Ken James Fiction


San Francisco Swinging (from Love Bi-Angle)

"Is this seat taken?" The speaker was an Amazon—a muscular black woman almost as tall as Andy, with long flowing hair and rich chocolate skin, wearing a white blouse with a plunging neckline and a tight short burgundy skirt. She was holding a pale pink drink in a frosted martini glass.

"Uh . . . No." Andy stood up so fast he almost spilled his beer. "Please."

"Thank you." She bent forward as she sat down, giving Andy a spectacular view down her dress. "I'm Carol."

"Andy." He sank into his chair and took a sip of beer while trying to think. She didn't seem like a hooker, but it was early evening and there were empty tables in the hotel bar. "Nice to meet you."

It sounded stiff, but Carol didn't seem to notice. "Have you been in San Francisco before?" she asked.

"A few times, but I haven't seen much except board rooms on this trip."

"Are you an executive?"

"An architect."

"Oh, that's good." She smiled. "Have you built anything . . . big?"

"Not yet." Andy wondered if he was blushing. "We're building an office complex in Lakeway."

"Lakeway? That's near Austin." Her voice had the faintest trace of a Texas accent.

"You from Texas? Not many people have heard of Lakeway."

"Dallas. What are you doing here? It's a long way from Austin."

"We're remodeling the Pacific Sunrise Trading Company headquarters. I'm reviewing the plans with the board." Andy was starting to relax. Carol was easy to talk to. "How about you?"

"I'm a senior auditor for Price-Waterhouse. I live in Berkeley, but I stay in a hotel when we have a big job downtown. Saves me a couple hours of commuting every day." She put her hand on Andy's knee. "But I want to talk about you."

"About me?" He tried to ignore his giant boner.

"Are you married?" He shook his head. "Girlfriend?" She smiled when he shook his head again. "A boyfriend, maybe?"

"Nope. Not that either."

"Good. I like men." She tightened her grip on Andy's knee. "Do you like me?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Want to go upstairs?"

Andy wondered if he was dreaming. This seemed more like a porn movie than real life. Since arriving in San Francisco, he'd exchanged a few neutral texts with Gretchen. He'd called Pete on Sunday night and apologized for running away.

Pete had been so understanding that Andy felt like an asshole. "Don't worry," he'd said. "We're friends. That won't change, even if we don't have sex."

Carol was still looking at him. "Well?"

"Sure. Let's go." He started to get up.

Carol hadn't moved. "Just one thing. Do you swing?"

"Swing?" Andy sat back down.

"You, me, and my husband." She pointed to a nearby table. A handsome black man was sitting there. His expensive suit didn't hide his bulging muscles. He smiled and nodded to Andy.

"Well, I dunno . . ." Andy's hard cock was painfully trapped in his briefs.

She misunderstood his silence. "You don't have to touch each other. Just me."

"It's just . . . I've never done anything like that."

"I want you either way." She slid her hand up his thigh. "But it'd make me so hot if Fred could join in."

Andy looked at the big black bodybuilder, imagining what he looked like without the suit. "Sure. Why not?"

"Good." She stood up and took Andy's hand. "Let's go." They left the bar. Fred followed them.

* * * *

They were alone in the elevator. Carol tongue-kissed Andy, plastering her body against his, then turned to Fred and kissed him, just as hard and dirty. "Wow," she whispered. "Two studs." She put her hands on the men's crotch bulges. "All for me."

The elevator stopped. Carol said, "This is our floor." She led Andy and Fred out of the elevator and down the hall. Her muscular buttocks, undulating under the tight dress, were hypnotic.

When Carol stopped in front of a door, Andy tore his eyes away from her shapely ass and looked at Fred. The big man was grinning. At Andy. He winked and Andy looked away.

Carol saw them and smiled. "You boys are going to have a lot of fun." She slipped the key card into the reader. "So am I." She pushed the door open and they went into the room. It was three times the size of Andy's room, with a bar, a sitting area, and a bed big enough for four.

As the door closed, Carol took Andy in her arms and kissed him passionately, flattening her breasts against his chest and grinding her crotch into the bulge in his pants. "You kiss good," she whispered.

