the shaft, and back to the tip. She opened her mouth wide and took 
as much of him into her mouth as she could. She backed off and did it again, 
this time watching his face as she did. Rex was looking down at her, his 
eyes half closed. She liked the feeling of power she had over him at that 
moment. Rex let her orally minister to his cock for another five or six 
minutes.


"You want that black meat in your cunt?" he asked.

"Yes, please," she answered, lifting her eyes to meet his.

He effortlessly picked her up, carried her to the bed, and deposited her on 
it.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"I want you to fuck me," she answered in a small voice. "Please fuck me."

"So you want my black cock in your cunt, huh?" he was sliding his cock up 
and down her slit.

"Yes! Put it in me. Give it to...Oh my God!" she screamed as he shoved more 
than half of it in her. "Oh shit, your huge! Easy...easy, please!" She was 
unaware and uncaring that she was heard outside in the bar room. She was 
also unaware that they were being video taped. Coot always made a video of 
the white women who came to him. It was an easy and effective way to keep 
them in line if they decided to quit the business. Coot was a man who didn't 
let scruples stand in his way.

Rex pushed her legs back until her knees were almost to her shoulders as he 
plowed in and out of her. Each inward thrust put more of his cock in her 
until soon he had all of his hard cock in her pussy. Kelli kept yelling 
loudly, to the amusement of the bar patrons. She called for Rex to take it 
easy, and almost in the same breath she yelled for him to fuck her harder.

Rex fucked her hard and furious for a few minutes then slowed the pace and 
long stroked her for a while. He fucked her for nearly thirty minutes in the 
missionary position, then flipped her over, and fucked her like a bitch for 
a while.

"You do some of the work," he said laying on his back. "Get on and ride the 
pony,"

Kelli mounted him, sobbing in passion as she slid down on his rigid pole. 
"Oh God," she said in a trembling voice. "Don't you ever come?"

"Sure," he answered her. "You fuck yourself on my cock 'til I do." He took 
her heavy breasts in his massive hands and squeezed hard. She climaxed again 
with a loud squeal and started bucking on his cock like a wild thing. She 
was totally engrossed in fucking this man. So engrossed she didn't notice 
Coot entering the room.

Coot silently removed his clothes, and stood beside the bed watching the 
white woman fucking Rex. He never tired of watching a white woman fuck, with 
total abandoned, like Kelli was doing. He enjoyed watching as they began 
their addiction to black cock. He love to see a hard black cock in their 
cunt and he liked it when they screamed while taking black cock. Kelli 
Bolton certainly was a screamer.

Even after she saw Coot standing there, it took a moment to realize that 
there was a naked black man standing beside her, stroking his cock. Rex's 
cock in her pussy and his hands and mouth on her nipples was taking almost 
all of her concentration. Right at that moment the entire world was centered 
in her pussy.

"You fucked her ass yet?" Coot asked Rex.

"No, I was saving it for you," Rex said. "Won't be but a minute or two. I'm 
just about to unload in her."

"Take your time," Coot said. "I ain't in any hurry. Looks like you're going 
a good job fuckin' her. She any good?"

"Ahh, fuck!" Rex said as he shot his load in her. Coot stepped back to see 
the milky liquid pouring down around Rex's cock.

"Damn man! You come more than any three men ought to." Coot said laughing. 
"You been saving up a while?"

"Yeah, a while," Rex said his voice ragged. "I'm particular who's cunt I put 
my dick in." Kelli was still twitching as she lay on the big man. "Good? 
Hell yes she is. Best I ever fucked. Hot and tight and the fuckin whore 
can't get enough."

Kelli lifted herself off of Rex and when his cock came out there was a 
sucking sound and a loud plop. A cup of come poured out of her gapping 
pussy. She shuddered as she came again.

"Here," Coot said handing her a wet washcloth. "Clean your cunt up some and 
get on all fours. I'm going to fuck your ass." He was holding a plastic 
squeeze bottle in one hand.

"What's that?" Kelli managed to ask, looking at the bottle.

"Mineral oil," Coot said. "Better than baby oil and lubes better." When 
Kelli got as much of the cum cleaned up as she could, she rolled over and 
got on her hands and knees. Coot stuck the nozzle into her puckered anus and 
squirted a generous measure of the heavy oil in her ass. He put some on his 
hand and rubbed it on his hard cock.

"You ready?" he asked the woman. She nodded, but wasn't at all sure she was 
ready. Coot wasn't as large as Rex, but he was still bigger than any one who 
had fucked her ass.

"I said, are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready," she said loudly.

"What are you ready for? You want my cock in your white ass?"

"Yes, I'm ready for you to put it in my ass," Kelli said loud enough for the 
patrons outside to hear and snicker. "Fuck my ass, damn you!"

Coot used first one finger and then two fingers to open her secret passage. 
When he was satisfied that he had her lubed and loose enough he shoved his 
cock in her which set off another bout of yelling from the impaled woman.

"Oh, no! No, no! You're too big. Take it out, please! Oh God...you're 
killing me!"

"Shut the fuck up," Coot snapped. "You are going to get your ass fucked and 
you might as well relax and take it like the whore you are." His gentleness 
belied his gruff tone. When he had half of his cock in her he stayed 
motionless until she adjusted to his cock. After a few minutes he begun to 
ease his dick in and out, each time going in a little bit more until he soon 
had his full length in her.

Kelli's cries of pain and distress soon turned to whimpering and then to a 
mewing sound. It wasn't long before everyone in the bar could hear her 
yelling encouragement.

"Come on Coot, fuck my white ass! Give it to me, you black fuck! Faster, 
man, faster!" Much of what she yelled was just gibberish, but her meaning 
was clear.

Outside the bartender was doing a land office business, selling drinks to 
the eavesdroppers, but no one spoke above a whisper if at all.

"You popped yet?" Coot asked. "You come yet?"

"Oh god yes," Kelli said. "A bunch."

"I'm going to come in your ass now. You ready?"

"Yes, let it go!" she screamed. "Come in my ass!"

"You ready again, Rex?" Coot asked pulling his shrinking cock from her tight 
ass. He grinned as he watched the sperm dribble out of her butt-hole.

"Yeah, just about," the cop said. "Let's let her shower and knock some of 
the sweat off her before I tap that cunt again. How was her ass?"

"Fine as frog's hair, man. As good as any I ever had," Coot answered. He 
helped the limp woman up from the bed and steered her to the bathroom. "Get 
your ass cleaned up, Cunt and We'll fuck you some more." While Kelli took a 
hurried shower the two men talked.

"Man, that is some fine piece of ass, huh?" Coot said. "I'm going to make a 
lot off her."

"No you're not," Rex said. "At least not right away. I'm claiming her as my 
personal whore. You ain't goin' turn her out for a while."

"What the fuck you talkin' about?" Coot demanded. "I didn't agree to nothin' 
like that."

"I didn't ask you to agree," Rex said mildly. "I'm telling you like it is. 
When I get tired of it you can let any swinging dick you want fuck her. But 
not before I get through with her." He stared hard at the pimp. "You know 
what I mean, Coot?"

"Man that sucks," Coot said. He knew that Rex could and would put him out of 
business if he wanted to. They both knew it. "You goina share her ass with 
me?"

