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By Adam and Evie Zasse

The authors would like to extend our thanks to volunteer editor ‘Larry in Seattle’ for helping to proof read this story and for his insights and suggestions.

Part 1

To say that the first time was awkward would be an understatement. It was embarrassing sure, but erotic at the same time. We both knew it was wrong. Terribly wrong. But it happened.

I came home from work a little earlier than usual that day tired and dirty. I went straight to the bathroom next to my room and took a hot, refreshing shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked across the hall to my room. When I opened the door and stepped inside I froze, startled to see my mom lying across my bed. She was looking at some of my magazines. The ones I had hidden. She was only wearing a bra. Her panties were on the floor and her hand was frantically rubbing her pussy.

Now you must understand that my mom and I are alone. Dad took off several years ago. She is in her late forties and a little on the chubby side, certainly still pretty, but in a motherly kind of way. I just turned twenty.

I was shocked, first that I was seeing my mom naked, or almost naked. And second that she had found my magazine collection. I guess most guys have a stash of girly mags, but mine were more explicit, the kind that show people screwing and sucking. And not all of them showed just men and women. Some of them were about gay guys.

I’m afraid that as I stood there, mouth open, unable to speak, my towel slipped down. As my mom looked up, our eyes met, and we both just stared. Almost like in a trance, I moved closer to the bed. I don’t know what I was thinking. I bent down to pick up mom’s panties and held them out for her without saying a word. I don’t remember everything in those first few minutes, but I do remember that mom never stopped rubbing herself. I remember thinking how smooth and silky the panties felt as I rubbed them on my very erect and hard cock. And I remember seeing mom smile.

After that, things got a little fuzzy. I have tried and tried to remember exactly what happened, but I can’t. What is clear, imprinted forever in my brain, is my cock buried as far as it would go in my mom’s shaved, wet, hot pussy. Now, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had a girl or two, but there is absolutely no comparison between those girls and mom. The feeling was unbelievable. I didn’t want to stop stroking. It felt so good. With the girls, when the big moment came, even with a condom, I always pulled out. With mom, I wanted my load deep in her pussy. I strained to get as far in as I could. I remember moaning loudly as wave after wave of hot cum erupted from my cock.

Sometime later, lying on my bed, I remember feeling one of mom’s hands on my cock. “You’re all sticky.” mom said. “Let me clean you up.”

I felt the bed shift as mom moved. And she started cleaning, with her tongue. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. As my cock started to come back to life, mom took the head into her mouth and started to suck. I would never have guessed it, but my mom is a really great cocksucker. She was able to take most of my eight plus inches into her mouth and down her throat. She massaged my balls and even got a finger in my ass, which was a first for me. It didn’t take long before I was ready to cum again.

I remember saying “Mom, I’m gonna, I’m gonna.” And I did.

Mom didn’t stop sucking. When I blew my load, she sucked it all down, swallowing every drop. When she finally let my limp cock slip out of her mouth, she just stood poker oyna up and walked towards the bedroom door.

“Mom,” I said, intending to apologize or say something.

“Not now.” Mom said, “We’ll talk later.” “But thank you.” She added and left, closing the door behind her.

We did talk later. We did more than talk. But that was later…

Part 2

That night I didn’t sleep very well. I loved my mom sure. But what we did was immoral and I was pretty sure, illegal. I tossed and turned all night worrying about what would happen in the morning. Ya, she started it, but I should have known better and walked away right? When I came down the next morning, mom was making breakfast. I heard her humming softly.

“Good morning sweetie.” Mom said as she put a platter of eggs and bacon on the table.

“Ah, morning mom.” I answered.

“How are you this morning?” Mom continued just like any other day.

“Mom, about yesterday,” I started, but she held up her hand to stop me.

“You really were very good you know.” “Better I think than your father.” Mom said.

“Er, thanks, I guess.” “Look mom, I sort of got caught up in the moment.” “I promise it won’t ever happen again.” I offered, looking down at my plate.

“I really hope you are wrong sweetie.” Mom said.

“What?” ” I’m confused.” “I’m trying to apologize.” “Please say you’ll forgive me for what I did.” I almost cried.

Mom got up and walked over to my side of the table. She lifted my head and gently kissed me on my forehead. It made me feel a little better. Maybe things will be all right after all. Then mom lifted my head again. This time she kissed me full on my mouth. I felt her tongue probing my lips. I opened my mouth a little and that damn tongue slipped inside. The next few minutes were kind of a blur, but the next thing I knew mom was sitting on my lap and we were kissing, hot and heavy.

I’m afraid I got lost in what was happening. My mind was going in several directions at once. I do remember mom taking my hand and putting it on her boob. She squeezed my hand once or twice and I got the message. For the first time in my life I massaged my mothers breast. Mom pulled away from the kiss and sat back a little. She unbuttoned her shirt. Her bra was the kind that opened in front and she unclipped it. When she leaned forward again, she found my mouth open and ready. My hand found it’s own was back to her boob. It felt good in my hand, soft, warm, and just big enough to play with. Her nipple was hard and stiff. I twisted and pulled it. It must have felt good because I heard mom moan softly.

“A minute ago you made me a promise.” Mom said. “Still want to keep it?”

“Are you sure about this Mom?” “Do you really want to do this?” I asked.

“I’m sure honey.” “I’ve thought about this a lot.” She said. “But what do you want?”

“Mom, I want to, ah.” “Oh hell Mom, you know what I want.” I answered back.

“Then tell me.” ” I want to hear you say it.” “I want to hear those words coming from your lips and I want to know that you mean it.” She said.

“Mom.” I said taking a deep breath. “I want, more than anything, to fuck you again.” “I want to fuck the living shit out of you.” “I want to fill your hot pussy with my cum.”

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” I asked.

Part 3

Mom got up, took me by the hand, and led me, quite willingly, up to her bedroom. She had a bigger bed than mine. She pulled the drapes open and got undressed while I watched. She went to the window and stretched seductively. canlı poker oyna I would have though she would want the drapes closed for privacy. There were several nearby homes where anybody might look into her window. Mom came over to me and helped me get out of my clothes. Naked together, alone, mother and son. The only thing between us was my very hard cock. Before I knew what she was doing, mom pulled me closer to her big picture window and knelt down in front of me. If anyone was watching, they got quite a show as mom licked the under side of my cock and flicked her tongue back and forth over the head. I know I was leaking pre cum and I looked down to see mom taking the clear drops onto her tongue and swallowing them. When she took the head into her mouth, I thought I would pass out. I felt her tongue probing my pee hole. Then, I watched as mom slowly took my entire shaft down her throat like she did the first time. Then she did something that I had never experienced before. She started to hum, deep in her throat. It felt like she touched a vibrator to my cock. The feeling was unbelievable. Then, all too quickly she stopped. Mom let my cock slip out of her mouth and got up. She moved to her bed and stretched out on her back, legs spread in invitation. My cock was rock hard.

An invitation I gladly accepted. As I crawled onto the bed, I thought about licking mom’s pussy, but we both knew what both of us really wanted. I positioned myself on top of my mother, and bent down to kiss her. My cock seemed to find it’s own way to her waiting hole. As she lifted her hips, my cock slipped into her pussy easily. I remember how hot it felt. I heard her gasp as I rammed my cock in as far as it would go. No gentle love making now. I wanted to fuck her hard, and I knew she wanted it too. I managed to lean forward and get my hands down so I could grab her ass. With my mother supporting my weight, I slammed into her hot hole over and over. We were both covered with sweat and gasping for breath when I let go. Even as I was cuming, I continued pounding away.

When I was finally through squirting, I pulled out and sat back. I looked down at mom’s pussy. It was pulsing, the lips of her vagina were swollen and puffy. As I watched. I saw a small flood of my own cum oozed out from between those tender pussy lips.

We spent the next few hours lying in bed, talking softly. The following few days were almost a letdown. I went back to work Monday morning and you can probably guess what I was thinking all day long. In the evenings that week, not much changed. I was greeted with a rather long and passionate kiss instead of the peck on the cheek I had been getting and mom and I were sleeping together in her room. It was almost like we were married. We had sex of course, but not quite so intense or rough. I found out that mom liked it doggie style and I kinda enjoyed watching her butt as we fucked. In that position I couldn’t help wondering if someday I might be able to squeeze into her ass. I did finger it a little and mom didn’t seem to mind too much. So I kept wondering.

That Friday, I came home and found mom in my old room. She had pulled out my magazine collection and was flipping through the pages. She looked up as I came in.

“Hi sweetie, I hope you don’t mind?” She said as she stacked the magazines.

“Er, no mom, its ok I guess.” I said, wondering which mags she had been looking at.

“Wanna go rent a movie and order a pizza?” She asked, getting up.

Before I could answer, she put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down for internet casino a hot kiss. By the time she broke away, I wanted to rip her clothes off.

Part 4

Mom drove to a video store in a small, nearby mall. When we went inside we looked at comedies and westerns but nothing seemed to interest her. Near the back of the store, she pulled me into a smaller room filled with adult videos.

“Look around.” She said. “But whatever you choose, we are going to try it ourselves later tonight.”

Now I’ve seen porno movies before and I know some of them can get into some serious and off-the-wall scenarios. I looked around and decided it would be best not to get too kinky, especially not knowing if mom had see these kind of movies before. I found one about first time anal play. It wasn’t about incest or the young/old thing, but it was a start. I paid for the rental and we headed home. We only stopped long enough to pick up a pizza.

We ate and watched the movie. Mom didn’t say much. When the movie was over, mom climbed onto my lap, facing me. She wiggled a little and I know she must have felt my growing erection. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed. Her tongue was out even before our lips met. I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling it down as far as I could.

When we went upstairs to bed I watched as mom got undressed. A sight I will always love. She went to her dresser and took something from a lower drawer. She took it to bed with her and when she got on her hands and knees, I guessed what it was. She had a bottle of that ‘astro-something’ lube.

“Well, I know you want to try.” “You’ve been playing with my ass every time we make love.” She said.

When I knelt behind her, I squirted some of the lube on my fingers and tried to get some in her ass. I worked slowly until one of my fingers slipped in and out easily. Then I squirted on some more and finally gave my cock a good coating. Mom lowered her butt just enough for me to get my cock aimed at her asshole. I used my fingers again and then tried to push my cockhead in. I could feel mom trying to relax her butt as I used my thumb to help push my cock in. We must have done that for at least five or six minutes. I was about to give up when mom suggested more lube. I squirted a small stream right into her hole and pushed my cock down again. All of a sudden I slipped in. At least the head was in. Mom cried out, but she told me to keep going. I added more lube on my shaft and pushed. And I was in, all the way, balls deep. When I started to pull out, mom groaned. When she didn’t say anything else, I pushed in again. This time she moaned, but the kind of moan that she gets from pleasure not pain. I started pumping. God it felt tight. The feeling was unbelievable. When mom started to push back I knew she was enjoying it too. All too quickly I exploded with a rush of cum. I pulled out, surprised to see I was still pretty hard. I looked down to see my cum ooze out of mom’s ass and run down her crack to her pussy. I couldn’t help myself. I heard mom gasp as I worked the head of my cock into her pussy. I grabbed her hips and fucked her for another few minutes. We fell into each others arms totally spent. I will never forget that episode as long as I live.