"So do you." He slipped his hands down to her buttocks and kneaded them while they kissed. She really knew how to use her tongue. He hadn't been with many women, but she was special—totally attuned to her body, and her desires.

Carol pulled away and kicked her high heels off. "Guess you like chocolate."

"I sure like you."

She flashed a wicked smile. "This your first time with a Sister, isn't it?"

"Uh . . . yeah." He wasn't going to admit how few women he'd slept with.

"You know that old saying?" Carol unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, showing the half-bra supporting her heavy breasts. Its white leaf pattern over translucent fabric revealed tantalizing glimpses of her dark brown areolas. "Once you go black, you'll never go back." She took the blouse off and dropped it on an easy chair. "It's true. After you've been with me, vanilla pussy will never be the same."

Andy tried to keep his eyes on Carol's face. "I'll risk it."

"That's the spirit." She unfastened the half-bra and dropped it on top of her blouse. Her big nipples were already hard. "Don't be afraid to look at my tits." She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "I want you to look at my tits." Her eyes drifted down to his crotch. "I think you like what you see."

"You know it."

"Yeah. I do." Carol took off her skirt. Her panties had the same leaf over translucent fabric design as her bra and was just as concealing . . . and revealing. "I know how much you want me."

She unbuttoned his sports shirt. He took it off and let it fall to the floor. Then, Carol unfastened his belt buckle and undid his fly. "I want you just as badly." His stiff cock sprang up when she pushed his slacks and briefs down around his ankles.

"Nice pole you got there." Carol wrapped her hand around Andy's hard-on and rubbed her thumb and index finger over its head. "I'm going to suck it." She sank to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock-head and shaft. She had a trick of lashing his cum-slit with her tongue while pressing her thumb into the sensitive little spot just under his corneal ring that drove him wild. He wanted to grab her head and fuck her face violently, but he held back.

"Yummy!" Carol smiled up at Andy. "I love chocolate, but vanilla's really sweet, too." She kissed his precum-leaking tip. "And I have both." She looked to the side. "Come here, Shaft. You're up."

"I've sure got some chocolate for you, Baby." Fred was stark naked. Andy hadn't noticed him undressing. His ebony pole, rising from a dense bed of tightly-curled pubic hair, was far longer and thicker than Andy's.

Andy stared at Fred's massive rod, fascinated and terrified as he imagined that monster cock invading his little virgin asshole.

Fred saw where he was looking and grinned. "I've got some chocolate for you, too."

"Uh . . . Well . . ."

Fred laughed and slapped Andy's ass. "Let me know when you're ready." He turned to Carol. "Here's a big thick Fudgsicle, Baby. Come get it, before it melts."

Andy watched in fascination as Carol licked up and down Fred's stiff pole and sucked his balls, then took his cock-head and shaft in her mouth. She squeezed his balls and bobbed on his rod until he was breathing hard and rolling his hips. "Getting close, Shaft?"

"Yeah, Baby. Real close."

"I want your cream. But not yet." She turned to Andy. "I'm ready for some vanilla, now." She kneaded his balls while stroking his shaft and licking and sucking his cock-head. He was about to come when she switched back to Fred.

Carol alternated between Andy and Fred, getting one man close to a climax, then switching to the other. Finally, she took both men's cock-heads in her mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking them while stroking their rigid staffs.

Fred and Andy stared at each other while their swollen knobs rubbed against each other in Carol's hot wet mouth. The air between the two men cracked with lust.

Carol released their cocks. "You guys play with each other. I want to watch."

"Okay, Babe." Fred caught Andy in a bear hug and kissed him with frightening intensity. Andy kissed him back fiercely, thrusting and parrying the big black man's aggressive tongue.

Fred let Andy go and stepped back, then gripped his stiff shaft just below his cock-head and aimed his rod at Andy. After staring at Fred's outstretched pole for a few seconds, Andy gripped his own pole and pressed his cock-head against Fred's. The contact was electric.

Andy and Fred stood face-to-face, almost touching, and rubbed the super-sensitive tips of their cocks against each other. Andy had never felt anything like it. Not with a woman, or even Pete. His balls tightened as he rubbed his precum-leaking tip in a tiny circle around Fred's cum-slit.