"Sure," Rex said. "I know you're clean. I plan on sharing her with a couple 
of my friends from time to time. Van will want some of that pussy, for 
sure."

"You goin' pay her?" Coot inquired.

"Hell no," Rex said with a laugh. "They ain't in it for the money. I'll pay 
her off with lots of hard black cock. That's all she wants anyway." He 
cocked his head, hearing the water stop running from the shower. "Time for 
the next round of fucking to start."

***

"You looked like you was having a good time," Rex said to Kelli. It was just 
after six o'clock and they were in his official car. "Was you?"

"Yes, I had a great time," Kelli said. "I could have taken a cab. You didn't 
have to give me a ride."

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to make sure you understood what's what. This 
little drive will give us time to talk. You won't be whorein' for Coot. Not 
just yet anyway. You are going to be my whore. I'll make sure you get plenty 
of fuckin', so you don't have to worry about that. Do you understand?"

"Sure, your whore," Kelli said. "I got it. This isn't the way to my house. 
Where are we going?"

"We're going by and pick up my partner. His name is Van Mason. When we get 
there, you get in the back seat. Van is going to get in back with you and 
you can give him some head while I drive, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever you say," Kelli answered, her head back was on the head 
rest. She had never felt so sexually satisfied in her whole life. It had 
been nearly five hours of fucking with only a few breaks. Her pussy was 
still tingling. It had not been her idea to stop playing. "Is your partner 
white or black?"

"Does it make any difference?" Rex asked. "You're my whore so you suck him 
even if he's green."

"Just asking," she said. She tried to understand what was being said on the 
police radio, but soon gave it up. They may as well be speaking Dutch or 
Greek. "He isn't green is he?"

"No," Rex said smiling. "Van is black. Now this is important, Kelli. Don't 
say anything about his dick. He's really sensitive about his little weenie."

"Little? How little?"

"It's only two inches, but you've got to remember not to comment on it," Rex 
said. "There he is waiting on us by the curb." Rex slowed to a stop and 
Kelli opened the door and got out.

"What the hell Rex," Van said looking at the young white woman. "You running 
a taxi service?"

"Yeah, sort of. Get in the back with her, Van." Van was nearly as big as 
Rex, and a few years younger His head was shaved and glistened in the later 
afternoon sun. He look quizzically at Rex, but got in the back seat beside 
Kelli.

"So why did you call me? Where are we going, and why am I sitting back here 
with this pretty little white girl?" Van asked as Rex drove away.

"That's Kelli. She my new whore, and we are on the way to her house to tell 
her husband that."

"Okay, and here I thought I was going to spend a dull night in front of the 
TV. You said new whore. Was there an old whore?" Van asked.

"No, not really," Rex answered looking at Van in the mirror. "I've always 
wanted one and the time was right. Kelli, give Van a blow-job."

"Okay," Kelli said. "You want me to suck your weenie, Van...Oh shit, I'm 
sorry I didn't meant to call it that."

"Hell girl, you can call it anything you want to," Van said raising up to 
undo his belt and unzip his fly. It was a massive cock that sprang out.

"You better pull over, and let someone else drive," Kelli said from the 
back. "You sure don't know how to judge distance. This thing sure isn't two 
inches long. It's bigger than yours."

"I meant two inches across," Rex said laughing.

"You lousy bastard," Van said. "You told her I was only two inches?"

"Sorry about that, buddy," Rex said watching Kelli's head bobbing up and 
down in the mirror. "I wanted it to be a surprise for her. She good ain't 
she?"

"A fine cocksucker," Van agreed. "Now shut up and let me enjoy the head."

Kelli sucked Van's massive cock for nearly fifteen minutes. Rex heard Van 
groan and Kelli's slurping sounds.

"Good timing," Rex said. "We're almost there. Van, just let me do the 
talking and you follow my lead."

"Okay, but I don't think I'll be able to get out of the car. She drained all 
my natural juices. Swallows every drop, too."

"She even better at fucking than she is at giving head," Rex said proudly. 
"Bitch is a gold mine, brother."

"Sittin' on one anyway," Van said with a chuckle. "When will I get to sample 
some of her pussy?"

"Later man," Rex said. "Get your pants back on 'cause we're here."

***

Kelvin Bolton Looked up as the front door opened. He quickly got to his feet 
and went to the door.

"God Kel, I was beginning to get worried. Where have..." he saw the looming 
shape of Rex followed by Van come in behind his wife. "Who's this?" His 
surprise was evident.

"This is Rex and Van," Kelli said.

"Kelvin Bolton," Rex said stepping up to the surprised man. "Like Kelli 
said, I'm Rex. Your wife is my whore now. I'll be fucking her from now on. 
How you doin'?"

Kelvin's mouth dropped open and he stepped back away from the imposing man.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" Kelvin finally managed to 
utter. "Kel, what's going on here?"

"I did as you told me to do," the young wife said. "I went to see Coot, and 
Rex was there. They came to some sort of agreement, I guess."

"Yeah, Kelvin," Rex said. "You sent her out to be a whore, and now she is 
one. Only difference is she won't be turning tricks for Coot." Rex put a 
possessive arm around Kelli. "Me and Coot fucked her all afternoon and she 
gave Van a blow job on the way here. Damned hot woman you got here, Kelvin. 
Let's all go in there and sit a while. We have a lot to talk about." He lead 
them into the living room and took a seat on the couch, pulling Kelli down 
beside him. Van Mason sat on the other side of her. She was almost lost 
between the two big men. Kelvin followed, still looking mystified.

"Here's the deal, Kelvin," Rex said. Looking up at the standing, fidgeting, 
man. "She's your wife and you can still fuck her whenever you want to. No 
problem with that at all. Ol' Kelli here has enough pussy for all of us, 
don't you Kelli?" The young woman giggled and nodded. "Yeah, plenty of good 
pussy," Rex continued. "The thing is, I'll be needing her from time to time, 
if you get my drift. When I call, she'll come. Pardon the pun."

"No, this is not how it's supposed to be," Kelvin found his voice. "She was 
just supposed to work some for Coot Wilson."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Rex said getting up and removing his jacket. 
Kelvin's eyes focused on the big pistol and gold badge on the big man's 
belt. "She's be turning tricks for Coot sooner or later. Me and some of my 
friends want to use her before she hits the street. Ol' Kelli is going to 
get more black cock then she ever dreamed of." Rex sat back down and put his 
arm around Kelli. "Hell, she had more this afternoon than she dreamed of. 
Ain't that right Kelli?"

"You can say that again," Kelli said with a laugh.

"Me and Coot fucked her for over five hours," Rex said with a grin. "Damned 
fine pussy, too. Boy, why are you shaking your head?"

"You can't just come in here and...and... take my wife. That's not what we 
planned."

"Boy, you're a lawyer with a big law firm," Rex said. "I hear you're up to 
make partner by the end of the year. Now, what do you think would happen to 
that partnership if word was to get to the senior partners that you turned 
your little wifey out to be a whore? I'm just guessing, but I think they'd 
run your ass off. What do you think?"

While Rex was talking, his hand reached over and gripped Kelli's right 
breast. Van was stroking her leg causing the short skirt to creep up nearly 
to her waist. Kelli lay her head back against Rex's arm and closed her eyes.