I know. I’m either the luckiest guy on the planet or the stupidest. Not only does my mother let me fuck her, but also she encourages it. She even let me take her in the ass. But the more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. We shouldn’t be doing this. What if someone found out? What if someone called the cops? What would happen if mom got pregnant? Oh My God. Maybe I better start using a condom. Ya, that’ll solve my problem! This whole thing was crazy. But on the other hand,

I was fucking my mother.

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Getting Hired in Hollywood

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I picked up the phone. “Next,” I said to Lola on the other end and then laid back.

A minute later Lola opened my office door and showed in the next applicant. “Shawn, this is Kyle Marlin. He’s here for his 3.30 interview,” she said in her professional secretary voice.

Once Kyle was inside my office Lola disappeared, closing the door smartly behind her. She had barely looked at me. Kyle, on the other hand, just stood there looking at me.

I slapped the sofa cushion next to me.

“Come, sit here, Kyle,” I said in a friendly voice and smiled at Kyle, who seemed paralyzed. I slapped the cushion again.

‘Uh. Uh, I . . . I’m here for . . . for an interview—the job. Uh . . .”

“That’s right, Kyle. No need to be shy. From your application we feel you have the right qualifications for the position we are filling. It was a big field and a tough choice, but you made it this far. Now we need to determine, in person, how suitable you really are. If you do well here today we will put you on the short list, which we’ll present to your potential employer. Then it’s up to him to pick out any applicants he wants to meet personally.”

At least Kyle was still with me. That was a good sign. He was still standing near the door, which showed a lack of assertiveness, but that was also a good sign. The potential employer and I were not looking for much assertiveness.

“Uh . . . um, suitable. I . . . my CV . . .”

“Your CV is very good, Kyle. The science degree is great, very relevant, and your sports success, particularly at swimming, is just what we want. The photo is another reason, of course, and I have to say it did not lie. You are one good-looking young guy.”

“Photo? Oh . . .”

“Come on, Kyle. Time to sit here so we can get down to business.” I slapped the cushion yet again and smiled what I like to think is my friendliest, most reassuring smile. I needed to move things along. Move Kyle along or get him out of my office. Not being assertive was one thing; not being willing to obey instructions from the man in charge was another. No one got to the next stage if they couldn’t obey my instructions.

Kyle tentatively stepped over and sat down on the sofa, as far away from me as he could. I just slid closer to him, squashing him between my body and the sofa arm. He was shaking; I could feel it.

“So, Kyle.” I moved a hand to his crotch and had a feel. He seemed to levitate a foot off the sofa. “You ever see a naked man with a hard-on before, Kyle? You ever have another man see you naked with poker oyna a hard-on?”

“Uh . . . yes, um sports . . . uh, showers, uh . . .” He ran out of steam. His shaking seemed worse. “Um . . . this job . . . um, what is it about?” He was panting with the strain of getting a sentence out.

Time to move the interview along. I grabbed Kyle’s hand and moved it to my naked erection. “So, do you think this is an impressive piece of equipment, Kyle?” I asked as I placed the trembling hand where I wanted it.

“Uh . . . ,” Kyle groaned.

“Nice hand,” I murmured. Kyle’s fingers twitched, and he instinctively wrapped them around my rod. He was suddenly shaking more, swallowing hard, and his lips looked damp. His eyes had been fixed on my erection almost the whole time since he had come through the door. A very good sign.

“Oh . . . Christ . . . uh,” he groaned. Then his head—wham—it was in my lap and those damp lips of his were opening over my cock head, trying to swallow it whole. A firm sucking mouth enveloped a good bit of what it had available and began to vibrate and undulate wildly, if shakily, over it. I ran my fingers through his thick blond hair and massaged his scalp briefly. Then I widened my legs and “interviewed” him.

“Hmmmmm, nice,” I murmured encouragingly. “Beautiful mouth. Hmmm, more of that, Kyle.”

Kyle was showing me what a healthy young, highly sexed male off a national university swim team was capable of. He was getting a hell of a lot of me in, and I was going to have to move the interview along if I was going to enjoy it as well as get through all I had to cover in the time available. I moved my hand into action, pulling his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning it, and slipping it off his arms. He cooperated well. Then I had to get at his pants. Reaching between his tight belly and his muscular thighs was a minor struggle, but I quickly found that the pole I had seen growing in his lap before had sprouted into a mighty oak. Kyle was very well endowed down there. I sighed, happily. But the search for his zipper so I could free it was not easy as he bobbed and sucked. And he was a good sucker.

He sort of got the idea, though, and I got his fly undone and a hand working inside to free that big rod of his. But after giving it a good feel and making a mental note to add its size to my report, I moved on to the main part of the interview.

I got a finger to his hole pretty fast, and it slipped into a warm, twitching channel that was begging for it.

Kyle’s head popped up, “Oh, no I, canlı poker oyna oh . . . I never, oh no . . . oh I don’t think.”

“It’s part of the interview, Kyle. A veeeeery important part. You want an easy job in Hollywood that gets you contacts and gives you plenty of time to go to auditions, don’t you?”

“Uhh um, uh . . .” He quivered as my two fingers dug deeper. I turned him around so he faced the wide sofa arm and then draped him over it. I didn’t believe his ,”Oh no . . .I never” one bit.

I almost shuddered at the sight of his backside. He had a perfect swimmer’s bulbous butt, round meaty cheeks, and between them a spattering of golden fuzz and a rosebud that looked untouched except by my fingers. My hands ripped off his pants and slapped his thighs apart, and my face fell forward until my lips made contact and my tongue darted out and struggled for a moment to get in. Then he opened to me in a quivering welcome. Oh my. Oh yes. My fingers quickly followed, and I wrapped an arm under Kyle’s belly, took hold of that monster he had, and quickly brought him to sighing and moaning and his entrance to sufficient looseness. I pulled a condom packet out from the back of the sofa and was quickly crowned and beating at that gate.

Getting in there was slow and entertaining, because Kyle suddenly found his voice and moaned and gasped and cried out “Oh no! N . . . so big. Huge . . . Oh, Oh.” The cries drove me on until I was pounding his ass hard as I could go and moaning myself. “Oh so gooooood. Oh . . . oh . . . wow . . . grunt.”

I filled the condom inside Kyle and fell over his back as I felt him spouting over the arm of the sofa.

“You were terrific,” I murmured.

Kyle panted for a while. “I never,” he murmured, “Wow . . .”

I pulled myself up, out of him and off him, sat back down, removed the condom, and binned it.

“Is this really a job interview?” he asked in a whisper after finally seeming to come back to earth.

“You just do it that way every time a director calls you into his office for a private discussion about your screen test and you are definitely gonna be a star, Kyle, baby. Innocence, looking innocent but being ready for anything and being on time and doing what you are told are the keys to success in this town. And yes, this was a job interview, and you are definitely on the short list, Kyle. In fact, I think there is a good chance you will be successful. Lola will be in touch with you in the next couple of days.”

“So, who, where . . . um who . . .?”

“You want to internet casino know more about the job?

“Yes.”

“It’s easy work, Kyle. Enclosed water and pumping system maintenance manager means pool boy, Kyle. Pool boy for one of the retired stars we have around here. And like the ad said, we are looking for a versatile and flexible man.”

“Who?”

“Sorry, that is confidential, Kyle. Let’s just say he was a major star about thirty years ago and he has aged well and he is a pretty big wheel in production now. It’s a great opportunity for an aspiring young actor. You will, of course, have to sign a confidentiality agreement before you ever meet him. But that will be arranged when Lola calls you.”

“Oh, And, and I’m on . . . the short list?”

A small smile seemed to appear on his face, replacing the dopey satisfied look of confusion.

“That is right. You have done well, great body too. But I am through with you for now, so you’d better get dressed. I have another interview to do in ten minutes. For a different position,” I added with a smile. “But I do all my interviews naked, Kyle. I have very particular clients, so I don’t need to dress, just pop a pill and get it up again.”

He took the hint and managed to get has briefs and pants back on before Lola opened the other door to my office to show him out to a small bathroom where he could tidy up before leaving.

She ducked back a few minutes later. “So, what happens when he finds out his employer is bedridden and hasn’t got it up in a couple of years?”

“By then he’s signed the confidentiality agreement, Lola, and you know how much Mark always liked to watch me reinterviewing the prospects after he’d tried them out. I don’t see a problem, Lola. So get back to work.”

Lola sniffed and left. I knew I was covered, even if Mark West was in a coma. This was a small town, and anyone who made trouble for my clients would never work here again.

* * * *

Kyle emerged from the office building onto the street outside with a satisfied dopey look on his face and swaying slightly. As soon as he rounded the corner he was grabbed by a scruffy-looking young man in old jeans with wild eyes who pulled him into a nearby doorway.

“So?”

“So? I am in. It worked. The innocent act sucked him right in.”

“So, it’s all true? The naked interview business?”

“Yeah, sure is. And I am on the short list for this pool job, so . . .”

“I’ll get the cameras ready. We are going to blow this scandal wide open. But I am real sorry you had to let that creep fuck you.”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, almost blushing, “it was really awful.”

But he felt bad about lying. Shawn might be a creep, but he was definitely good at doing interviews.

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Boss Lust Ch. 02

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It had been a week since Kris and I had been together. Kallie and I had ran into each other a few times and passed a few hours daily taking care of our wants and needs. But each time my mind wandered to this tiny waif of a woman, Kris. Don’t get me wrong, Kallie is one hell of a lover. I am drawn to her in an odd way. Most likely because of her willingness to help me with fantasies of a hairy woman. She has agreed to not shave her legs or arm pits for a few weeks. Each time we fuck it is a new adventure and she is digging it also.

Back to the boss lady.

I got the note on a Friday night. Same address, Saturday meet at 3 pm.

I got up Saturday and showered. At about 2, I took two blue pills. Didn’t think I needed them, but what the hell. She said it would be a show if I did.

I arrived at 3 and knocked. She opened the door, her naked, thin body glistening with oil. Her mound was a beautiful shade of copper. I guess I never noticed last time due to shock! She had it trimmed nicely into a v shape. It was thick but very fine hair.

I walked in and got undressed as told. My cock was throbbing. She rubbed oil all over my body, taking time to massage it in. poker oyna I just stood there. It was amazing. She handled my shaft and balls like an artist. When she walked behind me she reached around and ran her hands up and down my chest. All the while grinding her big tits into my back.

She walked back in front of me and grabbed my cock and led me to the bed like she was walking a dog on a leash.