Carol took her panties off, leaned back in one of the easy chairs, and spread her legs. "God!" she whispered. "You guys are so hot." She slowly moved her middle and index fingers in and out of her pussy while she watched the men.

Fred leered at Carol. "You're pretty damn hot yourself, Baby." He turned back to Andy and kissed him. "I like vanilla, but most white guys don't turn me on near as much as you do."

Andy kept rubbing his cock against Fred's. "I'm not gay. Fact is, I've only been with one other man. But I sure want you."

Fred grinned. "Want me how?"

"Any way. Whatever you want to do."

"All right."

"Hey boys." They turned to look at Carol. She'd stopped masturbating and was holding her pussy open with two fingers. Its lips, framed by her closely-trimmed curly black pubic hair, were darker than the skin surrounding it, and its interior was a shocking bright pink, glistening with moisture. "Don't forget me."

"Don't worry, Babe," Fred said. "I could never forget you."

Carol smiled. "You get distracted sometimes."

"I always come back."

"I know." Carol crooked a finger at Andy. "But it's my turn right now."

"That's okay. I'll be getting my share, soon enough." Fred pushed Andy to his knees between Carol's spread thighs. "Now, give the lady what she wants."

Andy kissed Carol—starting with her hot hungry mouth, then her face, throat, breasts, belly, and on down between her legs, nibbling her pussy lips, and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. He pulled her open and plunged his tongue into her depths, making her buck and moan.

"Oh God, Baby!" Carol gasped. "You do that good." She put fingers on either side of her pussy and pulled its lips open wider, exposing her clit. She screamed and thrashed, coming violently as he licked and sucked her little bud while sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy.

Carol finally pushed him away. "That's enough, Stud." She laughed. "For now. I'm a greedy little girl—"

"You look pretty big to me." Andy looked up from Carol's gaping pussy and swollen clit, shiny with her juices and his saliva, lingered briefly on her big brown breasts, with her puffy nipples and broad dark chocolate areolas, and finally settled on her face. Her smile was angelic. "And really sexy too."

"Okay, I'm a greedy big girl." She laughed again. "And I'm going to get a lot more from my Vanilla Stud."

"I've sure got more." Andy's pole was rock-hard and his balls were painfully tight. "What now?"

Carol bent forward to look at his erection and smiled. "I want your big vanilla cock in my tight chocolate pussy—"

"I can handle that."

"Sexy Baby." She ran her fingers over his crewcut. "You're going to handle it really good." She bent further forward and kissed him. "But not yet. It's Fred's turn."

"You mean 'Shaft?'"

"Yeah. I like giving my special men pet names. But just my really special men . . ."

"So I'm special?"

"Cute, smart, sexy, and sweet? Sure."

Andy turned around to look at Fred, grinning like he'd won a big prize. "What now . . . Shaft?"

Fred frowned slightly. "'Shaft' is her pet name for me. Just call me 'Fred.'" Andy nodded and Fred smiled. "Now it's my turn."

"All right," Andy said. "It's going to be fun watching you and Carol."

"No," Fred answered. "It's my turn . . . with you."


"Did you really mean it?" Fred asked. "About wanting me?"

"Uh . . ." Lust fought with fear. Lust won. "Yeah. Whatever you want to do."

Fred looked from Andy's stiff dick to his face and smiled. "Man. You're as eager as a horny virgin."

"Once you've had a taste, you want more."

"More chocolate?"

"More cock," Andy answered. "What are we going to do?"

Fred stood up. "Get on the bed."

Andy rose to his feet and almost tripped over the briefs and slacks around his ankles. He stripped them off quickly. Fred took Andy's hand and led him to the bed. "Get on your hands and knees, with your butt sticking out."

"Okay." Andy was scared, but his cock was harder than ever.

Fred knelt at the foot of the bed. "You have a really sexy asshole." He surprised Andy by showering his butt cheeks with kisses, starting far away and gradually approaching his anus.

"Wow," Andy whispered. "That's great."

"Glad you like it." Fred licked up and down Andy's crack, then stroked his asshole with his flattened tongue. "I'm just getting started with your sweet ass." He pulled Andy's butt cheeks open and rolled the edges of his tongue up into a shape like a cannoli.