"No, Kelvin," Rex said. He used his other hand to pull Kelli's tube top 
down, exposing both her big breasts. "It's much better this way. You get 
what you want, including that partnership. Kelli gets what she wants, and I 
get what I want. I'd call that a win, win, win deal, wouldn't you." Van 
nudged her legs apart and was working a finger into Kelli's pussy, causing 
her to start squirming. Kelvin stumbled into a chair across from the couch.

"That a boy," Rex said. "You just sit right there and watch us fuck your 
wife for you. Van got some head, but he's ready to sample some of that 
pussy, ain't you Van?"

"Too right," Van said. He stood up and dropped his pants and shorts, 
exposing a semi-hard cock. Van took Kelli's head and pulled her forward. 
"Work my cock up a little more, Kelli," he said, glancing at her husband. 
Kelvin sat mesmerize by the activities happening before his eyes. He watched 
his wife lean forward and take the man's large cock into her mouth. It was 
not the first time he had witnessed Kelli sucking a cock, but this was 
entirely different. This time it was a bigger cock, and black.

Rex watched the small white woman lick and suck Van's stiff cock for a few 
moments. He got up, removed his clothes, and swept the books and magazines 
from the coffee table. Kelvin watched in total fascination as Rex helped 
Kelli up from the couch and stripped the tube top and skirt off of her. His 
eyes never left them when Rex lay his wife down on the table and pulled her 
legs apart. Kelvin's eyes bulged when Van came between his wife's legs and 
played with her widely exposed pussy. He gave a soft, involuntary moan when 
Kelli helped the big black man put the head of his cock in her pussy. He 
moaned again when Van shoved the rest of it into her. Nothing in their 
swinging experience prepared him for this.

"Oh God, that feels good!" Kelli said. "Come on Van, fuck me!"

Almost as if his legs had a mind of their own, Kelvin got up and slowly 
approached them. Kelvin was unaware that Rex watched him carefully in case 
he should interfere. Kelvin had no intention of interfering. He simply 
wanted a better view, a close-up view, of the coupling.

Satisfied that Kelvin wasn't going to do anything to prevent the fucking of 
Kelli, Rex, still holding her legs, got astraddle of the woman and presented 
his cock for her to suck.

With his cock firmly planted in Kelli, Van stripped his coat, tie and shirt 
off, and tossed them on the couch. When the huge cop was naked, he started 
pumping in and out of the woman. Rex smiled when he saw Kelvin's eyes flick 
toward Van's Glock that lay on the floor between the table and the couch. 
Rex knew that for a brief instant, Kelvin had considered grabbing the 
weapon. It would have done Kelvin not one bit of good. Both his and Van's 
pistols were unloaded and the clips were safely in the car. They both had 
been cops too long to make a stupid mistake like that. When Kelvin squatted 
down to watch Van fuck Kelli, Rex relaxed. Kelvin Bolton had passed the 
test.

Kelvin watched his wife with mixed emotions as Van's big cock pumped in and 
out of her. He was ashamed of himself and of Kelli, but overshadowing the 
shame was a mixture of pride and even admiration for his pretty young wife. 
He could see that she was having one climax after another, and he knew that 
his own cock was harder than it had ever been.

After a while Rex and Van swapped places and continued to pleasure the 
woman. When Kelli complained the table top was too hard, they moved upstairs 
to the bedroom and they continued to fuck the woman, showing her no mercy. 
Kelli Bolton needed nor wanted any mercy. For her it was a dream come true. 
Kelvin watched in total enthrallment when Van and Rex doubled penetrated his 
wife. He had never heard his wife so vocal or such nasty talk. She screamed 
out words he had never heard her use before. He marveled that in only one 
day these black men had turned her into a complete slut.

During one short break, Rex sent Kelvin to the kitchen for beer. Kelvin was 
unaware that Van watched him from the top of the stairs as he walked by the 
living room without so much as a glance at the two guns.

"He's cool," Van reported. Rex nodded. He hadn't really expected much 
trouble out of Kelvin, but it was good to know

Kelvin brought the beer back to them. Rex set on the side of the bed and Van 
took a chair. Kelli lay sprawled on the bed her legs spread. She idly made 
drawings with her finger in the come on her stomach. Come was also leaking 
out of her pussy.

"Kel, you look like you've been fucked hard," Kelvin said looking down at 
her.

"I have been," she said smiling up at him. "And often, too. Anybody mind if 
I jump in the shower?" There was no objection from either Rex or Van. Kelvin 
helped her up and into the bathroom. When the bathroom door was shut, Kelvin 
asked her if this was what she wanted.



"Oh, yes," Kelvin," she answered. "You won't believe how great this day has 
been. I love it. They're like machines that just won't quit." She put a hand 
to his cheek. "Are you okay with this?"

"I guess," he said sitting down on the commode. "I have a throbbing hard-on 
watching you and them. I don't think I ever heard you so vocal before." He 
was having to speak louder over the running water.

"You should have heard me this afternoon," she said sticking her head out of 
the shower. "Everybody in the bar could." A few minutes later she stepped 
out of the shower.

"I can't help but wonder what he needs with his own whore," Kelvin said 
handing her a towel. "Did he say anything to you?"

"Nope, just that I would meet a lot of black men," she answered. "You want 
to do me before they start again?"

"No, I'll just watch some more. I'll fuck you after they've gone."

The two men fucked Kelli until nearly ten o'clock that night, leaving her as 
close to total satisfaction as she had ever been. For Kelli Bolton it had 
been a wonderful day.


PART TWO

On Friday morning, Rex called Kelli and informed her that he would pick her 
up at four that afternoon.

"Might want to bring a few things," he told her. "You'll be with me until 
sometime Sunday. We'll go out to eat at least twice, so bring something to 
wear you look sexy in."

Kelli Bolton hesitated only momentarily before agreeing to be ready. She 
wondered how Kelvin would react to the news that she would be out for the 
weekend. Rex had visited their home once by himself since the first night. 
Van came with him one other time and Kelvin seemed to take both visits in 
stride. After each visit Kelvin was on her like a man processed. His sexual 
energy was remarkable.

"Dammit Kel, I don't like that at all. Call him back and tell him you can't 
do it," Kelvin was predictably upset when she called him.

"I can't do that, Kelvin," she said.

"You don't want to do it!" he said practically shouting. "That's it isn't 
it?"

"Yes, that's part of it," Kelli admitted. "But the fact of the matter is we 
can't back out now. You started it, and it too late to change anything now. 
Rex could destroy your career. I'll see you sometime Sunday. You just 
remember that I love you." She hung up before he could respond.

***

"Lookin' good, Kelli," Rex said when she got into his car.

"Thank you kind sir," she said with a smile. "What's on the docket?"

"Just you and me tonight," Rex said. "We'll party tomorrow and tomorrow 
night. Unless there is a bunch of murders committed we should have an 
interrupted week-end."

"Okay," she said. "Why just us? I though you liked group sex."

"I do," Rex answered. "But I want to spend some time alone with you. I want 
to eat your pussy, and it's not something I want to do if it's filled with 
come."

"Good," she said laughing. "I do like to be eaten."

***

"Oh, that feels good," Kelli said. "Don't stop, Rex."

He raised his wet face from her crotch and grinned, "Ain't about to stop. 
Your cunt tastes too good." He went back to licking and sucking on her clit. 
The big cop ate her pussy through three climaxes for her. One orgasm was a 
big one.