She got on her hands and knees in front of me. Her ass up in the air and her magnificent pussy was open like a spring flower. It glistened with wetness. I knelt behind her and gently kissed around her opening. I ran my fingers through her hair on her mound. She responded to each touch. I ran my fingers up and down her wet slit, flicking her swollen clit each time. I could see her getting wetter. I pushed my tongue into her wetness, tasting her juice, I ate her furiously, lapping at her like a dog at a water bowl. Each time I found her clit, I pulled her pubic hair. She moaned with pleasure, finally begging me to stop before she came.

She flipped over and sat on the edge of the bed, her legs open, her swollen clit exposed. Her pubic hair was a dark red due to wetness. Her milky canlı poker oyna white breasts were wet with sweat and her nipples were hard. I have never been as turned on as I was at that exact moment. This 60 year old woman was the definition of sexy.

She grabbed my cock and started sucking the head. She rubbed her hand on her pussy and used her wetness to lube my shaft. She sucked and pumped my cock tirelessly. She was in heat. Fuck, she was horny. My cock looked huge in her hand. Lust finally took over and I flipped her back over and drove my cock into her wet pussy. I grabbed her hips and started pumping. She was panting and moaning. Never, not once in my life had I had this kind of stamina. Nearly an hour and a half later and numerous positions I felt the need to cum. I pulled out of her pussy. When I did she started to cum.

“Put it in my ass,” was all she could manage. I pushed into her tiny ass. When I did she started to squirt. Her orgasm was hard and long. She bucked and shook. I think at one point she nearly lost consciousness. Her eyes had rolled into her head, she was breathing hard.

“I am going to cum in your ass!!” I howled

I rammed my cock deep internet casino in her ass and started to unload. When I finished I pulled out of her. My cock was still hard. She was lying in the bed quivering. The bed was a wet mess. I could not even begin to guess how many orgasms she had. All I knew was my cock was still hard and here was a lady who enjoyed everything I had given to her. I pulled her legs open and slid my pole into her pussy. She was hot and wet. When I did she opened her eyes and put her hand on her tits.

“Fuck me again, fuck me until I cum again.” She demanded.

I fucked her missionary for probably another 45 minutes, finally she started to shake. She squirted again, pushing my cock out of her spasming pussy. I stood over her and jacked my cock, finally shooting another load on cum onto her belly, tits and face. She was a mess, covered in cum, sweat, oil and her own juices.

She managed to get up and asked me to shower with her. We showered and drank a lot of water to hydrate ourselves. We lost a lot of fluid!

We both recovered and felt better. She was beautiful standing there naked and clean. She asked if I was ready for more? My rock hard cock answered that question.

We cleaned up the bed and changed the sheets. While lying there resting, she, once again said something that caught me off guard.

“How do you like fucking my other lover?”

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Lesson Learned

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A cool autumn wind blew through the parking lot, rustling the pile of multicolored leaves that had gathered by the curb. The lot was nearly empty except for a few cars pulled together, music playing through the open doors. A small group of studs and femmes mingled around the vehicles discussing the argument happening in front of them. It wasn’t often such a spectacle was viewed in a public setting. Sloan had to admit the scene seemed cut out of a low budget movie. She looked around at the disgusted looks in the mixed crowd. Some were snickering at Sloan’s attempt to save face as her girlfriend delivered her angry monologue.

Rhea was a few feet from Sloan expressing her displeasure of the entire situation. She had brought her whole crew of chicks on her mission of intrigue and all of them directed smug looks towards Sloan. Rhea stood with her arms crossed her breasts and a wide stance that Sloan found very erotic. Instead of relaying this thought that would likely piss her off more, Sloan mutely nodded to the accusations Rhea hurled at her. Sloan knew she fucked up. With her hands deep in her pockets, she tried looking pitiful to gain some empathy. It didn’t work. Rhea shook her head at the forlorn expression and stared beyond Sloan toward the cars sitting at the traffic light. The bright florescent streetlights illuminated Rhea’s smooth skin and a gust of wind ruffled her braids. Rhea looked so much more beautiful to Sloan than she was already.

“As long as you know you fucked up.” Rhea’s eyes were hard. “I’m through fussing. I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

Sloan panicked. Today was Wednesday. “Monday?”

Rhea gave her a bored look. “Yes, Monday.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Sloan walked away watching Rhea from the corner of her eye. Rhea’s legs attacked the pavement; her steps were determined to lengthen the distance between them. She continued to stand there as Rhea slid in the car with her entourage and drove off without a backwards glance. Today was Wednesday. Sloan turned to her own band of misfits and tried to keep the worry out of her eyes. Yes, she was just punked in public by her woman but it could be worse. Kayla exhaled acrid smoke from her cigar and shook her head at Sloan.

“Damn Sloan. Maybe you should have answered the phone.”

“Shut the fuck up, Kayla.”

#

Thursday morning arrived roughly, mixed with a headache. Four days of not seeing or talking to Rhea was unbelievable. For the past few months, they had constant contact either on the phone or in person. It had been a restless night of one phrase that echoed in Sloan’s head. Should she call her? Sloan stumbled into the bathroom to scrub last night’s remnants of weed and beer from her mouth. The thought occurred to Sloan that Rhea could be testing her. After fucking up this bad, she didn’t want to add to her sentence. But then again, she didn’t want to irritate Rhea any further. Sloan called her in a moment of weakness. Rhea finally answered after the tenth voicemail pleading for her to pick up the phone.

“I’m really angry with you right now. I just don’t think I can see you for a few days.” Rhea had said.

“Monday is more than a few days. That’s four days.” Sloan answered with a feeble attempt at charm.

“Well, that’s how angry I feel, Sloan. Don’t you think I have that right? All you had to do was answer the fucking phone.” She wasn’t impressed.

“I know, Baby.” was all Sloan said.

“I know, Baby.” Rhea mocked. “That’s all you have said to me. How about telling me why you didn’t answer the phone.”

Sloan was quiet. She didn’t think it was a good idea telling Rhea that she just didn’t feel like answering the phone.

“Once again, no answer. So what did you call me for, Sloan? What’s the use of going over the same bullshit we said earlier?” Sloan’s lack of an explanation further demoted her on Rhea’s list of favorites. “I can just imagine you sitting there among all your little stud friends while I’m blowing up your phone. Did you laugh about it with them?”

“Of course not, Rhea.” Sloan exclaimed.

“Oh, that question you can answer.” She fumed.

Sloan shook her head. There was no talking her way out of this one. She listened to Rhea’s monologue of how she had worried about her safety when Sloan didn’t answer only to find out from her friend Cristal that Sloan was hanging with her stud, Kayla. What angered Rhea so much is that she had called all around the fucking world to find out if anyone had heard from Sloan. Now the whole fucking world knew that Sloan was deliberating disrespecting her. Sloan didn’t want to mention that Rhea had brought the whole fucking world with her to the club.

“You know what, I told you I was done fussing about it. I’m trying to get a good night’s sleep now that I know that the person who is supposedly in love with me is safe.” Rhea didn’t mind adding that last log to the fire. “I’m going to bed, Sloan. Wait for me to call you. I need some space.”

Sloan stared at the phone. She found solace in a few blunts and finally passed out on the couch in front of poker oyna the television. The fact that Rhea was angry shouldn’t have surprised her. Sloan had yet to come up with a viable story as why she didn’t answer the phone. Damn Kayla and Cristal. Rhea’s sidekick was always offering advice on relationships when her own was less than perfect. Kayla stepped out on Cristal on a regular basis. The best way to greet the morning was with a fresh cup of coffee. Sloan would have a cup and figure out a way to get back into Rhea’s good graces. By the time she was into her fourth cup, the caffeine kicked in and her mind shuffled through the obvious solutions. Flowers always brightened up a bad mood. Sloan was on her way to the computer to place an order when her cell phone rang. She ran to her bedroom and made a grab for it. It skidded across the nightstand to the floor and underneath the bed. Sloan cursed as she reached for the now offensive object.

“This Sloan.”

“Sloan? Are you coming?” Her mother’s shrill voice came in loud and clear.

“Huh? Coming to what, Ma?” Sloan tried to hide her irritation. She was hoping it was Rhea.

“To your brother’s for Thanksgiving.”

Sloan stood up abruptly. “Thanksgiving?”

“Did I wake you up?”

“No, Ma. I wasn’t asleep. I’m coming.” Sloan felt stupid. It was Thanksgiving. She wasn’t going to see Rhea today anyway. Their relationship didn’t involve visiting the in laws during the holidays just yet. Motivated with caffeine and renewed hope, Sloan jumped in the shower and prepared for a day of football, food, and family. She would be just fine. Rhea would call tomorrow. In the mean time, she would take solace in familial love.

Sloan arrived late and everyone was already sitting down to a huge country meal. She passed through the crowd of uncles, aunts, and cousins as she made her way to the kitchen for a plate. Since there wasn’t enough room at the large dining room table, relatives perched wherever they could. Sloan hugged her mother who chided her for her tardiness and commented on weight that she was sure Sloan had lost. Ma rewarded her with a plate heaping with honey ham, turkey, cornbread dressing, collard greens, sweet potatoes with marshmallow topping, and green beans. Sloan scored a spot on the stairs and dug into the comfort food. Hunger satisfied, she mingled in with the family checking her phone about every thirty minutes for Rhea’s call.

“I’m surprised you haven’t worn the silver off that fancy phone.” Sloan’s brother, Eric, teased.

“Man, Eric. Why are you in my business?” She tried to play it off.

“Stop frontin’. You still stepping out with that chocolate cutie?” He smiled.

Bristling, Sloan said, “Yeah, so what?”

“So what? Did you fuck up?”

“What makes you think I fucked up? Maybe she fucked up.” She was defensive.

“I bet she isn’t checking her phone every half hour.” Eric shot back.

How long had he been watching? Sloan moved to walk away. “Eric, leave me alone.”

“Wait, wait. Let me give you some advice, Baby Sis.” He stopped Sloan. “She wants to teach you a lesson.”

“What are you talking about? She’s just mad at me.” Sloan looked at Eric and the second head he grew.

“Hear me out. Have you tapped it yet?” Eric asked.

“Are we really having this conversation?” She shook her head.

Her brother refused to be blown off. “Have you?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“Was it good?”

Sloan couldn’t stop the grin. “Shit. Yeah, yeah it was. She had me so hot that afternoon, we lasted until morning.”

“Well, there you go right there.”

“What genius? Spit it out.”

“Your Godiva bunny knows she can control you with sex. And she wants to make sure you know it.” He hit me in the shoulder.

A light bulb clicked on, but she was still doubtful. “How do you know?”

“I fuck up too.” Shrugging, he continued, “But when you do the make up nasty, you make sure she knows whose running that shit. She can control you with pussy. Give her that power. In the long run, you’ll find that it is a small price to pay.”

#

Later Sloan awoke from a turkey-induced coma, curled up on the couch with a massive pit bull sitting on her head. The slap of dominos against a wooden table beckoned and she pushed the furry animal off to join the table of shit talkers. The evening air crept up and family began to disperse. Sloan stood in the farewell line with her parents and brother, constantly aware of her silent phone. The parental unit exited soon after and Eric broke out a nice, fat sack of Mary Jane. He lit one end of a sweet smelling blunt, letting the smoke filter through his nose and mouth. It was almost ethereal to see the first exhalation of a fresh blunt.

