The Carol Project

"Right," Darrel replied.

"I think you know there is a donation expected for the evening," she said addressing Darrel. Who quickly took care of the business. "Also, this is a members only, very private party so I'd like you to read this and sign at the bottom," their friendly hostess said as she handed a clipboard and a pen to Carol.

Carol didn't really read what she was supposed to, she just signed next to one of the Xs and passed the pen and clipboard to Darrel. She noticed that her hands were tremorous so she clasped them together tightly as she also realized that it was becoming more difficult for her to breathe. Darrel did the same thing she had done when she handed him the clipboard with the document -- he signed it without reading -- unless he was the world's fastest reader.

"Good, now that's out of the way let me tell you about tonight. Girl," she said as she turned toward Carol and gave her a smile that could light up a room, "I can guess that you must be about to pop right out of your skin. I remember I sure was at my first party."

"You're not wrong about that," Carol said nervously while returning Alisha's smile.

A white man walked in carrying a frosty flute of champagne in each hand and offered them to Carol and Darrel. "I'm Stan," he said, "welcome. Hope you have a great time tonight." Then he turned and left them with Alisha.

"Okay, so tonight the next couple of hours will be like every party you've ever attended. Well, maybe a little better than the other parties you have attended. We're real careful about who gets in here. There's not a dud in the house if you know what I mean. Everyone's as cool as cool can be and very interesting. Not everyone's arrived yet, within half an hour we'll have more than twenty couples here. The bar's open so I suggest you mingle like you would at any cocktail party. Then, we'll have dinner. The tables are all set with eight people at a table. I've already arranged the seating so just look for your names. Any questions so far?"

Both Darrel and Carol nodded their heads no. Carol lifted the crystal glass to her lips and took another sip of the cool, delicious, golden bubbly liquid that tickled her nose.

"After dinner the women will go into one bedroom and get down to undies, a towel or nothing at all, that's up to them. Same for the guys in another room. You okay with that?" Alisha asked looking only at Carol.

Carol remembered that she had thought about leaving after dinner and had told both Darrel and her husband what she had been thinking. Now, though, didn't seem to be the time to say anything about leaving after dinner so she just said, "I understand."

"Good, that's good," said their hostess warmly. "Okay, you'll find this place is much bigger than you might think but, somehow, people pair up. There's a small dance floor but frankly, here there's not much vertical dancing," she said laughing at her own wit. "The dinner tables in the main room disappear quickly and quietly and are replaced with mattresses and pillows. Also, there are three bedrooms for those who want a little privacy and nooks and crannies all over the place. The party ends when it ends. Sometimes that's four in the morning and sometimes its well into the next day."

Again, Alisha turned to Carol and said, "tonight is our regular party for interracial couples only."

"Darrel and my husband, Brad, explained that."

"I'm glad they did. Also, on other nights we sometimes host special, very special parties so if you're interested in that just let me know. We can arrange anything. And I do mean anything."

Carol was at a complete loss. She didn't have any idea what Alisha was talking about. Shit, thought Darrel, this chick, with her big mouth, is going to blow everything. He knew Alisha was subtlety -- maybe on second thought not so subtlety -- referring to what he, William and Brad had been working on, the thirty hung, black man gangbang for Carol, the project.

"Let's go into the other room and meet some of the people," said Alisha as she stood up and led them into a room that was much larger than one would expect in an apartment in Columbus, Ohio. There were comfortable chairs and sofas against the walls and in the middle of the room three round tables, arranged with seating for eight. They would soon learn that there were two more identical tables set up in an adjacent room. In one corner of the room was a fully stocked bar with a small crowd of people, two deep, standing in front of it. Even though Alisha had warned them that not everyone had arrived, the room already seemed very crowded to Carol.

When they walked in, a large black man with a bald head saw them and made a bee line straight for them. "Darrel, my man, welcome." Then he turned to Carol, put a hand on each of her bare shoulders, looked down at her and said, "you've gotta be sweet Carol." Then, he planted a big wet kiss on her lips. When he broke the kiss he said, "I'm William."