"Okay as much as I love that," Kelly said a little later and tugging on his 
head. "It's time for you to stick that love rod in me. I'm ready for some 
fucking, now." Rex slid up over her and she guided his cock to her waiting 
pussy.

"Ahhh, God!" Kelli screamed loudly. "I love the feel of you in me. Fuck me 
big boy! Come on let me have all of it!"

A little while later, Rex lay on his back breathing heavily while Kelli 
played with his semi soft cock.

"It never get completely soft does it?" she asked.

"Oh sure, sometimes. Little Rex is always ready or ready to get ready. It's 
the rest of me that needs to rest a minute."

"Okay, I can wait a few minutes," she said with a giggle. "Tell me about 
tomorrow."

"I plan on waking up early and fuck you," He said. "Then we'll shower 
together and I'll fuck you in the shower. Then we'll eat breakfast."

"You're not going to fuck me while we eat?' she teased. "What about the rest 
of the day?"

"Tomorrow afternoon we are going to a party at Sam's bar," Rex said.

"Goody, I had a party there just a few days ago," she said laughing.

"This is a real party. The Bear is retiring and some of the guys from the 
precinct are throwing him a farewell party. Me and Bear go all the way back 
to the police academy."

"The Bear? Is that his name or disposition?"

Rex laughed. "Both really. His name is Tony Bearclaw. His father was an 
native American. Mother was a African-American. They're both dead and Bear 
was raised by his grandmother on his father's side. Bear is what some would 
describe as a surly person. If he has a sense of humor I sure ain't found 
it. Damn good cop, but scary as hell. I partnered with him a couple of 
years. He stayed with burglary and I went into homicide."

"What does he look like? More black or more Indian?"

"Hard to say," Rex said reaching for her closest breast. "You'll just have 
to make up your own mind. He a big dude. Bigger than Van or I. Got feet like 
sled runners. Has to order his shoes special made. Bear's been married three 
or four times. His last wife didn't last but a couple of months. I ran into 
her one day after the divorce. She said Bear was just too big for her."

"Fat?"

"Oh hell no," Rex said. "He'll go an easy three hundred pounds, but there 
ain't no fat on the man. He somewhere around six and a half feet tall. She 
was referring to his cock. Laura's her name. Laura said sex was just too 
painful, and that Bear didn't ever want to stop."

"Just how big is he?"

"I don't know," Rex answered. "Laura held up her hands about two feet apart, 
but there ain't no man alive carryin' that much dick. Anyway, you'll have a 
chance to find out for yourself. I promised Bear some prime white pussy and 
you're it."

"I don't know, Rex," she said kissing the tip of his now hard cock. "You're 
plenty big enough for me."

"Who's whore are you?"

"Yours."

"Then it's settled. After the party we'll come back here and you'll spread 
your legs for Bear, and take a fuckin' like a good little whore. Your cunt 
is big enough to take whatever he's packin', so don't worry about it. When 
Bear is done with you, the rest of us will hop on and fuck the shit out of 
you. In the meanwhile stop kissing it and start sucking."

***

"Who's the man that keeps looking over here at you?" Kelli whispered to Rex. 
Van, Rex, and Kelli were sitting at a table in the bar. There were at least 
fifty people in the room most black and mostly men. There were a few 
scattered white people around, but not many. "The white man with the equally 
white woman beside him."

"That would be Assistant Chief Cornell Watson and his lovely bride," Van 
answered without glancing at the table. "Her name is Angel, I believe."

"Okay, why is he staring at us?" Kelli asked.

"Assistant Chief Watson is concerned that his two top investigators are 
partying," Van said. "The dumb fuck is wondering who's minding the fucking' 
store. Am I right Rex?"

"Yeah, that would be my guess," Rex answered. "Van and I were working a 
murder case that was a top story for several days. Assistant Chief Watson 
personally gave us our marching orders to neither eat or sleep until the 
perpetrator was incarcerated. My guess is he's working himself up a fair 
sized mad right about now. Ah shit, I might as well get it over with. That 
prick could single handedly suck all the fun out of the party. Come on with 
me, Kelli. You might enjoy this."

"Good evening Assistant Chief Watson," Rex said. "And to you also Mrs. 
Assistant Chief Watson. Nice of you to come say farewell to The Bear."

"Good evening, Sergeant Calvin," the man said. "Who is your date, Sergeant?" 
he asked while giving Kelli an appraising look.

"This is Kelli, sir," Rex said. He hated being nice to Cornell Watson, and 
he knew that Watson hated being nice to him. Over the years they had many 
conflicts.

"Have a seat Sergeant, You too Kelli," Watson said. "I seem to recall I gave 
you a mandate, Sergeant Clive. I told you to make catching the Alley Slasher 
your top priority. Do you think the Slasher is in this bar, attending a 
retirement party?"

"No sir, but looking at these faces, there are probably some other 
malfeasants here." The bar was full of cops. "There's a guy over there that 
looks a little like...no, never mind that's Lieutenant Billings, your aide, 
isn't it?"

"I'm not amused, Sergeant," Watson snapped. While the Assistant Chief didn't 
laugh, Angel Watson did. Long and loud. She stopped when her husband scowled 
at her. "I distinctly remember telling you that you were not to eat or sleep 
until the man was caught."

"Yes, I recall that also. In fact, it was because of your insistence that we 
wasted a couple of days. You insisted that we limit our search to a male, a 
black male if I remember correctly. We arrested the so called 'Alley 
Slasher', this morning, Chief. The District Attorney formally charged her 
this afternoon. Yeah, 'her' is what I said. White female, Chief. About as 
close to a hundred and eighty degrees away from a black male as you can 
get."

While his wife softly giggled, Assistant Chief Watson stared at the 
detective, his mouth slightly opened. "Why wasn't I informed?" the man said 
at last.

"Don't know," Rex said. "Due to the loss of sleep, Van and I booked her, and 
went home to sleep a while. Wanted to be rested for the party, you know."

"Come with me to the little girls room, Kelli," Angel Watson said getting to 
her feel. "Let's let these men talk shop."

Both men watched the women walk away from them. Rex thought that while 
certainly no slouch, Angel couldn't hold a candle to Kelli.

"Nice looking woman," Watson said. "How did you manage to land a date with 
her?"

"Just lucky, sir," Rex said.

"I'm not sure it's in the best interest of the department for our officers 
to be involved in...well, you know what I mean, don't you?"

"No sir, I don't have a clue," Rex answered with a calmness he didn't feel. 
"Suppose you make it clear."

"Interracial relationships are a time bomb, Sergeant," the man said 
haughtily. "I think there may be something in the handbook about it."

"No sir, there is not anything in the handbook," Rex said barely to keep the 
loathing out of his words. "We do have The Constitution to fall back on 
however. Excuse me, sir." He rose and left the man quickly. By the time he 
got to where Van waited at the bar he was steaming.

***

"So, Kelli," Angel Watson said. She was at the mirror, putting lipstick on. 
"What's it like to date a black man?"

"Great," Kelli said washing her hands.

"Is it true what they say about black men?"

"I don't know. What do they say about black men?"

"They say they all have big peckers," the woman said, lowering her voice as 
if not to betray a secret. "Do they?"