Passing it to his sister, he asked, “She call yet?”

“No.” Sloan answered stiffly. She didn’t want to think about it.

“What did you do?”

Sloan hesitated. The whole situation still seemed a little silly to her. “Well, we got into it over something minor. I went out and didn’t answer my phone when she called. She was worried.”

“Thought canlı poker oyna something had happened?”

“Yeah. She called a few of my friends. She told me I was selfish and inconsiderate.”

Eric nodded. “She must really love you.”

“Is that what that is? She loves me so much she doesn’t want to talk to me until Monday.”Sloan was doubtful.

“That’s part of teaching you a lesson.”

“How do you know so much? What makes you an expert?”

“I didn’t say I was an expert. I’ve just been in your situation before. I have been dating women longer than you.” He slapped a domino, scoring fifteen points. “You know you can’t handle this!”

“Whatever.” Sloan blamed her lack of concentration on Rhea. “What’s all this teaching me a lesson shit? I’m not a child.”

“What made you not answer the phone?” Eric asked.

“Shit, I’m practically at her beck and call. When she wants to go to the club, shopping, or hanging at her house, she runs the schedule. I wanted a few minutes to be me.” She fumed.

“Did you tell her that?”

“No. She wouldn’t have listened anyway.”

“But you don’t know that. Seems like your actions are a little childish, Baby Sis.” Eric scored again off the bone Sloan had played.

Sloan accepted the invitation to stay the night. She refused to go home and pine for Rhea. Her dreams were scattered and fitful, causing hours of staring at the ceiling and thinking of Rhea. Friday morning arrived too quickly and Sloan took leave of her brother. She stopped home long enough to shower and was back in the streets within forty-five minutes. It occurred to Sloan that while she gained needed space, the cost was a little high. She hadn’t expected Rhea’s reaction. With no plans for the day, Sloan drove aimlessly until she passed a self-serve car wash. Sloan found overdue solace as she buffed a brilliant shine out of the chrome. She brushed and vacuumed every crevice of the interior until there wasn’t a speck of dust or dirt. This was something Sloan could control. Kayla was waiting on Sloan’s doorstep when she pulled up. She followed Sloan across the threshold, the daily gossip dripping from her lips. Sloan didn’t care who else had a fucked up relationship.

Kayla finally got around to the most popular topic of the holiday. “Rhea call you yet?”

Sloan couldn’t escape it. “Man, can we talk about something else?”

“Cristal did some shit like that to me when we first got together. Drove me nuts.” Kayla rambled.

Sloan shook her head. The worse part about being a couple was the gossip with other couples. “Really?”

“Yep. Rhea pulling that same bullshit. Cristal wouldn’t talk to me for a few days or answer my calls. All I heard was how much I had disrespected her.” She shrugged. “Worst few days of my life.”

Sloan was slightly interested. “Cristal did all that, huh?”

“Yeah, later she said she had to teach me a lesson. Soon as I got back in good, I tore that pussy up for holding out.” Kayla nodded enthusiastically. “I suggest you do the same.”

Sloan didn’t mention it was advice she already received. “Is that so?”

“Yep.” She stood and stretched. “How about we hit the club tonight?”

“I don’t think so, Kayla.”

“Aww come on. Cristal is still out of town at her parents.”

Sloan laughed at the pitiful look. “I might as well. I have nothing else to do.”

Much later as she moved through the crowd, Sloan regretted her decision. She and Rhea met at this club. Rhea was out with Cristal and Kayla that night, flirting with all the single studs. Sloan won the ensuing cockfight and walked away with Rhea’s phone number. Their first kiss happened here too. Sloan stared at the dark corner she backed Rhea into that unforgettable evening. Then on a night not too long ago, the excitement of new love overtook them, begging for release. They barely made it to the backseat of Sloan’s SUV before racing to Rhea’s apartment. Sloan remembered the way Rhea teased her just right. She imagined Rhea’s tongue sucking her earlobe. While ordering another beer, a slow grinding song played and she groaned. This song was included on the CD mixed especially for Rhea. So far, they played it every time they had sex.

Sloan could admit she was wrong in not answering the phone but Rhea was completely shutting her out. How was this going to fix anything? Communication was the only way they were going to solve the problem. Sloan suspected that Rhea had hatched this plan with Cristal’s help. There was too much outside interference in their relationship. The more Sloan thought about it the angrier she became. Then it happened. Her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey Baby.” Rhea’s voice purred, smooth as cream. “You miss me?”

“Fuck yeah, I miss you. I need to see your ass. We need to talk.” This might not have been the best tactic but Sloan couldn’t help it.

“Sloan.”

“Yeah, Baby.” Sloan stiffly replied, still angry.

“Come get me. I’m on the patio.”

Sloan was already on the move. Kayla had set her up. “You’re here at this internet casino bar, on the patio?”

“Yes.”

She stopped at the double doors and scanned the large crowd of women. “Where?”

“Find me.” Rhea giggled.

“Damn it, Rhea. I’m not in the mood for games.”

She sighed. “Turn to your right, Sloan. I’m sitting at the table.”

Sloan didn’t hang up until she saw Rhea, vaguely aware of Cristal and Kayla sitting at the table. “I need to talk to you. Come with me.”

Rhea gave Sloan her hand. Sloan pulled her back through the club and out the front door. She was half way to her SUV before asking Rhea, “Did you drive?”

“No, I rode with Cristal. Could you slow down? I’m not running to keep up with you.” She replied.

Sloan mumbled apologies and slowed down. She unlocked the passenger side but backed Rhea up against the door before helping her inside. Sloan kissed her and it felt like the first time she had ever felt Rhea’s lips. Sloan grabbed her ass and grinded into her. Rhea’s nails dug into her arms. She had missed this intimacy with Sloan. Rhea leaned into her, finding comfort in Sloan’s embrace. However, when Sloan’s fingers found the hem of her skirt, Rhea broke the kiss.

“Not here, Daddy. Let’s go to my house.”

That was at least forty-five minutes away. “Let’s go to a hotel.”

“Sloan.” Rhea swatted her hand from her crotch. “I am not going to a hotel without extra clothes looking like a whore the next morning.”

“Fuck.” Sloan sighed. “Okay.”

Rhea straightened her clothes and stepped up into the seat. She was reapplying tinted lip-gloss as Sloan slid in. There was something very erotic about that little cotton wand gliding across those full, sexy lips. Rhea was going to make her work. Sloan didn’t want to work. She wanted to get to the making up part.

“I better text Cristal before she worries about us. You know, that is the responsible thing to do.” Rhea’s arrow struck home.

“Rhea, I apologize for worrying you the other night. I should have called you.” Sloan said.

“Or you could have answered my calls.” She replied. “You scared me, Sloan. All I could think was the worse because you always answer my calls.”

Sloan didn’t have a reply as she maneuvered through late night traffic. Her brother’s words had haunted her all day. “I know it was pretty childish not to answer your calls.”

“Why didn’t you?” Rhea tone was hard as if that fact was still a little sensitive.

“I wanted a night out to myself. I wanted to be me just a little bit.” She explained. “We’re together almost 24-7 unless we’re at work, or you’re getting your nails done. Sometimes what I want to do gets lost in plans you make for us.”

Rhea was quiet for a moment. “Don’t you enjoy spending time with me?”

“Yes, I do. When we go to the movies, or to dinner, and sometimes shopping, I love all that. I just think there are occasions where we could hang out without each other.” Sloan looked for cops out of the rearview mirror.

“Why didn’t you just say something?” Rhea asked. “How about a little warning before you throw a temper tantrum?”

“You’re right. I deserve that.” Sloan shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you would take me telling you that too well.”

“But how could you know what my reaction would be?”

“I didn’t know. I assumed.”

“See where that got you?” Rhea replied.

“I like being a couple and doing things together, Sloan. I see so many of our friends break up because they didn’t have enough quality time. I don’t want that to happen to us. And you know how people start talking about your relationship when it appears funny on the outside.”

“It’s none of their fucking business what we do, Rhea. This is our relationship and we are the only two people who can make it work.” Sloan was vehement in her response. “Who gives a fuck what they think?”

Rhea reached for Sloan’s hand in the darkness. “You’re right. From now on, I will discuss all plans with you before I agree to anything. You have to promise to tell me when something else I do frustrates you.”

“I promise I will.” Sloan pulled into Rhea’s apartment complex and checked the luminous clock on her dashboard. She made it in thirty minutes.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get a ticket.” Rhea commented.

“I was driving the speed limit.”

“The hell you say.”

Rhea unlocked the door and rushed to the living room. Soft music soon floated through the air. Sloan followed the music to an empty room. “Rhea?”

“I’m grabbing you a beer, Daddy.”

“You really don’t have to, Baby.” Alcohol was the last thing she was craving. Sloan sat on the couch and attempted to be patient.

When Rhea appeared, her brown eyes were soft as she offered Sloan a frosty bottle of beer. She watched Sloan deposit the bottle on the coffee table and pulled Rhea into her arms, kissing her softly. Rhea missed Sloan the past few days. Rhea leaned into Sloan accepting her apology. She wanted to make up for the wasted hours away from Sloan. Rhea had second thoughts about Cristal’s sure-fire plan when Sloan stopped calling. Cristal assured her Sloan was only doing as instructed. Thanksgiving was lonely without hearing Sloan’s voice. She sat through dinner debating whether she should make that call.

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Martin was already laying face down on their bed by the time Peggy got to the room. He didn’t speak to her and she made no attempt to acknowledge him except for trying to be quiet while she gathered clean clothes from her drawers.

She gently caressed herself while standing under the warm shower but was careful to not bring herself to a climax. Her mind was already in knots about what she was doing and she didn’t know where it would all end.

After putting on her panties, she selected a full skirt from her closet and fastened it around her waist. A camisole completed her outfit and when she looked into the mirror, she could see her nipples through the top. Taking one last look at herself, she hesitated before going out into the house. She was still a little shaken about what they had done and she wasn’t sure how Walt would react to her.

He was not in the kitchen or the other rooms and so she went to his room and found the door closed. She considered knocking, but decided against it and going back out into the family room, she sat on the sofa and contemplated her actions.

She knew what she had done and what she was about to do was wrong in the eyes of society and almost everyone else. She realized that she had to power to stop it in its tracks but she also knew she had an intense desire to let it continue.

Her attraction to him was getting stronger and her skin burned where his hands had touched her. Holding her breast through the fabric of he dress, she remembered how good it felt when it was his hand and not her own holding her.

The sound of his crutches broke through her reverie and she looked up to see her son coming into the room. She was sure that he was puzzled about her sudden departure from the kitchen so she rose to greet him. He made no move towards her but he looked at her cautiously as she closed the few steps between them.

She stood quietly looking at him for a moment before reaching up and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He kept his hands on his crutch supports as she smiled up at him.

Wetting her lips, she kissed him gently before resting her cheek on his chest.

“Umm,” she sniffed. “You smell good.”