Andy's cock jerked as Fred's pointed tongue probed his asshole, gradually going deeper. "Oh God!" he moaned, grinding his butt into Fred's face.

Andy hadn't touched his dick, but he was close to coming when Fred pulled his tongue out of Andy's asshole. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Oh yeah." Carol was standing beside Fred, fingering her pussy with one hand and fondling her breasts with the other. "Stick your big hard cock up our Vanilla Stud's sexy ass."

Fred whispered something to Carol. She laughed. Fred stood up and took a little plastic squeeze bottle out of the nightstand, then stepped behind Andy. A moment later, something pressed into his asshole, stretching it open.

It was just a finger, slick with lube. Andy took it easily, relaxing his anal muscles and letting it slide smoothly up his ass. He'd gotten this far with Pete. It'd hurt a little, at first, but then started feeling good. Really good. The problem came when Pete had tried to fuck him. And Fred's cock was a lot bigger than Pete's . . .

"You like that." Fred worked his finger in and out of Andy's ass, twisting his wrist to distribute the lubricant evenly and occasionally pulling out to add more lube, getting faster and rougher as he went along.

Andy moaned and pushed back to take more of Fred's finger. Fred laughed and kissed Carol. "He's getting into it, Babe."

"He sure is." Carol's voice was husky. Andy turned his head to see her. She had three fingers in her pussy and was rubbing her clit with her thumb. "Think he's ready for your big hard cock?"

"Oh yeah." Andy wanted that giant pole desperately. "Fuck me."

"All right." Fred pulled his finger out of Andy's ass. "I've been fantasizing about your butt since we saw you in the bar." His cock-head pressed into Andy's asshole, gradually stretching it open.

"Damn!" Andy gasped. "You've got a fuckin' big dick."

Fred stopped moving. "You okay? I don't want to hurt you."

"Yeah. Just take it easy. I've never had a cock . . . uh . . . this big . . . up my ass." Andy pushed back against Fred's stiff pole, stretching his asshole a little wider. It hurt, but also felt good.

Fred held still. "Have you ever been fucked?"

"Well, no." Andy edged forward, then pressed back, taking a little more of Fred's broad head. "But I want your cock."

"Take your time," Fred said. "I'm not going anywhere."

Andy took a deep breath and tensed his muscles, then thrust backwards, spiking his asshole on Fred's oversized rod. "Ow!" He jerked away from the pain.

Fred bent forward and wrapped his arms around Andy's chest, then kissed the back of his neck. It's all right. We can stop if you want."

"No," Andy said. "I want you to fuck me." Fred's cock-head was still pressing into his asshole. He pushed back again, taking a little more of Fred's cock before the pain got too intense. "Damn!"

"It's okay." Fred kissed the back of Andy's neck again, then stood up. "Let's try something different."

Fred lay on his back. Andy put more lube in his ass and on Fred's stiff pole, then straddled Fred's hips, facing him. He bent forward and kissed Fred.

"You ready?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, I guess. But I'm kinda scared—"

"You'll be fine. Just take it easy. We've got all night."

"This is great," Carol said. "I've never seen a virgin guy lose his cherry." She was sitting in a straight chair beside the bed with her legs spread, fingering her pussy.

"Look at this, Andy." Carol stood up and bent over, facing away from the men, then pulled her butt cheeks open, displaying her cute little puckered hole. "Shaft's big cock fits in here. A big guy like you can take his pole just fine."

She sat back down. "Just relax and you'll be all right." She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples briefly, then slid her hands down to her thighs.

Andy watched Carol rub her inner thighs, making long slow circles that gradually moved closer to her pussy. She was breathtakingly erotic, but so was Gretchen in her own country girl way. Why was he thinking about Gretchen, anyway?

"You ready?" Fred asked.

Andy thought about Pete for a split second before looking down at Fred. "Yeah." He gripped Fred's rod as he lowered his butt, pressing the big body-builder's cock-head into his asshole, gradually stretching it open.

Fred held still, letting Andy do everything. "Is this better?"

"Yeah." Andy pushed down on Fred's flaring cock head, stretching his asshole wider than before. "So far, so— Ow!" He pulled back a little. The pain subsided after a few seconds and he pushed back down, going deeper before it hurt again.