"I can't honestly say if that's true or not," Kelli said leaning back 
against the counter and crossing her arms making her boobs threaten to pop 
out of her dress. "I've only fucked three different black men. I would 
estimate that the smallest one would be approximately six inches. Which is 
good because he likes to fuck a girl in her ass. He's kinda the backdoor 
opener. The biggest wasn't much more eight inches, but he's really thick."

"My, aren't you a candid little thing," Angel Watson said with an unsteady 
laugh. "If they aren't all hung like horses, what's the big attraction?"

"My husband says it must be their staying power. They can fuck for hours."

"You're married? And you date blacks. How odd."

"Not all that odd," Kelli said, enjoying making the cool aloof woman squirm. 
"My husband couldn't give me what I needed and these guys do. Just last 
night Rex ate my pussy for over an hour. I could barely get my husband to 
even lick me a few times. Rex fucked me for over two hours straight. I'll 
tell you this Mrs. Watson, I've climaxed more in the past week and a half, 
than I have in the past year. That's my justification. See you around, I 
guess."

"Wait a minute," Angle said. "Talk to me about your experiences. I'm 
fascinated by what you're telling me."

"Here's my cell phone number," Kelli said handing the woman a card. "Call me 
sometime, and we'll chat. I have to run and play with the guest of honor. 
He's going to fuck me later."

Angel stared at the closed door a moment and then used a tissue to blot the 
moisture that had formed on her upper lip. Angel Watson also knew that 
moisture had formed in her pussy.

***

"Where the hell have you been?" Rex asked.

"Having a delightful talk with Angel," Kelli said. She told him about the 
conversation.

"Damn, I sure would like to have heard that," Rex said. "I'll bet she nearly 
shit."

"No, mostly interested, I think," Kelli said. "I told her to call if she 
wanted more information. I think she will sooner or later." She looked 
around the crowded bar. "Which one is The Bear?"

"Not here yet," Rex said. "Let's take a tour around the joint."

"Okay," Kelli said. "Are you showing me off? You want everybody to see your 
white whore?"

"Of course," Rex said putting his arm around her waist. "What's the use of 
having prime white gash, if nobody knows it."

By the time they made it to the front of the bar, they saw Assistant Chief 
Watson and Angel leave. Angel saw Kelli and made a phone motion with her 
hand, and smiled.

"Your boss is leaving pretty early isn't he?" Kelli observed.

"The pompous ass just showed up to prove he is just one of the boys," Rex 
said. "Not that he fooled anybody. Hey Jimbo! Say hello to Kelli."

"Hello Kelli," the black man said with a lecherous grin. "How's tricks?"

"I don't know Jimbo," Kelli said. "Rex won't let me turn tricks. He makes me 
give it away. How's the dog catching business?"

The tall black man roared with laughter. "Fucking sharp as well as 
beautiful. You're a lucky son of a bitch Rex. Is she a good fuck?"

"Hell no, Jimbo," Rex said with a big grin. "She's a fuckin' great fuck."

"I'd like to try some of your pussy," The tall man said to Kelli. "When you 
get tired of fuckin' around with this senior citizen, give me a call."

"We're getting together after this shindig," Rex said softly. "Kelli is 
going to give The Bear his going away gift. Bear don't know it, but he's 
going to share her with the rest of us."

"Cool, I do like a gang bang," Jimbo said, leering at Kelli. "Count me in. 
I'll see you later Kelli."

"Looking forward to it, Jimbo," Kelli said as Rex steered her away. "Rex, he 
makes five or six. Just how many people will be there tonight?"

"That's about it. Wanda will be there of course," he said.

"Who's Wanda?"

"She's the clean-up girl," Rex answered.

"You're bringing a maid to a gang bang?" Rex stopped, looked at her a minute 
then laughed. Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by the door 
slamming open and was filled with a huge man.

"That just has to be The Bear," Kelli said. "Jeeze, he is big, isn't he?"

"That is The Bear," Rex had to yell to be heard above the yelling and 
greetings from the assembled people.

The giant of a man made his way though the crowd, Shaking hands and 
returning the comments. He made it from the door to the bar without a single 
change of expression. Kelli tried to analyze the expression. She ruled out 
anger and disinterest. She finally settled on blank. His face was like a 
blank sheet of paper.

"Can a man get a drink in this rat hole?" the colossal man said, getting to 
the bar between Kelli and Rex. "Jack, rocks, water back," he said to the man 
behind the bar. Kelli watched him as he tossed off the shot. Even that 
didn't cause a change of expression. "How they hangin' Rex," the man said in 
a deep rumbling voice.

"Hangin' low Bear," Rex said. "That's Kelli on the other side of you. I told 
you about her." The big man slowly turned and looked down at Kelli.

"Hi Kelli," he said, his eyes traveling from her face down to her feet and 
back, coming to rest on her breasts. "Damned nice," he said turning back to 
Rex. "Tits real?"

"Oh yeah," Rex said. "Everything about Kelli is real."

"Good, I like real tits. Loretta went and got her tits enhanced. Fuckin' 
things looked like a couple balloons on her chest. Come over here on this 
side of me, Honey," he said to Kelli. "I hate to keep turning back and 
forth. Get right here between me and shit for brains."

"Now why call me that?" Rex said. "Bad form to insult the man who threw this 
shindig for you and lined up some great pussy for you."

"Thanks for the party. I could have lived without it. As for the great 
pussy, the jury is still out ain't it? No, your got shit for brains because 
I offered you a good job, makin' twice what the department is ever going to 
pay you. My job don't have any assholes like Cornell Watson. In fact your 
boss is a prince of a fellow...me. Only a dude with shit for brains would 
have turned me down."

"Like I said, Bear. I appreciate the offer, but not right now. I like what I 
do and I can handle Watson. Working the private sector doesn't have any 
appeal for me. You'll do good because of your winning smile and wonderful 
attitude." Rex laughed and put his arms around Kelli from behind. "Kelli, 
there was a rumor a few years back that Bear smiled. Turned out to be false. 
Just another urban legend." He moved one hand and put it down into the top 
of Kelli's dress and flipped her breast out. "If these tits and her cunt 
don't make you smile, nothing ever will. Here take a feel."

The Bear's huge hand covered her exposed breast, his fingers unerringly 
finding her erect nipple. "Yeah, nice all right," he said, his face still 
blank. Bear lifted her other breast out of the dress top and fondled it 
also. Kelli squirmed as Bear played with her nipples, and she wondered if 
the man ever smiled. "Let's blow this popsicle stand." Bear grunted. "I'd 
like to see what this little girl does with my cock. I guess you've arranged 
an audience?"

"Sure," Rex said. "Leave your tits out, Kelli," he told her. "Let's let all 
these swingin' dicks see what we're goin' be to play with." Kelli, her boobs 
displayed for all to see, followed him out the door. The mixed emotions were 
playing havoc within her. Shame, humiliation, excitement, and anticipation 
all jumbled together.

***

"Hello is this Kelli?" the voice inquired over the phone. "I'm Angel Watson 
we spoke the other night at the retirement party."

"Of course, I remember," Kelli said.

"You told me to call if I had any questions or wanted to talk. Is this a 
good time?"

"Sure, I was just about to fix myself a bite of lunch."

"I have a better idea," Angel said. "Why don't we meet for lunch. We can eat 
and talk."

Twenty minutes later they two women met at a café. Angel Watson looked 
nervous and flushed.