Still unsure of what she wanted, he replied, “Uh, thanks, mom. You do too.”

“Here, let me get your chair for you,” she offered and moved his wheelchair closer to where he usually sat to watch television.

She watched as he levered himself down onto it before taking his crutches to lean them against the corner of the wall.

Returning to the side of his chair, she ran her hand over the back of his neck.

“You’re damp, did you just take a shower?” she asked.

“Yeah, I was all hot and sweaty,” he replied and waited for her next move.

“Me too,” she continued and lifting his hand, she placed in on her hip on the outside of her skirt. “Can you tell?”

“No, you feel dry to me.”

“Try here,” she whispered and turning towards him she indicated her breast. Her eyes followed his hand as it moved slowly up along her ribs until he held her breast in his palm. He gently fondled it and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes,” he croaked in a strained voice. “I can feel it now.”

“Let’s move to the sofa,” she suggested and turned his chair before he could answer.

Walt swung himself onto the sofa and she sat down beside him with one leg bent so that she was facing him. She placed her palm on his chest and gave his pectoral muscle a little squeeze.

“Do poker oyna you remember when you were little and I used to give you a bath?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he replied and smoothed the fine hairs on her arm with the palm of his hand.

Putting her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him into an embrace with her cheek touching his. Walt tried to keep his breathing regular so he could keep up the charade he knew she wanted. Except for little sighs and a tightening of her arms, she gave no outward indication that anything beyond normal conversation was going on between them.

Walt continued to gently fondle her breast through her shirt before moving his hand towards the other one. Peggy pulled away from him to give his hand room between them but she continued talking.

“You used to splash me and laugh and giggle and you never cried when you got water in your eyes. You were a good baby.”

Releasing her breast, he slipped the camisole straps off of her shoulders and tried to pull her top down but after glancing towards the hall to the bedrooms she stopped him. She was afraid Martin would come back out and catch them. Shrugging her shoulders, she pushed the straps back up.

His disappointment showed on his face and when their eyes locked for a moment, she looked away and continued talking. He again ran his hand over her breast and hefted it in his hand as if checking its weight. He heard her take a gasping intake of breath when he captured her nipple through the fabric and her hand tightened on the back of his head.

“You were always trying to get milk out of me,” she murmured into his ear. “Even after you were weaned you still wanted to suck on me.”

Taking his wrists in her hands, she moved them down so that they rested on her hips. Turning and lifting her leg, she straddled his stump and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Starting with the corner of his mouth, she pecked little kisses down his cheek and onto the side of his neck while she hummed a little tune of nothing into his ear. Walt felt her settle her crotch against him and slide herself gently back and forth on his bare thigh.

He was starting to tremble with lust at what was taking place. He couldn’t tell for sure, but he thought that she was wearing panties. Even then, the fact that only the wet nylon fabric crotch separated her pussy from the skin of his thigh had his heart thumping.

With his hands on her waist, he applied gentle pressure as he followed the barely perceptible movements of her pussy sliding on him. He was debating about whether or not he should try and touch her when she gave a little whimpering cry and her body shuddered in his arms. Neither of them moved for a minute or two until she gave a soft sigh.

Releasing him from her embrace, she rolled off of him and onto the seat. Straightening her camisole, she sat there looking at him for a moment before sliding off of the sofa. Standing in front of him, she smoothed her skirt down over her hips.

“Yes, you were always a good baby,” she said in a normal voice. “Would you like me to get you an iced tea?”

Walt nodded his head and she left the room, leaving him in a daze at what just happened. Looking down, he could see moisture on his thigh where she had rubbed herself against him. Sliding the tips of two of his fingers over the spot, he raised them to his nose and recognized the scent of a woman’s arousal.

Without thinking, he tasted his fingers and gathering some more of her essence from his thigh canlı poker oyna he again licked his fingers. Slipping his hand into his shorts, he rearranged his cock to a more comfortable position and was about to start masturbating through his clothes when she returned with the tea.

“Here you are, sweetheart,” she said and handed him the glass. You look all sweaty again. Do you need a towel or anything?”

“No, I’ll be all right,” he replied in amazement at her calmness. “The tea will be fine, thank you.”

“I have some things I have to do,” she said turning and walking towards the kitchen. “Call me if you need anything.”

Walt took a sip of his tea and shaking his head in wonder and disbelief, he watched her leave the room.

Chapter 08

Peggy leaned against the kitchen sink and stared out of the window. The water was running but she was oblivious to it. Her body was still tingling from her orgasm and she admitted to herself that she was feeling a little guilty at what she had done. Balancing her little bit of guilt was a sense of fulfillment. She knew he liked what had just transpired between them and she was convinced that it was the beginning of their new relationship and not the end.

After Peggy left the room, Walt had to hop over to where his crutches were leaning in the corner. His erection was pushing against his shorts and he knew he had to relieve himself. At first, he was puzzled at his mother’s actions but he figured that she could salve her conscience as long as she pretended that nothing was happening between them.

Closing the door to his room, he flopped down on the bed and pulled his shorts and jockey’s down to his knees. With her taste and scent still fresh in his mind and on his body, he didn’t need a magazine for stimulation. It only took a few strokes for him to cover his belly with his semen.

Peggy heard him walking down the hall and when his door closed she went to it and listened. She knew that he had not been satisfied and she hoped that he was not in any pain. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh came to her ears and she tried to picture him stroking himself while thinking of her.

Her hand was up under her skirt and she was touching herself through her soaking wet panties when his voice came through the door.

“Oh, mom, I love you.”

Walt woke up a few hours later with his pants still down around his knees and his dried semen crusted on his stomach. He lay there for a moment and grinned at the ceiling.

“Amazing, I almost fucked my mother,” he whispered. “I’ve always wanted to and I will.”

Lunch that afternoon was quieter than usual. Walt kept stealing glances at his mother but when their eyes connected she gave no sign of what they had experienced together. It was so quiet that even Martin commented on it but when he got no reaction he finished eating and went back to his chair.

“I’ll help you with the dishes,” Walt offered.

“No, that’s all right. I’ll get them. You go and sit down and rest. I’ll change your dressing later, OK?”

“OK, mom. Standing behind her he brushed the hair back from her neck and kissed it. I love you, mom,” he said and walked away.

Peggy welcomed his touch and his words and she could feel the ache of arousal already stirring in her belly. She busied herself with the kitchen chores so the feeling would go away but it remained there as a little reminder of her new sense of self-purpose.

Continuing to work to take her mind off of her son, she sorted and folded internet casino the finished laundry and started putting it away. Opening Walt’s underwear drawer she spotted a stack of magazines tucked underneath his t-shirts. Pulling one out she sat on his bed and studied the cover.

The beautiful woman on the cover was dressed to match the title, “Nylons and Heels.” She was bending over what looked like a copying machine in an office and the dark band at the tops of her stockings was visible underneath the hem of her short skirt.

Skimming through the glossy photos, she found a section labeled, “Magnificent Maturity” featuring women who looked to be in their forties or older making out with younger looking men.

“So that’s what he likes,” she said to herself and putting the magazine back into its hiding place she finished storing his laundry in his drawers.

“I have to run down to the mall,” she announced to Martin and Walt a few hours later. “I won’t be long. Do you need anything?”

Martin only grunted but Walt answered her in the negative.

Both of the men were sound asleep when she came back from her shopping trip. She carried her purchases back to her bedroom and put them in the closet. Changing into her usual shorts and t-shirt, she began making dinner.

Over the next several days, Walt watched her carefully for a sign that she wanted to continue their new relationship. She was friendly and loving towards him but she gave no indication that she wanted anything more than their mother and son interaction.

Peggy was anxious for something more but she had to force herself to wait for the right moment. She had to be careful so that Martin would never suspect anything or it would be all over.

She loved it when Walt was shirtless and she could run her hands over his back and chest while he was caressing her. Except for brief touches, she never let him linger between her legs, but his hands were everywhere else on her thighs, legs, and belly. Except for a few quick brushes, he didn’t get to touch her breasts very much since Martin was always around.

Several times, he managed to stand behind her while she was working at the kitchen sink and she would allow him to slide his hands up underneath her shirt. He would lean against her to balance himself and she welcomed the feeling of his body pressing against her. She found herself making noises at the sink and rewashing clean dishes in the hopes that he would approach her and her ploy never failed to attract him to her.

Some of her new articles of clothing were front closure bras and he became quite adept at unhooking the clasp so he could fondle her bare flesh and toy with her nipples. She could feel herself getting wet each time they did it and she became mildly amused that he would have to stop and rearrange himself inside of his jockeys.

After one time when he had more difficulty than usual straightening himself, she broke from her convention of not acknowledging what they were doing. He had finally gotten himself settled and was kissing her neck while he pressed against her.

Turning her head to the side, she said softly, “I’m going to have to buy you some new underwear. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” he murmured into her ear unsure of what she meant. “Sure.”

She was not able to climax during these episodes but she enjoyed the feelings and sensations that they gave her. She had become a junkie to the danger of Martin catching them and to the naughty perversion of being a sexual being with her own son.

If they had enough time, she could tell that he would cum from rubbing himself against her bottom but she refrained from touching him in any way. She was determined to save that for a special time.

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It was a too hot summer day as Janet sat on the couch in her panties and tee, fanning herself lazily. Elsewhere in the apartment, she heard Susan shuffle around in her room, disturbing the silence that otherwise prevailed. Janet reached for her glass of ice water — or, had the ice all melted now? — and swallowed those last few cool drops. Presently, she felt a tingling in her groin and reluctantly pulled herself from the couch to take a pee. Stepping across the creaking floor, she heard more movement from Susan’s room and caught her roommate’s eye briefly before stepping into the bathroom.

She took a moment to examine herself in the mirror. Her bright, orange tee clung to her toned stomach in the heat and showed off the curves of her unbound breasts. Too hot for a bra today, she thought and her breasts were just the right size that she could get away with it. She hooked a thumb under the elastic of her underwear and, in one twirling motion, yanked them down around her ankles as she sat on the toilet seat.

To her surprise, Susan stood in the open doorway watching her, while wearing nothing but shorts and a bra. Janet clenched her groin, knowingly, to stop the flow as her roommate walked forward. Susan kneeled before her and pulled the panties off from around her ankles. She spread her girlfriend’s legs and began to kiss tenderly on her upper thigh. Janet, now deeply aroused, moaned at the blonde’s gentle touch and ran her fingers through her radiant hair, directing that probing tongue into her cunt.

At last, she felt Susan’s mouth on her pussy, zeroing in on her urethra. Unable to hold back a moment longer, Janet let go and the warm pee shot into Susan’s mouth and all over her face. Susan tried vainly to drink every last drop, but pee shot up next to her eye and trickled down her cheek into the toilet bowl. Janet’s heart pounded while Susan slipped a finger inside her to bring her over the edge. She reached down with her hand and caught the urine off Susan’s cheek, which she promptly massaged into that beautiful golden hair. The sight of her roommate so completely covered in her pee sent her over the edge and she shuddered with orgasm as her bladder spitted dry.