"It's all right," Fred said. "You're brave. Lots of guys are afraid of my big pole."

"It scares me." Andy pushed down steadily, ignoring the pain. It wasn't as bad as before and his own cock was as stiff as a steel rod. "But I still want you to fuck me."

"That's brave." Fred ran his hands over Andy's muscular arms and chest. "Being scared and doing it anyway."

Andy gasped and lifted his butt off Fred's cock when the pain grew suddenly worse. He took a deep breath and let it out, trying to relax, then lowered his ass again, taking a little more of Fred's cock-head. "Damn!" he whispered.

"You're doing good," Fred said. "It helps if you jack off."

"Okay." Andy stroked his hard dick, running his curled fingers up and down his rigid shaft and pinching his cock-head while rocking up and down, gradually stretching his asshole wider. He had to take it easy. Too much pressure on his straining cock and he'd shoot instantly.

Finally, Fred's broad cock-head was completely inside Andy's tightly-stretched anal ring. He stroked his cock lightly while slowly lifting his butt and then pushing it down, taking more of Fred's oversized rod each time.

Fred's stiff, tightly-curled pubic hair scratched Andy's buttocks. His heart was pounding and he felt breathless. That giant pole was all the way up his ass, stretching and filling him wider and deeper than he'd thought possible. It still hurt, but only a little. "Oh man!" he gasped. "That's so fucking good."

"Feels good to me, too," Fred said. "You riding my dick."

"I'm just getting saddled up." Andy raised his butt cautiously, then lowered it again, just as slowly and carefully, moving Fred's cock in his over-stretched asshole. After a few slow strokes, his anal muscles had adapted to the oversized invader, letting him go faster. "Ride 'em cowboy," he muttered.

Carol laughed. "Giddyup!" She was still sitting in the straight chair beside the bed, leaning forward to see them better and working two fingers in her pussy while rubbing her clit. "Come on, Stud. Take a long hard ride on Shaft's big hard cock."

"We're gonna take a real ride now." Fred rolled his hips, driving his stiff pole in and out of Andy's rocking butt.

"Oh yeah." Andy went faster. After learning to relax his ass muscles, it felt good to tighten them around Fred's plunging pole. He held his cock loosely, to keep it from bouncing around too much, but didn't dare beat off. He was close to coming, anyway.

"God!" Carol gasped. "You guys are so hot!" Her fingers were busy between her thighs while she stared at the men on the bed. "I'm gonna—" She screamed, coming hard.

That was too much. Andy tightened his grip on his throbbing pole and jacked it roughly, shooting long streamers of cum onto Fred's chest and face after a few strokes.

"Wow!" Andy held still with his ass still spiked on Fred's hard cock. "That was great." It'd been the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. "I never knew what I was missing."

"Well, you're not missing it anymore."

"True." Andy bent forward to kiss Fred and the big man's dick shifted in his ass. "Oh!"

"Did that hurt?"

"Kinda. I'm just super-sensitive after coming."

"That's normal."

"Yeah. I know." Andy moaned softly as he lifted his ass off Fred's massive pole. "I'll be ready for another round soon." He stood up and took a couple of shaky steps. His cock was still rock-hard, even though he'd just come.

"I'm ready for another round right now." Fred rose to his feet and patted Andy's butt, then looked at Carol. "Any takers?"

"Poor Shaft. You haven't come." Carol grinned and moved from the chair to the bed. "I'll help you out." She rolled onto her back and folded her knees against her chest, lifting her ass. "Come on. I'm ready for your big black cock."

"Oh yeah, Baby." Fred lubricated his index finger and slid it up Carol's asshole. It went in easily. "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your sexy butt."

She moaned and humped his finger as he worked it in and out of her ass. "Come on, Shaft. I'm ready now."

"Okay." Fred pulled his finger out of Carol's butt.

Andy was standing a few feet away from the bed, slowly stroking his hard rod. Fred grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. "See that, Vanilla? My Baby's hot black booty?" Andy nodded. "Bet you'd like to put your cock in there." Andy nodded again. Fred laughed. "Well, it's mine now. Least for a while." He smeared lube on his stiff pole, then pressed his cock-head between Carol's buttocks. "Ready, Baby?"