"So how did you get started...ah, dating black men?" Angel asked after the 
waitress had taken their order and left.

"Kelvin, my husband, insisted on it," Kelli answered. "He realized that I 
was sexually frustrated most of the time." Kelli told Angel about their 
swinging experiences and her clandestine meetings with Carlos. "Nothing was 
working very well," she said. "Kelvin told me that I should go to work as a 
prostitute, and maybe that would give me enough sex. He convinced me to try 
it, but before I could get started Rex took control of me. I'm his personal 
whore now."

"Personal whore. How does that work?"

"Rex calls me, and I go," Kelli said with a grin. "He's keeping me 
semi-private. Just him and some of his friends. They all are into group sex 
and that's just fine with me. They get pussy and I get lots of hard cock."

"And your husband is okay with this?"

"Oh sure. The pressure is off of him to keep me happy. In fact he's been 
better at sex than he ever was. He wasn't too happy about the gangbang, but 
he got over it."

"Gangbang? You had a gangbang? Tell me about it."

"Why?" Kelli asked bluntly. "Not that I mind telling you about it. Are you 
just curious, or is there more to it than that?"

"I am curious and there is more to it." Angel said. "When I was in high 
school I dated a black boy once. He was a nice kid, and I liked him a lot. 
My father found out and hit the ceiling. Leon and I didn't have sex, but we 
fooled around some. I didn't have another opportunity to date a black guy 
again. I married Cornell the fall after I graduated. I guess if the truth be 
known, I regret I didn't let Leon have sex with me. It was our first date 
and nice girls didn't do it on the first date. I didn't know it was going to 
be our last date or I would have...you know. I didn't know it at the time, 
but I married a bigot, so we have no black friends." Angel sighed, "I guess 
I just put all my fantasies somewhere in the far reaches of my mind. The 
other night when I saw you with that detective, it all came back to me. I 
watched you flirting with the black men and I envied you. For a few moments 
I even hated you." She laughed, "I guess I'm trying to have interracial sex 
vicariously. Your candidness surprised me, but I enjoyed listening to you. 
Please tell me about your experiences. Did you get together with the guest 
of honor?"

"I sure did," Kelli said. "They call him The Bear. He's a huge man and I can 
tell you they named him right. You wouldn't believe the size of his cock. 
The expression, 'hung like a bear' fit's him to a tee. His thing is over ten 
inches long and as big around as a beer can. I nearly shit when I saw it. 
I'm serious, Angel. The size of that thing nearly scared the hell out of me. 
Let me back up and start at the beginning."

"We left Sam's Bar. By we I mean The Bear, Rex, Van, A guy called Jimbo, 
Coot, a guy they called Mouse, and a woman named Wanda. Wanda was the 
clean-up girl."

"A maid?" Angel asked.

Laughing Kelli said, "That's what I thought, too. I'll tell you about her in 
a minute. Anyway we went to Rex's house. I had no more than got inside when 
Rex stripped me, and passed me around to the other men to play with. I was 
as hot as I have ever been. They all kissed me, sucked my breasts, and 
played with my pussy. When I'm excited I don't have a good head for time, 
but I think it was about fifteen minutes when Rex handed me to Bear. By that 
time every one of them were naked. Bear took me in his arms and hugged me 
tight. I felt something hard poking me just below by boobs. When I saw what 
it was I nearly fainted. There was this huge black pole sticking out of his 
crotch. I tried to tell them that there was no way I could take that thing, 
but they weren't pay any attention to what I was saying."

"The Bear lifted me up and put me on the dining room table. Rex grabbed one 
leg and Van got the other and they spread me open for Bear and his monster. 
Fortunately the foreplay with the other men had me soaking wet, but I 
thought I was being split in two for a minute. I have never been so full. 
For a couple of minutes I couldn't even get my breath. It hurt like hell for 
a few seconds, but boy, that didn't last long. As big and as gruff as Bear 
is, he was really gentle with me. He took it slow until I managed to get 
adjusted to his size, but wow, he really fucked me after that. I know I came 
a dozen times. Most of them the mind shattering kind, You know what I mean 
don't you?"

"Yes...no, not really," Angel said sadly. Their lunch sitting on the table, 
but neither had even touch it. "I don't think I ever had one I would call 
mind shattering."

"That's a shame," Kelli said. "Bear was fucking the hell out of me and the 
other men were all standing around yelling nasty things, like, 'fuck that 
whore, Bear'. 'Pound that cunt, man.' Make her pussy fart louder". Thing 
like that."

"Pussy fart? What on earth is that?"

"When you got something as big as the Bear in you, air gets trapped inside. 
It makes a farting sound sometimes. Now here's where it get really weird. 
Bear fucked me on that table for nearly half an hour. When he came, he 
filled me up, and it came gushing out when he took his cock out of me. 
That's when I found out what a clean-up girl did. Rex and Van got my legs 
again and pulled them back. Wanda, that's her name, used her mouth to clean 
up Bear's come. Talk about mind blowing. That girl sucked all the come out 
of me and I came again while she did. Twice, as a matter of fact. That was 
the first time a woman ever did that to me. Have you ever been with a 
woman?" Angel shook her head. "It's something else," Kelli said. "When Wanda 
got through with me, the others all took a turn. I was fucked one at a time, 
two at a time and three at a time. It was wild, I'll tell you. Wanda did her 
thing when my pussy got too messy. Bear came back two more times and when he 
got through the last time he leaned down so that nobody could see him except 
me, and he actually smiled. He whispered that he thought I was a great fuck 
and he would see me again. I sure hope so. Well, there you have it. The 
story of my first gangbang. What do you think?"

"I don't know what to think," Angel admitted. "God, how I envy you, Kelli!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Kelli said laughing. "I would have to envy 
anybody that wasn't me these days. Sometimes I have to slap myself to knock 
the smile off my face. Did my story get you aroused? Going to fuck your 
hubby tonight until his eyes cross?"

"Hell, I'll be lucky to even get a kiss," Angel said sharply. "I think 
Cornell's dick died and he doesn't know about it yet. Not that it ever 
worked all that good. No, Kelli, I suspect it will be just me and my dildo 
tonight."

Kelli didn't respond for a few moments. After a while she said, "You don't 
have to live vicariously, you know. There are actual real flesh and blood 
cocks out there. Cocks that will give you that mind-blowing orgasm. Cocks 
that will cause you to toss your dildo in the trash can. You can stop 
envying me, Angel. Anytime you want it bad enough."

"How would that work?" Angel Watson asked softly.

"Shoot, any of my guys would be happy to give you a go. You're young, you're 
pretty and have a nice figure. Cock won't be hard to come by."

"I don't know..." Angel said barely above a whisper.

"You will never be satisfied until you try black," Kelli said. "It's been 
eating at you since high school, and you know it. Maybe one time is all you 
need to get it out of your system. Maybe not, but you'll never know until 
you do it. Why don't you let me set it up with Van and Rex?"

"Two men? No, I don't think I'd be ready for that."

"I was thinking one for you and one for me," Kelli said with a smile. "I 
don't mind sharing, but I don't intend on giving you everything. You think 
about it and let me know."

Kelli ate her lunch, but Angel just picked with hers. They left the café and 
went their separate way. Kelli knew that it wouldn't be long before Angel 
Watson contacted her, but she was a little surprised at the short time it 
actually took. Less than an hour.