Susan pulled herself away and, taking Janet’s hand, helped the girl to her feet. She French kissed Janet roughly, smearing cum and urine onto her mouth. Janet playfully licked the juices from her girlfriend’s face and turned to the sink to wash up. Susan held her while she washed her hands and felt her breasts through the thin fabric of the shirt. She nibbled and kissed Janet’s neck, but Janet pried herself away reluctantly.

“It’s too hot for that,” she chided. “I’m going to go cool off for now. Are we out of ice?”

***

Nicole had for some time been suspicious of her best friends, Amy and Christie. They were all high school seniors who had been close since their mothers’ met in a prenatal class, and were widely considered to be the most attractive and eligible girls at the school. They were master flirts who could get a fresh boyfriend every poker oyna few weeks, but lately Amy and Christie had been giving Nicole the new boyfriend vibe although no men were apparent. They had been acting distant, secretive, and Nicole resolved to get to the bottom of it.

Making up some excuse, she ditched them after class only to follow them from a distance as they walked towards Amy’s house. Everything seemed normal — Nicole had no way of hearing their conversation — until Christie reached over and gave Amy a little swat on the ass. Amy feigned a great injury, but then grabbed her friend by the wrist and pulled her into a passionate kiss. The whole thing lasted only a moment before the girls were back at it as before, leaving Nicole to fear she had imagined the whole thing. Sensing an opportunity though, she cut down a side street and booted it to Amy’s determined to beat her friends to the house.

Once she arrived at the empty house, Nicole let herself in with the secret key and purposely left the door unlocked and slightly ajar. She ditched her bag in a back room where it wouldn’t be seen and went downstairs to the rec room. After a quick glance around, she pulled off her sneakers but not her socks, then took off her panties from under her mini-skirt. She took out her hair elastic so that her auburn locks fell gracefully to her shoulders and then peeled off her t-shirt to reveal her ample breasts. Unclasping her bra, she let them swing loose. Nicole tossed her clothes around so that the littered the room seductively, then sat down on the sofa to lightly frig herself until the girls arrived.

Shortly thereafter, she heard a gasp from upstairs as Amy and Christie discovered the open door. She heard them scamper around looking to see if anything was missing. Christie ran halfway down the stairs and nearly jumped through the wall at the sight of the mostly naked vixen on her girlfriend’s sofa. She smiled as she collected herself and called out to Amy that it was all right and to come downstairs.

Amy was equally relieved — and enticed! — by Nicole’s surprise. The truth came out as the three friends discussed the situation on the basement sofa, of course Amy and Christie were each other’s new lovers and they were sorry to have left Nicole out of the fun. Nicole played the wounded friend and demanded lustfully that they prove their sincerity.

Not needing another word, Amy grabbed Nicole’s leg and spun her around so she could get at her pussy. Nicole gasped as Amy skillfully tongued her clit before her own head had even fallen onto Christie’s lap. Christie leaned over and kissed Nicole on the lips as her silky black hair blanketed her friend. Nicole had never kissed an Asian before, but she was immediately aware of why Christie was so popular with the boys. Her tongue danced magically between her teeth and rubbed roughly against her own. Being kissed and eaten out at the same time; what a sensation it was for Nicole, and with two so talented partners to boot! She ran her hands through Amy’s blonde curls and lost herself canlı poker oyna to orgasm.

Not giving her a moment to recover, Christie and Amy stood Nicole up and pulled off her mini-skirt. Nicole was now aware that she was completely naked except for her socks while her friends remained fully clothed, and this drove her wild. Christie kneeled before her and began to eat her out even more vigorously than Amy had. Then, to her surprise, Amy knelt down behind her and started to kiss around her anus before forcing her tongue up into Nicole’s butthole. Nicole nearly fell from the new sensation, having never been penetrated in her ass before nor even playing with it. But the pleasure was undeniable and she came again momentarily.

This time she could not help but collapse onto the sofa from the bliss of the lesbian loving. She glanced up to see Christie and Amy making out before her, and tingled at the thought that they were tasting her on each other. She found herself longing for Amy’s pussy, for Christie’s ass and for all that these two angels could do with her.

“I guess we’re going to have to show Nicole the toy box next,” Christie whispered cunningly and a sly grin came to Amy’s face.

***

Shannon peered into Diana’s sock drawer and let out a muffled cry of surprise. Amidst her sister’s personal items was an eight-inch long, flesh tone strap-on dildo. Her older sister had always seemed so sophisticated to the high school senior, what with her car and hip friends, but this was a side of her life she’d never suspected. Hypnotically, she dropped her shorts to the floor and climbed into her sister’s bed with the dildo.

Imagining Diana’s presence beside her, she stood the dildo on the bed where her sister’s crotch would be and began to suck on the plastic member. Shannon moaned at the thought of pleasuring her sister’s penis, of catching a huge load of Diana’s semen in her mouth then pulling her into an open-mouthed kiss where the hot cum flowed between them like water. Diana would then watch her expectantly as she exposed herself to a ravaging fuck. Shannon fingered her pussy as she continued to suck on the dildo. In a second, I’m going to ram this thing inside me and cum all over my sister’s sheets, she thought to herself.

“What’s going on in here?” cried a voice that rudely awoke Shannon from her fantasy. Was it Diana come to make her dreams come true? No! It was their mother and Shannon realized she was in big trouble. “Oh honey,” Pamela sternly spoke, “I’ve told you a thousand times not to play with your sister’s things!”

Shannon pulled the cock from her mouth and turned around confusedly. Bafflingly, her mother had taken off her shirt and was undoing her skirt. She reached over and grabbed the dildo from her daughter’s hand and began to affix it to herself. Shannon’s heart beat faster as she looked over her mom’s body, still so firm for a woman her age and those breasts engorged by two pregnancies. Shannon had been a baby the last time she sucked on those fat nipples, but soon she would get to again.

With internet casino her new cock in place, Pamela looked like some hybrid creature from a very sexy fairy tale. Shannon scooted over to the edge of the bed and played at sucking on the imaginary penis but her mother would not allow it. “You’ve already sucked on this hunk of plastic. Take off your shirt, I want to see your breasts.” Shannon was embarrassed to remove expose her breasts, since they were so much smaller than her mothers. But no sooner had she slipped off the flimsy fabric than Pamela descended and began to lick her petit tits. Shannon moaned as her mother’s hands worked over her pussy, he thumb penetrating into her cunt while her finger reached around to get at her anus. She grabbed her baby girl by the leg and forced her ass off the bed so she could get a finger inside. Pamela frigged both holes of her daughter while licking her breasts until Shannon cried out, “Oh mom! Oh mom! Give me a kiss!”

Continuing to finger her, Pamela pulled herself away from those teenage breasts and kissed her daughter with passion. Their tongues roamed around into each other’s mouths and Shannon thought she would cum right then if he mother did not abruptly remove her fingers. She kissed her daughter once more — and then gave her a little peck on the forehead like she’d done when she was a child! — before repositioning herself so that her dick was at the entrance to her daughter’s pussy. “Do you want this in your cunt or in your ass?” she questioned, and her little girl answered by flipping over onto her knees and sticking her butt into the air. She buried her face in her sister’s pillows and smelt Diana’s scent on the sheets.

Pamela reached over to the bedside table and produced a small vial of lube from the drawer. She squirted it onto her hand and worked it into Shannon’s ass as the girl moaned appreciatively. She jacked the excess onto her cock and began to penetrate deep into her daughter’s virgin ass, but slowly and carefully so that the poor girl would not be hurt. Shannon bit into her sister’s pillow to keep from yelping out, but as her mother deftly eased her way in she became more eager and was soon bucking against her mother’s hips in anticipation. Pleasantly surprised at her enthusiasm, Pamela began to fuck her daughter faster and deeper. She felt an orgasm building inside herself, seemingly an overflow from the potent sexual energy her youngest daughter now exhibited. She longed to swap places, to have this young thing overpower her and ravage the cunt she’d been born from. Shannon shuddered violently when she could no longer hold back the orgasm, and as if on cue her mother went over the edge also. They collapsed into each other’s arms and softly kissed each other as lovers in the afterglow.

Shannon eyed her mother’s breasts and licked her lips in anticipation. Then her thoughts drifted to Diana, only two years older but so much more mature physically already. She was like a halfway between herself and her mother, with her mother’s curves and her own youth. Thinking of Diana, Shannon knew she had to have her as she’d had her mother and she nervously confessed her plan to Pamela. “Silly girl,” cooed the mother of two stunning sex goddesses, “who do you think gave Diana her penis?”

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Ah I feel so sensual today, it feels so electrifying as I run my finger tips softly up and down my legs covered in my smoke colored thigh high nylons as I lay on my bed with thoughts of you seducing me with that look in your eyes that tell me you want me, you need me and I melt from the touch of your finger tips on my face so softly as your body rises down slowly and tenderly over my body. Our flesh touches and I feel electricity shoot through my body sending me into complete sweet ecstasy and I can feel my heat rising between my thighs.

You whisper *I need you* into my ear that sends a warm sensation through my body and the desire of wanting you, needing you builds so high within my body. You look so tenderly into my eyes as your hand cups my breast and then slowly your moist mouth takes the hard sensitive nipple that you call your cherry and you suck it softly, licking it playfully with your tongue as I feel your hand moving down my trembling body and you enter me with your finger and bringing poker oyna your finger to your lips your tongue slowly licks my nectar and then you enter your mouth with your finger sucking the juice into your mouth.

Uh, uh, mmmmm

My legs open wider receiving your hard erection deep into my hot juices and our bodies become as one, moving together without being told how, just knowing what the other wants and needs. All I know is I want you and the satisfaction that you always give me when we meet for a moment of stolen pleasures and love. Oh baby give it to me, please, give it to me like I need you and want you so much.

Uh, uh mmmmm

Yes like that . . . oh yes your driving me insane! I want it harder and deeper each time you thrust your erection deeper inside of my body, filling me with your love, passion and touch. I need you so much and will settle for these stolen moments in time and silent erotic whispers in my ears. Oh my fire is so hot, almost like being in madness from this canlı poker oyna Divine pleasure you are giving to me and I to you. Yes, yes . . . harder, deeper I am going to explode my hot steamy juices all over your thick throbbing erection that is so hard and driving deeper and deeper oh my we are both cuming *yes*, *yes* oh baby *yes* mmm as I close my eyes I can actually taste our juices that have gathered on your cock as I lick up every drop of us off of your semi soft cock while I make sure your balls are nice and cleaned as well.

When I see that once more your cock has grown hard and I hungrily suck your cock receiving all the cum from us from the first time as I clean the center of the hole with my tongue while sucking your cock and rolling it around in my mouth. You’re hips begin to move in a slight thrusting motion and my hands grab each of you’re ass cheeks as I massage them firmly while sucking you because I love the taste of your salty cum as it shoots hot and thickly down my throat. internet casino More baby, give me more.