"Oh yeah. Give me that big hard . . . shaft." Carol gasped as Fred slid his cock into her asshole, stopping with his balls pressed against her buttocks.

"Like that?" Fred drew back, pulling completely out of Carol's ass and then pushing back in slowly, teasing her tight little anal ring before sliding home.

"Just like that." She rocked her hips, humping Fred's hard cock. "It feels so good."

"For me, too." Fred fucked her butt with long slow strokes. "You're the best."

Andy jacked his painfully hard tool while watching Fred and Carol. Soon, the sight of the big black bodybuilder's long sliding cock and muscular rolling buttocks grew irresistible. He picked up the lube and stepped behind Fred.

He froze when Andy's lubricated finger pressed into his asshole. "Yeah, Vanilla. Fuck my ass while I pound Carol's sweet booty." Andy pulled his finger out of Fred's butt and replaced it with his cock. He gripped his shaft and pressed his cock-head into Fred's anal ring. It was super-tight, making him work to get inside.

"Is it in yet?" Fred laughed and relaxed his ass muscles, letting Andy slide home. "Just messin' with you, man. You got a big-ass cock and it feels great." He clamped his anal muscles around Andy's stiff pole. His asshole was even hotter and tighter than Pete's.

"Your butt feels great, too." Andy pulled out slowly, admiring the sight of his thick white shaft emerging from the little puckered hole between Fred's rich coffee-colored buttocks. He stopped with his cock-head just inside Fred's anal ring, then pushed back inside.

"That's good," Fred said. "Now, fuck me good and hard. I'm ready for you."

Andy started out slow, pulling almost out and then slamming home. Fred rolled his hips in time with Andy's thrusts, working his cock in and out of Carol's asshole as the fuck train gradually gained speed.

"Oh fuck!" Fred gasped. "I haven't been in the middle like this for . . . too damn long!" He pounded Carol's ass while Andy rammed him.

Carol moaned and fingered her clit while Fred's crotch slammed into her buttocks with a loud slapping sound. "That's right, Shaft! Fuck me. Fuck my ass . . . hard. Oh God I'm—" She screamed, coming hard.

"Yeah, Baby!" Fred gasped. "Come for me!" His anal muscles clamped Andy's plunging pole. "Oh Jesus! I'm gonna—"

"Oh yeah, Baby!" Carol cried. "Give me your hot cum. All of it. Up my ass."

"You like that load, Baby?" Carol screamed as Fred slammed her ass, over and over. That set Andy off and he pumped his own hot load into Fred's ass.

* * * *

In the shower, they spent more time playing with each others' bodies than they did getting clean. Carol bent over and sucked Fred's cock while Andy fucked her pussy. Then, the men traded places. She came, several times, but they didn't. Finally, they dried off and left the bathroom.

Andy picked up his shirt and started to put it on. "You don't have to go," Carol said.

"We'd like you to stay," Fred added. "There's nothing like waking up between a pair of horny partners."

"And Shaft wakes up damn horny," Carol said. "So do I. Especially with a stud like you in the bed next to me."

"Oh man." Andy looked from the beautiful black couple to the clock on the nightstand. It was well past midnight. "I want to. Real bad. But I've got to get up at dawn to meet a construction foreman at a job site in San Mateo."

"Oh come on . . . Stud." Carol kissed Andy and then wrapped her hand around his cock. It hardened instantly. "You'll get some sleep."

"It's tempting." Andy pulled away reluctantly. "But I better not. Maybe tomorrow night."

"I can't," Carol said. "I'm flying to New Orleans this afternoon. And Fred's going back to Berkeley. It'll have to be next time." She flashed a wicked grin. "There will be a next time, won't there?"

"Oh yeah," Andy said. "I'm gonna be here a lot."

"Good." Carol took a business card out of her purse and handed it to Andy. He gave her one of his own. "If you know any swingers, women or men, bring 'em."

"Uh, all right." Andy got dressed and prepared to leave.

Fred stopped him at the door and kissed him. "You know, I'm a venture capitalist and I can work from anywhere. I don't have to go home tomorrow."

This is Chapter Five from Love Bi-Angle,

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