"Hello," Kelli said into the phone. She had only been home a few minutes.

"When?" Angel's voice said breathlessly. "When can we do it?"

"You tell me and I'll see if I can make it work."

"Today? Can we do it today? If I don't move on it now, I'll never get the 
nerve again."

"I'll call you right back," Kelli said

"Guess who wants to try black?" she said when Rex came on the line.

"I give up, who?"

"Angel Watson," Kelli said. "I met with her for lunch today. She's got the 
itch, and she wants to scratch it today. What do you think?"

There was a moment of silence on the line before Rex said. "I think I can 
scratch it for her. Get her to Sam's Bar at three o'clock this afternoon."

"Why Sam's? It would be closer...ah, I think I see now. You wouldn't be 
thinking about the video and camera equipment would you?"

"It crossed my mind that it would come in handy if her asshole husband got 
on my case. Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck her up, just fuck her. Three 
o'clock."

"Okay, but I indicated that there might be someone for me," she said.

"Again, don't worry, Sweet Tits. There'll be something for you, too."

***

"Why here," Angel asked as they approached Sam's Bar. "Isn't this rather 
public?"

"No, not so much," Kelli said she had hold of Angel's hand. Entering the dim 
bar, Kelli waved to Coot who was at the bar.

Rex and Van sat at a table for four near the back of the room. Kelli felt 
Angel hesitate as they got near the two men. Kelli urged her onward. It 
became clear that Rex could turn on the charm. He quickly had Angel relaxed 
and laughing at his quips. The two drinks hadn't hurt either. The 
conversation progressed from the weather to sex. Van told a funny ribald 
joke and Rex tried to top it.

"I have one," Kelli said.

"Let's hear it," Van said.

"Okay," she said. "A guy comes home at three o'clock in the morning. He has 
obviously had more than his share of booze. His wife meets him at the front 
door. 'Where in the hell have you been?' "I was just out having a good 
time!' the man said. 'Well, how much money did you spend?' 'Ninety dollars,' 
the guy answered. 'WHAT!? Ninety Dollars! You asshole, do you know how long 
ninety dollars would last me?' 'Hmmmm well....ya don't drink...ya don't 
smoke...ya got yer own pussy ... probably forever!'"

"Now that was funny," Van said. They all were laughing. "I know I would save 
a lot if I didn't have those things to spend my money on."

"Now Van." Kelli said. "You don't smoke and you sure aren't paying me for 
pussy."

"That's true, but we've only known you for a couple of weeks," he answered.

Rex had moved his chair close to Angel and was stroking her bare thigh. He 
took Angels hand and put it beneath the table. Van and Kelli saw her 
startled expression. Rex had put her hand on his cock.

"Does that feel like something you might like to experience?" Rex asked her. 
Angel, her face glowing red, nodded her head. "If you all will excuse us," 
he said getting to his feet, his pants bulging. "I'm going to show this 
young lady the back room." He winked at Kelli and Van and nodded to Coot who 
disappeared into another room. It took only a few minutes until Kelli and 
Van heard the woman moan with pleasure.

"Well, that didn't take long, did it?" Van said dryly.

"Be quite, I want to hear." Kelli said shushing him. "He must be taking it 
easy on her 'cause she isn't making much noise."

"Hell, Kelli, not every woman is a squealer like you." Van said. They both 
laughed because he had no more than said it when they heard a long loud wail 
from Angel. "Then again I could be wrong."

They waited for another fifteen minutes. Van and Kelli glanced at each 
other, looked at the closed door and both jumped to their feet at the same 
time. They entered to see Rex hammering Angel from behind. She was on her 
hands and knees, making a steady humming sound, her eyes closed, and 
smiling.

"Hey, where you guys been?" Rex asked without slowing his thrusting. "This 
is pretty good pussy Van."

"Good, maybe I'll get some when you get through. In the meanwhile I got to 
have some relief. Move over and make room for us." A moment later Kelli was 
on her back beside the kneeling Angel and Van had mounted her.

"Oh God, that feels good!" Kelli said when Van had bottomed out in her 
snatch. Until Kelli spoke, Angel had been unaware that she and Rex were not 
alone in the room. Kelli opened her eyes to see Angel looking down at her. 
"Hi, having a good time?" she asked Angel.

"Oh yes," Angel moaned. "I can't believe how full I am. Oh My God! I'm 
coming again!"

Without giving it any thought, Kelli reached over and grasped one of Angels 
swinging breasts. Angels breast, while not as big as Kelli's were certainly 
large enough and when Kelli clamped down on her nipple, Angel went into a 
long and loud series of orgasms. Angels climax triggered one in Kelli.

"Loud fuckers, ain't they," Van said to Rex.

"Yeah they sure are," Rex agreed. "Want to swap?"

The men swapped the two women back and forth for nearly a half hour, 
changing the position also. During one exchange Kelli was on her knees 
taking Van from behind when she felt lips on her nipple. She looked down to 
see Angel, who had twisted around so that her head was under Kelli's chest. 
Pleased, but surprised Kelli closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

A short while later, while Van and Rex took a break, the two women lay side 
by side on the bead.

"Thank you, Angel," Kelli managed to say. Her breathing had not returned to 
normal. "For sucking my breast. It was wonderful. I was going to return the 
favor, but I never got a chance. But I still want to."

"You know something? I'm twenty nine years old," Angel gasped. Her breathing 
was also ragged. "I have never even touched another woman that way. I've 
never even considered it, but it felt like the thing to do. And I've never 
had sex like this before either. I didn't know I could come so many times." 
Angel was aware that Kelli had put her hand on her stomach. She put her hand 
on Kelli's and pushed it downward toward her steaming pussy. "Was that 
clean-up girl the only woman you've made love with?"

"Like I told you, Wanda was the first and I didn't do anything to her. All I 
had to do was lay there and let her lick me."

"Would you have done it to her?" Angle asked. Kelli's hand had reached her 
pussy and was playing with her swollen clit.

"You mean like this?" Kelli said rolling over and pushing Angels legs apart. 
Her head descended and her lips took Angle's clitoris in. It only took a few 
seconds before Angle bucked and came. With her teeth holding on to the clit, 
Kelli used two fingers and brought Angel to another shattering orgasm.

"Send me in Coach," Van said as he and Rex watched Kelli eat the woman's 
pussy. "I'm hard and I'm ready now."

"Me to," Rex said. "Hell of a show, ain't it?"

While Rex and Van doubled up on Angel, Kelli watched and wonder if her face 
made the same expressions of lust, passion and pleasure that Angel's did 
when they doubled penetrated her. Kelli also felt a momentary feeling of 
jealousy. She wasn't at all sure she liked the concept of sharing the two 
men. Common sense told her that she was going to have to. Angel Watson was a 
black cock convert. That much was obvious.

Kelli smiled remembering how Angel tried to keep Rex from fucking her ass 
the first time. She yelled, cursed and pleaded, but Rex entered her puckered 
ass and fucked her. Coot's bottle of mineral oil came in handy for Angel.

"All my whores have to take it in the ass, Angel," Rex said, his cock firmly 
in the woman's ass. "You are my whore, aren't you?" He was twiddled her clit 
with one hand and tugged at a nipple with the other. Angle was thrashing her 
head around in the throes of a climax. "I said, you are my whore aren't 
you?"