Oh yes ram it down my throat by grabbing the back of my head and banging my mouth down so your cock is in my throat gagging me causing me to produce a thicker saliva to run from the corners of my mouth and you raise my head up to look into my eyes that are watering from the ramming of your cock into my throat, I begin to pinch your balls as you bang my mouth over and over until you spew your cum down my throat and covering my face with the rest. You throw me on the bed on my belly and taking my double headed dildo you place one in my ass and one in my cunt and you watch me squirm my hips trying to get that climax that is building in my pussy making my walls of my pussy push my hot juices out over the dildo.

Suddenly you stop, you roll me over on my back and straddle me placing your cock in my mouth as you finish the ass and pussy fucking with the dildo. I feel your tongue on my swollen clit. Oh it begins to throb over and over until I feel my juices gushing out and once more you fill me full of your hot thick cum down my throat as it oozes out of the corners of my mouth. Mmmm such naughty thoughts you do give me.

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I’m sat at home when nobody is home and can feel myself getting hot and horny. I walk upstairs and strip down to my small black mesh thong. My sleek tanned body stretches out on the bed and i let loose my long dark hair. I reach into my drawer and pull out my range of toys.
I start to rub my breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples. “Oh it feels good” I moan openly. I dip my fingers into my mouth and slide them down my neck and chest and over my toned stomach. My fingers dip into my pussy under my thong and flick over my clit before diving into my wet pussy. I pull out my satin pillow and lay it next to me. I rub it over my chest as my fingers delve into my wet pussy once more. I sit up and straddle the pillow-still wearing that now soaked thong. I shut my eyes and imagine i’m riding you. My mesh covered pussy slides up and down that pillow so smoothly as you penetrate me again and again. You work my pussy as i mash my pussy onto that poker oyna pillow hard. I toss back my head and scream your name as i feel my orgasm rushing through me.
I pull out that monster strap on. The fourteen inch black cock with the fake balls. I attach it to the end of the pillow and slowly slide off my drenched thong, down my long tanned legs. I ease my pussy down that cock, covering it with sweet scented juices. I cover twelve inches and then rise back up again to the tip before pushing my pussy down it hard and fast managing to cover thirteen inches. I cup my breasts together imagining your hands over my body as i keep fucking you. As i rise up and slam down again faster and faster i feel the pleasure building up in me as once more i force myself down that cock, this time holding fourteen inches in my tight burning pussy. “Yes, Oh yes!” I scream imagining the whole length of your cock held deep in my pussy. I carry on fucking that strap canlı poker oyna on and covering it and the pillow in my juice until once more i scream as i come. “Oh God! Fuck yes!”
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I know that i still have one good hard toy to yet use. I clamp that vibrator to my pussy and clit as my third orgasm waves over me. “Oh!” I manage to shout, over and over.
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“Hey, I’m Donte.” the muscular black furniture delivery guy said as I opened the door. “We’ve got you furniture from AAA Furniture.” He added referencing the other two guys behind him holding the side piece of the sectional couch my wife and I had recently purchased.

“C’mon in guys. Let me show you where it’s going.” I said as I lead them to the open basement door. I walked down the stairs with Donte walking behind me and the other two articulating the piece of furniture down the stairs behind him.

“We’d like it set up right over here by the television.” I told them. “My wife would like it off the wall enough to walk behind it.”

Donte was shorter than me, maybe 5′ 8″ or so. Though he was wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt it was clear that he had thick muscular legs, powerful shoulders, and beefy arms. He was lighter skinned but had the cultural dread lock hair. The other 2 guys were darker skinned and thinner but clearly strong as they easily carried the large love seat portion of my new sectional.

After setting down the first piece all 3 men headed back upstairs to retrieve the other pieces. I couldn’t help but imagine what was between their legs. Did they fit the stereotype and have thick cocks? Or were they packing more normal size black dicks. I myself have a small white penis approximately 4″ rock hard. I’m not gay, I mean I’m married and love the female body but I have sucked a few men off over the years. For me it’s about the humiliation of the act rather than an attraction to men. After I suck a guy off I feel ashamed and degraded and I get off on that.

“Mr. Smith if you’d like to call your wife down to approve the set up you can do that now. We’ll have it together in just a few minutes.” Donte told me. “JJ and Will are bringing the last piece down now.”

“Oh she’s not home Donte. I’m sure it’ll be fine and if not I’ll have my son help me adjust it later when he gets home.” I answered.

Just then I saw the other 2 guys coming down the last few steps. I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in Will’s sweat pants. As he walked something was swinging from side to side. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Look at that shit Donte!” JJ said. “You were right about these suburban white guys!”

“I told you bro.” Donte smiled and nodded towards me.

“I’m sorry. What?” I was confused.

“Donte was telling us that white suburban guys love to suck black cock.” JJ looked right at me. “By the way you are staring at Will’s big dick I’m guessing he’s right. We had big Will let his snake swing to test you and man you failed.” He added laughing.

“Oh it’s not that I…” I started to say before being interrupted.

“Look man, we all know what’s going to happen now.” Donte said while pushing his sweats down to reveal his fairly thick and rapidly growing dick.

I was truly a little scared at this point. I have only sucked off other white suburban men like myself. It wasn’t there cock size that worried me, as I’ve sucked some big ones, but it was their thuggish look and apparent insistence that made me worried.

“How about this?” Will asked while pulling out the biggest cock I have ever seen. He was very dark skinned and his dick was no different. It must have been 10 to 11 real inches and as thick as my wrist. It didn’t stand straight up even hard probably because of its weight.

But while being afraid of these urban black men I was also very intrigued by their black cocks. I wondered what they would taste like. They looked kind of sweaty to be honest but they had just carried in my furniture. I felt a sexual urge but I was very unsure of the situation. I couldn’t take my eyes off those cocks either.

“Why don’t you strip down and come over here on your knees like a good boy?” Donte said as he wiggled his now fully hard cock. He was probably 7″ or so and very thick.

“I guess most of you middle aged white guys daydream about sucking black cock. You got some right here. No one has to know.” JJ chimed in convincingly. He had now pushed poker oyna his jeans down and was stroking his cock to bring it to full hardness. JJ’s dick was thinner than both the others but looked to be slightly longer than Donte’s.

It’s true. I have jerked off while daydreaming about sucking a black man, granted I assumed it would stay just a fantasy. My small dick was now fully hard behind my pants as I contemplated my next move. I certainly loved the feeling of humiliation when I sucked dick but I was still apprehensive of them.

The three men were all standing with their pants down and cocks in their hands. Thank god my wife or daughter wasn’t home.

“Let’s go man. Strip down and get on this dick white boy.” Donte said in a now more threatening voice.

I felt like they might forcefully make me suck them if I don’t do something soon which, if I’m being honest, was a somewhat appealing thought. But it might involve violence and I didn’t want that. So I took a step towards the group. Fuck it, I was going to suck my first black cock. Well, first three black cocks.

“He said strip first bitch!” JJ ordered.

“Oh fuck!” I thought.

I stood there and slowly took my shirt off revealing my pale dad bod. I kicked off my Sperry’s, pulled my socks off, and let my pants drop to my ankles. I kicked everything to the side and walked towards the men in my boxers.

“Everything mother fucker.” Donte barked pointing at my boxer shorts.

Knowing I was about to reveal my short thin white penis to men that probably hadn’t wielded something like this since they were toddlers was actually exhilarating. I knew I would be embarrassed and that thought turned me on even more. So I slid my boxers down off my legs and stood up straight for my new friends to see.

“Holy shit!!” JJ said laughing.

“That’s not a dick!” Donte added.

“Fuck man, did you have an accident or have some kind of deformity?” Will asked somewhat seriously.

“Your poor wife!” Donte said to approval from the others. “And that’s hard? Homeboy better be good at eatin’ pussy!”

Again I took a step towards the men ready to suck their black rods. The degradation was driving me insane.

“On your knees bitch.” Will said. “You come to us respectfully. You white cock suckers need to approach real men on your knees.”

So I knelt down. Probably 10 feet away from their hard cocks that they were all wiggling in their hands. I walked on my knees over to them. I approached Donte first as he was in the middle. I reached out and put my hand on his cock. That thick cock felt so much different than mine. I hadn’t sucked anyone off in a long time, and even longer since I sucked a big cock. I wasn’t sure if I could handle this. I held his cock at the base and pointed it towards my mouth. I opened wide and took the head into my mouth.

“There you go bitch. Much better. Showing respect to a black man.” Donte said.

“His little weenie is rock hard too man!” One of the guys said. “He must be in heaven right now getting to taste dark meat!”

Truthfully I was still tentative but I wanted to relax and just enjoy this new experience. Donte’s dick had a slightly salty taste, probably a mix of sweat and pre-cum. I swirled my tongue around the thick head and then took it as deep as I could into my mouth. That proved to be not very far with his thickness. My jaw wasn’t used to something this big. Donte took my head in his hands and slowly rocked back and forth sliding only the first couple of inches onto my mouth. I took my free hands and reached to the cocks on either side of me. I stroked the other two cocks while Donte loosened my jaw.

“Dam Donte. You called this for sure. We’re gonna flood this white faggots mouth with some seed!” JJ said.

“What turns you white guys into fag cock suckers?” Will asked. I assume he didn’t expect a response considering his friend was using my mouth as a pocket pussy.

The humiliation I was feeling was turning me on like never before. Between their canlı poker oyna constant comments about my small penis, the laughing at it, and the degrading names they were calling me, I was ready to cum without even touching my little prick.

My jaw was now loosened up and stretched to its max with Donte’s thick black cock working it’s way deeper in my throat. I certainly couldn’t take him to the base but his cock head was banging against the back of my throat. Donte has picked up the pace and announced to me and his friends that he was ready to shoot his load.

“Over here.” Will said. “Pull out and cum on my cock Donte. I’m gonna make him lick it off.”

So with Will holding his giant cock straight out Donte pulled out of my mouth and sprayed a huge amount of hot cum all over his friends anaconda. From head to base Will’s long thick cock was covered in black spunk.

“Lick that jizz off bitch.” Will commanded.

I put one hand on the under side of Will’s mammoth dick to hold it level, stuck my tongue out and began to lap up the cum his coworker had just deposited. I couldn’t believe the weight of his cock. The humiliation had now driven me to the point of compete intoxication. I was currently a complete cock sucking fag for these men.

“Is that your first taste of black seed white boy?” One of them asked.

“Mmhmmm.” I muttered as I licked up the warm tasty treat from Will’s prick.

“We should fuck him!” JJ said to the others. “You want some cock in that white ass bitch?”

My eyes bulged out. “I’m not..it’s just that…I don’t do that. I haven’t done that.” I stuttered while still licking up Donte’s cum.

“He’s a virgin JJ. I couldn’t even get it in that tight hole!” Will said. “But if you want to go ahead.”

So evidently it didn’t matter that I didn’t want to get ass fucked. Or that I had never done it.

“Okay. Why don’t you sit down Will so I can get his ass up in the air?” JJ said not caring about my opinion on the matter.