"Hi William, nice to meet you. I've got to catch my breath, Thanks for making all of the arrangements for us," she said being what she thought was appropriately polite.

"No problem beautiful, no problem at all. Guys, I gotta get back to my chick but I'll meet up with you at dinner. We're seated next to each other at that table there," he said pointing to the nearest table next by which was standing William's chick, a tall brassy blonde with huge, obviously artificial breasts who must have been about half William's age and size.

For the next hour they mingled and met most everyone and the few who arrived after they did. Alisha was right. There was a great variety. People from every walk of life. Professionals and those who worked with their hands for a living, all were equal at the party. Carol thought that there were more black women with white men than white women with black men which, for some reason, surprised her. Suddenly, it was time to eat. William sat on her right and Darrel on her left.

The food was great. Carol thought that the dinner must have been catered. Midway during the dinner, William leaned closer to her and said, "so Carol, tell me what you think of this?"

"Everyone's been nice. The food is great. So far it's been fine."

"The best part is yet to come, trust me."

"That's what I'm told."

"So let me ask you Carol, are you shaved?"

She could feel the blood rush to her face but wasn't really surprised by such a question considering where she was. "That's for me to know . . ." she answered coyly.

"Ha, ha, right and for me to find out. Are you going to let me fuck you?"

"I beg your pardon," said the housewife who quickly put her fork down on her dinner plate and turned toward William with a surprised look of disapproval on her beautiful face.

"You heard me, are you going to fuck me?" He asked slowly carefully enunciating every word.

"William, I know what kind of a party this is but I've never been asked that question before in my life. Well, maybe my husband has asked it . . . anyway, you took me by surprise. I haven't been thinking of that."

"Well let me tell you," he whispered, "there isn't anything in the world that I would rather do right now than fuck you. I'm sure I speak for every man and even some of the women when I say that." Then, he pressed the side of his long leg against hers and placed his big left hand on her warm bare thigh.

"Play nice William. Slow down, slow down, okay? Let's just finish our dinner and see what happens." Carol thought it was almost like fending off a drunk at one of her husband's Christmas' parties. She knew, however, that William wasn't drunk and she also knew that she wasn't at a Christmas party of a Fortune 100 corporation, so his question wasn't really inappropriate. Furthermore, she didn't know how to answer because she honestly didn't know what to say. Before the night was over would she fuck William or Darrel or both men or the several other men who had let her know, although more subtlety than William just had, that they too sure wanted to spend time with her after dinner?

While William was hitting on her, Alisha, who was seated on Darrel's left was quietly and seriously talking with him. "Look Darrel, if this is what you and her husband want, then we can make it happen. However, I need to be sure that it is also what she wants. I've never seen a more beautiful woman. Before she leaves, I hope not until the end of the party, she has to tell me to make the arrangements. Looks like William is working on her. Does she even know about your project?"

"She sure knows that her husband wants her to fuck other guys. She also knows that he imagines that this hot chick in a fuck film, pulling a train of nearly thirty guys, is her. She doesn't know that we have been working on a plan, including tonight, to loosen her up. We're taking it slow Alisha, but making progress so please don't fuck things up for us by saying too much."

"I won't but I will talk with her later at the right time."

Carol knew exactly what was expected after dinner. A part of her wanted to flee, to tell Darrel to drive the red sports car home as fast as possible. Another part of her thought that so far this party hadn't been much different than every other party she had attended. Oh, the thing with William was different, but, it wasn't any big deal. Now it was time to go with the other women into a room and leave her dress, or to walk out the door and head south. She loved watching the videos and wanted to see what it would be like to watch real people in her presence making love. It was that part of her that won out. She was very nervous as she joined several women and walked down a hall. They were giggling and the air was charged with nervous excitement. Her fingers trembled as she reached behind and unzipped the black dress which she carefully hung on a hanger and placed in the closet where all the other dresses, skirts and blouses would be stored for the next few hours.