"Oh God, Yes!" Angel said loudly. "I'm whatever you want me to me. Oh God! 
Shit, shit, Shit! I'm coming!"

A short while later when the guys first doubled fucked Angel, she fainted 
for a few seconds. 'Yeah, a black cock convert, for sure', Kelli thought. 
'Like a duck to water.'

After they two men had spent in Angel's cunt and ass, they all four lay on 
the bed and rested. There came a soft knocking at the door and Coot stuck 
his head in.

"Man, that's a Kodak moment for sure. Two white whores and two brothers all 
piled up together," Coot said laughing.

"Hey Coot," Kelli said. "Rex and Van have been neglecting me. They pumped 
all their come into the new girl. You have anything for me?"

"How about some hard black cock?" Coot said. "Could you use some of that?"

"I could," Kelli said. "Could you use some white pussy?"

Van, Rex, and Angel watched as Kelli, holding on to the foot of the bed, got 
pile-drived by Coot. Coot slammed into Kelli almost as if he hated her. The 
two men watching knew he had been watching the video monitor in another room 
and was just horny.

During the next fuck session, Kelli didn't feel so left out. There was 
always at least one black cock for her, except for the brief time all three 
men took Angel to make her air tight.

***

"I don't think I've ever felt so...so..." Angel searched for the word.

"Fucked?" Kelli finished. They were on their way to Angels car.

"That's it. Fucked. My God, I'm still tingling all over, but especially my 
pussy," She laughed. "I think I may have agreed to be their whore."

"You did," Kelli said. "Welcome to my world, Angel."

"Are they always so...what's the word I want? Potent...Energetic...Randy?"

"Yes, yes, and yes they are. That's the reason I keep going back. I have 
never left them unfulfilled."

"What was the older man's name? Hoot?"

"Coot, he's the pimp I told you about. The one Kevin tried to fix me up 
with. So you think you'll want some more of that sort of sex, huh?"

"I think I surely do. I'm worn out, but I'm as happy as a clam. I sure hope 
Cornell doesn't come home with his semi-monthly hard-on tonight. I don't 
think I have anything left for him."

Kelli had opened her mouth a couple of times to tell Angel about the video 
that was made. She really liked Angel and didn't want to bust her bubble of 
happiness. Besides, she reasoned, it wasn't any of her business.

A little while later Kelli dropped Angle off at the place where she had left 
her car.

***

"Not bad pussy was it?" Van asked.

"No, it was very good pussy," Rex said. They were sitting in their car the 
video and still photos of Angel getting fucked three black men lay on the 
seat between them.

"Seems nice, too," Van offered.

"Yeah, nice, Van. Shut the fuck up and let me think, will you?"

"Sure, I know it takes all your power to think." After a long pause Van 
said, "you thinkin' how it will fuck Angel up, if you take Assistant Chief 
Watson down? I mean if you show him them pictures and video."

"Yeah," Rex said with a heavy sigh. "I'm not sure I want his ass down that 
bad, but if that son of a bitch is half smart, he'll get off our ass for a 
while. I ain't sure how long I can be a nice guy."

PART THREE

It was nearly two weeks later that Kelli next heard from Angel. She wanted 
Kelli to meet her for lunch, which Kelli agreed to do.

"So, Angel," Kelli said after they had ordered. "What have you been up to 
lately?"

"I'm sure you have a pretty good idea," the other woman answered with a 
laugh. "It took me two days to get over my first meeting with the black 
guys. After that I've managed to stay busy. Rex and Van have made it their 
business to see that I don't go very long without black cock." She laughed 
again. "I think I've become addicted to fucking black men."

"Yeah, They told me they were keeping you busy," Kelli said. "You think you 
may like black cock, huh?"

"I truly think I do, but there's a problem. It's why I called you." Kelli 
raised her eyebrows and waited. "Rex wants me to do a gang bang and I don't 
want to. I mean I do, but I'm not sure about it."

"Just say no," Kelli suggested.

"Rex is pretty hard to say no to," Angel replied. "I think you know that, 
don't you?"

"I wouldn't know. I've never said no to him. What's your problem, Angel?"

"Okay, for the past several days, Rex had been having.kinda rough sex with 
me, I guess you would call it. He said he was getting me ready for the big 
bang. That's what he calls it. He said it was like the big bang theory, 
except it wasn't a theory, but a fact."

"You don't like it rough, is that it?"

"No, not exactly. I do like it a little rough, I guess. I didn't know that 
about myself, but he brought it out of me. I'm worried about getting hurt 
too bad. I can explain a few bruises to Cornell, but there's a limit. Rex 
has mentioned getting my nipples pierced. There's no way I can keep that 
from Cornell."

"Do what I did. I told Kevin I wanted to get my nips pierced. He wasn't too 
sure, but after Rex took me to get them done, Kelvin liked it."

"Yeah, Rex told me about that and I mentioned it to Cornell. He flatly said 
no and he didn't want any argument about it."

"What's he going to do about it? Will he divorce you over a couple nipple 
rings? I can tell you this," Kelli said with a smile. "You'll like the 
experience. Rex has an old guy that does his tattoo and piercing work. Old 
fart must be seventy or more, but he's got a nice big cock and he'll have 
that cock in you when he pierces your nips. When he's through with your 
nips, he'll fuck the shit out of you. I'm going next week to have my clit 
pierced and I can't hardly wait." She reached across the table and took 
Angles hand. "This isn't about that, is it? What's really going on with 
you?"

"I'm worried that I have really become addicted," Angel said seriously. "I 
think about sex with black men all day, every day. I scared because I don't 
know where it's going."

"I can understand that," Kelli said. "I only have one suggestion. Go with it 
and see where it goes."

Angel didn't answer for a few moments. "I guess I don't have any 
alternative. There's no way I'm going to give up the sex with my black 
lovers." She shook her head, "Did I tell you that that old pimp, Coot, came 
with Rex yesterday? He's a kinky old bastard."

"I know he a horny old bastard, but I didn't know he was kinky. Tell me 
about it."

"He and Rex fucked me a couple of times and then Coot took out some nipple 
clamps. That wasn't so bad, 'cause I like my nipples played with rough. Have 
you ever had suction cups on your clitoris?" Kelli shook her head. "It was a 
long clear plastic tube with a hose on the closed end. They put the tube 
over my clit and attached it to my vacuum sweeper. It sucked my clit out and 
into the tube. They kept the suction on for a while and then clamped the 
hose. My clit started to tingle after a few seconds and then it started to 
throb. Coot put two more cups on my nipples. The suction caused the blood to 
gather in my clit and nips and they became super sensitive. After they took 
the cups off all either one had to do was just lick my nipples and I came. A 
few minutes later they doubled fucked me and my engorged clit was between 
Coot and I, and I couldn't stop climaxing even If I wanted to. When Coot bit 
my nipple I came so hard I fainted for a few moments. That old fart said he 
had a machine he was going to use on me. He called it a fucking machine. I 
don't know whether to be scared or excited about it."

"Sounds like fun to me," Kelli said. "I don't need anything to excite me. 
Even without the gadgets I'm only about thirty seconds from an orgasm. Ain't 
life wonderful?"

"It is wonderful," Angel said laughing. "Damned wonderful."