So Will sat down on the edge of my new couch and held his cock out. “Come over here and suck me so JJ can get at that virgin ass.” he said.

Feeling very horny now and knowing I didn’t have a choice I walked over to Will and bent over and took the enormous dark purple head of his cock in my mouth. Almost immediately JJ was behind me slapping my ass with his long skinny cock. I was so turned on at their total disregard for me that my cock was leaking pre-cum and I was ready to bust having not touched my dick at all.

“Get ready to feel that cherry pop bitch!” JJ said and he wiped a generous amount of spit on my puckered asshole. He pulled my

cheeks apart and pressed the head of his snake against my sphincter and applied constant but surprisingly gentle pressure. I found myself wigging my ass a little in an effort to assist his dick that was slowly working it’s way inside me. I was preoccupied with the desire to feel him inside me.

I was using both hands to stroke Will’s giant black cock while JJ was slowly pushing farther into my ass. His skinny cock felt enormous in my virgin ass even though he only had a little more than the head in at this point. I couldn’t imagine the damage if Donte or Will had decided to fuck me. Just then JJ must have gotten past some particular part of my sphincter because he cock suddenly slid in much deeper.

“There you go white bitch! You ain’t a virgin anymore!” JJ stated the obvious.

JJ now pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back in, this time I felt his hips hit against my ass. The full length of his thin 9″ dick was inside me and I’ve got to tell you, it felt fucking good. I was having trouble concentrating on sucking the dick in front of me with this new experience happening.

“Hey fag. Are you gonna suck this or should I fuck your ass too?” Will asked looking down at his cock in my hands.

“Sorry sir. I mean Will. I’ve just never felt a dick…”

“Just suck it and shut up!” Will interrupted me.

I went back to work internet casino on Will’s dick with my hands and mouth as best I could while JJ was still slowly long stroking in and out of my asshole. He would give my ass an occasional slap but was calling me names and talking down to me the whole time.

“Have him put these on.” Donte said as he threw a pair of my wife’s panties over to me. Apparently he had gone into my bedroom and gotten a thong out of her drawer while I was preoccupied with his friends. Again, I knew I didn’t have a choice.

“Don’t stop sucking though!” Will warned.

JJ pulled out of my ass. I felt a slight gape since I had never had anything, even a toy, in my ass before. I lifted one foot and then the other as JJ put the thong on me and pulled it up to my waist. I had never gotten into wearing panties but I could tell right away I would be exploring this further on my own. I felt so completely humiliated and the cum was seeping heavily out of my cock into the silky panties.

JJ pulled the thong to the side, re-entered my ass, and began pumping faster than before. With the rhythm of his fucking I allowed my mouth to bob on Will’s monster cock head. I was also stroking him with both hands which helped me keep my balance. Will must have enjoyed the rhythm because he grabbed my hair and told me he was going to cum and I better not let a drop of it go to waste.

“Here you go white bitch!” Will yelled as his gigantic cock began pulsating and spewing hot black cum into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could and his balls kept emptying into my mouth. What must have been a pint of semen passed my tongue and landed down into my stomach. Just then I felt an extremely hard smack on my ass and JJ announced that he was going to “fertilize my white ass.”

“I’m gonna fill you up bitch boy.” JJ said as his body tensed up. He was pulling on the thong to hold me back into him as he deposited his load of creamy spunk deep into my bowels. I could feel every expansion and contraction of his long cock with every shot. That feeling and the rubbing of my ridiculous dicklet on the silk crotch of the panties caused me to explode as well.

With one final smack JJ backed out of me and wiped his cock on the ass of panties. Donte was fully clothed and JJ pulled his pants up. Will was still sitting on the couch with his pants off when I stood up.

“How was your first black cock bitch?” Will asked me.

“Good sir. Will. I mean…it was good.” I stammered out. I looked down to see the wet cum spot on my panties. I felt so humiliated.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get better at sucking my cock. It’s a lot for someone that’s not used to it.” He told me.

“Get better?” I asked.

“Yes. You’re going to be our white bitch now. We’re going to use your mouth and ass for our pleasure. Right guys?” Will smiled revealing his pearly whites.

“That’s right man. If not I can just show this video to your wife and kids.” Donte said holding up a cell phone. “They’ll love the part where you licked my cum off Will’s cock.”

“Oh come on guys. What can I do to get that video deleted forever? This was just a one time thing for me.” I pleaded even though being in a blackmail situation was kind of exhilarating.

Will stood up and pulled his sweats over his giant cock. “Nothing bitch. And this wasn’t a one time thing either. You’re going to be our cum whore. Video or not. And you know you want more of these black dicks anyway. You’d be calling us if we didn’t decide to own you.”

At that the three guys told me they had to get off to their next delivery and headed up the stairs. I walked up behind them still wearing my wife’s thong with my little wet dick hidden behind the small patch of silk fabric.

“One of us will call you in a few days. You’re going to service us at least once a week. Maybe more. Don’t worry, we won’t bother your wife with any of this if you go along with the fun. But if you want to fuck around not only will we show her the video we’ll post it on your social media.”

“I understand.” Was all I could say. I stood there in the doorway watching them walk to the truck in shock. I couldn’t believe that all just happened. I mean I absolutely loved it but I was absolutely afraid of what’s to come.

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I knew what my husband wanted. It wasn’t a big secret. He had come right out and said it. “I want to watch you make yourself cum!”

But knowing what he wanted and giving it to him are two entirely different things. I had seen how excited he got when my fingers slid over my throbbing clit while his slid deeply into my pussy. As my orgasms ripped through me, he would fuck me harder and faster. My fingers knew exactly how to pull another knee-trembler from my engorged clit. I knew he could feel those fingers strumming away at my juicy slit, feeling his hard shaft filling my juicy hole and caressing his balls as he pounded away. Those sessions were always the best, producing the strongest orgasms and the leaving me gasping and close to passing out in ecstasy.

But a solo performance was another matter entirely. Unlike most women (or so I have read), masturbation never has been easy for me. Once or twice a year in over ten years of a highly satisfying sex life was all that I had needed. But my husband deserved this little diversion and I wanted to give it to him.

I picked my night carefully. I wanted to surprise him so I dropped some hints about being tired which was our own little code that signaled a nonsexual evening. I took a hot shower, and headed off to bed early leaving my husband in front of the TV.

When he came to bed, I was ready and I can only imagine what he thought when he came into the room. There I was, naked in the middle of the bed with my legs spread wide for him. The room was lit by candles but I had positioned a desk lamp to provide a pool of light that illuminated the area between my thighs. He stopped dead in his tracks and I had to laugh as his cock immediately responded to the sight and jutted out of his robe.

I had the undivided attention poker oyna of my audience. I took a deep breath and started the show…

Despite my nervousness, I was ready for this. I hoped that the wetness that I felt between my legs was glistening in the light. My hands slid over my breasts, lightly grazing my nipples which were already hard and providing a pleasant aching sensation. I spread my legs as far as I could and brought my hands down my sides to cup my ass cheeks and to slowly and enticingly spread myself so that my audience could see my tight puckered asshole (a big crowd favorite) and my pink tunnel of love. My fingers lightly traced my labia and I heard my husband’s intake of breath as I spread the moisture down toward my welcoming holes.

Normally I would have to work very hard with my imagination to drive myself toward orgasm but just the act itself was now more than enough. I gasped myself as I felt droplets of moisture ooze from my wide-spread pussy and settle on my anus.

Now my fingers were tracing my lips, dipping into my pussy to sample the excitement there. I could feel my clit throbbing in anticipation but I wanted to make this last as long as possible so I kept my hands away from that hot button. I could feel my husband’s eyes boring into me watching my every move. He took a step closer to the bed and I watched with amazed eyes as a huge drop of pre-cum pulsed out of the head of his cock and fell in long strand towards the floor.

My pussy responded with a throb of its own and more hot love juice, coating my fingers and they roamed up and down my slit. A moan escaped my lips. This was far easier and more exciting than I had ever imagined. I could feel my nipples getting even harder and the ache they produced spread downward toward my pleasure canlı poker oyna holes.

I knew how much my husband liked anal play and so I took this opportunity to do my own experimentation. Anal was not part of my own solo efforts but tonight it was going to be headliner. My slippery fingers slid over my pucker and prodded gently at my tightness. I closed my eyes so that I could concentrate on the feelings without any interruption. I relaxed and slowly inserted the tip of my finger into my ass. My other hand continued a languid movement over my labia. My whole world compressed down to those two throbbing holes.

Time ceased to exist. When I opened my eyes when I realized that my finger was buried completely in my upturned ass and that I was actually trying to get even more inside me. My husband’s cock was red and visibly throbbing. Droplets of cum were falling in a steady stream onto the bed. He had moved even closer while I was lost in the sensations. Even more cum oozed out as I began to saw my finger in and out of my tight anus. This was a new feeling for me. I had never fingered my own ass. My husband did it for me and I had even allowed him to fill it with his cock on several rare occasions. The orgasms I got from those times were amazing. I wanted more but everything had to be perfect for an anal fuck so it was always a special treat, not a common occurrence. Now, with my own finger moving in and out, I couldn’t even imagine how he got his cock into this hot, tight hole. My own finger felt enormous.

The aching sensation swept over my clit which peeked out from its hood and begged for attention. But the time was not yet right. I pushed two fingers into my pussy which was literally swimming in my juices. I continued to finger-fuck my ass and I immersed myself internet casino in the feeling of a double penetration. I loved it when my pussy was filled with cock while my husband’s finger buried itself in my ass. And now that feeling came over me again as I lay there under my lover’s eyes, filling both my holes with my own fingers.

My orgasm was approaching. I hadn’t even touched my clit and the tightening of my stomach muscles that signaled the oncoming explosion was taking over my senses. I brought my thumb up to touch my throbbing button which I continued my own penetrations. A flash of light arced across my vision. I couldn’t stop now, if I had wanted to.

Why didn’t I do this more often? I stared at my husband, forcing his gaze from my glistening pussy and as our eyes locked I reached the climax that I had been reaching for.

I had to force myself to keep my legs open as my orgasm overtook me. My stomach muscles tightened and I arched off of the bed. Sexual heat poured from between my thighs as I pushed my fingers as deeply as I could into my throbbing holes and flicked my engorged clit. The flashes of light became bolts of lightning. I bounced wildly on the bed as the sensations overwhelmed me. My orgasm climbed to a peak, detonated and then climbed again pulling a scream of joy from my mouth. The orgasms kept coming in little machine-gun like pulses. I could feel my holes clamped down on my fingers and trying to suck them even deeper into my body. It felt endless.

I tried to keep my eyes locked on my lover but the continual firing of nerve impulses kept pulling them closed. It was like trying to sneeze without closing your eyes. I couldn’t do it. My eyes flew open though when I felt drops of hot liquid shower my upturned legs. My lover’s cock which I had never seen him touch was pouring out spurt after spurt of hot cum. The creamy ropes gushed out and spattered my quivering thighs.

It certainly appears that he liked the show. I think I’ll make sure that he gets some more chances to watch me.

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