Darrel was happily surprised that Carol hadn't said another word about leaving after dinner. He was wearing just his boxer shorts and self conscious about the extra twenty-five pounds he was carrying around his middle. Most of the women had returned to the big room. Like Alisha had promised, all of the tables had been carted away and replaced by three king-size mattresses. Dozens of big fluffy pillows had been placed on the floor around the room. The lights had been dimmed and romantic mood music, that wasn't overpowering, could be heard in the background. Finally, he saw her. She couldn't have been more lovely or, obviously, more nervously innocent. Even in the dim light she might as well have been nude. No, he realized that she was even sexier than if she was nude. The nearly transparent teddy provided a contrast to her glowing flesh which it barely covered at her most intimate places. Her breasts were swollen, but, her eraser-size nipples, though not large, seemed to be as stiff as spikes. He had wondered if she would be completely shaven down there and now he knew she wasn't. Her high heels made her long legs look even longer if that was possible.

He walked over to her and asked, "are you okay?"

"No I'm not okay, I've never been so embarrassed in my life. This is so not me, but, I'm here."

He handed her the drink that he had been holding for her. "Let's find a seat and see what happens."

He took her hand and led her to a love seat in the corner that had a view of all three mattresses. Just in the last few minutes they saw that several couples had paired up and none, except for them, with the person they came with or who was seated by them at dinner. In no time, or so it seemed to Carol, the lingerie for most of the women was off, the boxers and briefs for most of the men discarded and the kissing and fondling began. Within minutes women were going down on their partners. Getting every phallus in the room as hard as possible as quickly as possible seemed to be the order of the day,. Carol thought this was the hottest thing she had ever seen. It was hotter than their video even though no one was fucking yet. There was so much going on all around her it was hard to take it all in. This wasn't just watching one screen. Furthermore the difference between live and video was indescribable. Darrel put his arm over her shoulders and instinctively she leaned into him as she would if he had been Brad. He rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead. He looked down at her and she looked up at him and then they moved their heads slowly, painfully slowly together until their lips touched. Darrel couldn't believe it, he was kissing Carol, the most perfect woman in the world, a woman he had lusted after since the day they first met five years earlier at the company's annual picnic. It was Carol who parted her lips and touched his big, thick lips with the tip of her hot pink tongue. It was Carol's tongue that first explored every part of her companion's mouth that it could reach. She swabbed his teeth, under his tongue, on top of his tongue, his inner cheeks. She felt his hand on her breast, was not surprised and pushed herself into it. Darrel was encouraged and slowly slipped each tiny black strap off of each bare shoulder and then rolled the top of the teddy down until her breasts were bared. Not even the thin cloth was between his hands and her boobs. However, she was surprised when she felt a hand on her thigh and knew that it couldn't be one of Darrel's because they were busy with her nipples. She wanted to see who else was touching her but she didn't, she kept kissing Darrel.

She couldn't have been more surprised when she had to stop kissing and start breathing more fully again, to discover that the hand belonged to Alisha who was sitting next to her with a big smile on her face. Alisha's big pillowy breasts were tipped with the thickest and longest nipples Carol could imagine. "Having fun, honey?" Alisha asked.

"You could say that," Carol replied.

"Good that makes me happy."

By then the fucking had started. It seemed to Carol that all around them white women and black women were being fucked by white men and black men. The women were moaning and begging, some of the men were grunting as they pistoned into their partners.

"Want to see something special?" Alisha asked. She didn't even wait for an answer but stood up held out both of her hands and took one of Darrel's and one of Carol's hands into hers. "Come with me," she said excitedly.

She led them down the hall to a bedroom with the door open. It was crowded inside but when the people saw that it was Alisha with the newcomers they made way and let her lead them next to a king-size bed. The room was so dark that it was hard to see, but, finally her eyes adjusted and Carol could clearly see a very pretty black woman on her back on the bed with three or four guys working on her. One was in her mouth, another her pussy and the third in her tight ass. "She's air tight," Alisha offered. It looked to Carol as if the woman was stroking the cock of another man who stood near her head. The black woman was exactly like the woman in their video, cumming constantly, non-stop real climaxes. For just an instant, Carol envied her and then thought she must be crazy. What am I even doing here she asked herself. This is sooo wrong, she told herself. No matter how one might try to defend it, she kept telling herself, it's just inappropriate. Nevertheless, she just stood there. Darrel stood behind her with his strong arms wrapped around her waist. One arm inched up to her breast and played with it. The other reached down and to the center of her being. The fingers on that hand were driving her crazy. Her pussy was separated from his digits only by the wispy black material. He placed his thick lips at her small ear and whispered, "unsnap it for me baby."

At first she didn't think she understood him correctly, then she knew exactly what he wanted her to do. He didn't want even the flimsy material to be between them. He pressed against her back and she could feel the impressive bulge that was trying to wedge itself between the cheeks of her ass. Although she told herself she shouldn't, she found herself pressing back against him. With her left hand she reached between her legs, found the edge of the material and pulled up releasing the three snaps that kept the pieces of the teddy's gusset between her legs together. Because they were pulled so tightly when pressed together, when they were released both the front and rear pieces of the teddy snapped up to her waist leaving her pussy and ass naked. Almost immediately, the long black forefinger was touching the little patch of perfectly trimmed and perfumed pubic hair and then it went down and cleaved the slit at the top of her pussy. He felt that she was very wet and it excited him to think that perhaps he had made her hot. When his finger came in contact with the throbbing, tiny nubbin that was nestled there and that had long ago left its hood, Carol couldn't help it, she came. She placed the back of her right hand over her mouth to stifle a scream, but, she still let out an ohhh, ohhh mmmmm, ahhhhhh ohhh. If it hadn't been before, the attention of nearly everyone in the bedroom was now focused on the newcomer, even more than the extreme action on the bed. Darrel had dropped his drawers and now nothing was between the gorgeous orbs and the black skin of his uncut cock that had a slick sheen on it from his precum mixed with her leakage.

Carol was as hot, or hotter, than she had ever been and desperately wanted to get fucked and she would have right then and there standing up, if Alisha hadn't interrupted by asking, "So what do you think about Brandy with the guys?"

Carol was shaken from her feelings and realized that her hostess was asking about the women on the bed who put the video gal to shame and was with only three or four guys.

"Looks like . . . looks like, she's having fun," said Carol trying to catch her breath and talk at the same time.

"Oh you can count on that, she loves it. Is that something you would like to do?"

For some reason Carol wasn't surprised by the question. She pushed back against Darrel's raging hard on to let him know that she hadn't forgotten him and said, "I don't know. I've only been with my husband."

"Well what do you think about what Darrel, your husband and William are planning for you?"

Darrel couldn't believe his own ears. Had this cunt actually said what he thought she had said? There goes three months of hard work down the drain he thought and, worse yet, maybe a great friendship. Then as he felt Carol clench the cheeks of her ass as she tensed up, he was certain that it was all over and that he would have a very chilly ride home no matter how hot the air inside the car.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Carol answered with an edge to her voice.

"Oh, sorry. Maybe I'm spoiling a big surprise. Me and my big mouth."

Darrel felt Carol relax a bit. He thought just maybe Alisha had said the right thing.

Carol knew that Darrel and Brad had been talking about her at work, especially since they saw their video the first time. "Sorry, too, Alisha but I'm not aware of any plans for me other than to come here tonight. If you know something I don't know, I'd like you to tell me about it," she whispered in Alisha's ear so as not to disturb what was happening in the middle of the bed.

"Come with me," Alisha said.

Darrel bent over, pulled up his boxers and had a hard time stuffing his shrinking cock back inside them. Then he followed the naked Alisha and the near naked Carol down the hall to the room they had first entered when they arrived. He knew that he couldn't leave them alone. If damage control was needed he wanted to be there. He was sure that when Brad learned of this, he would hit the ceiling.