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Alexis – a ‘moment’ in time, Part 4

This is part 4 in the “Alexis – a ‘moment in time’ saga”, sequel to part 3. If you read this part and have not read the prequel parts, I suggest you do, in order to follow the story. If you only care for the sex scenes …be my guest. For those who follow the story of Alexis and me …keep reading.

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The Seduction of James the Motel Manager

Motels seem to bring out the naughty side of many of us; something along the lines of “When the cat’s away, etc”. But for me recently, a motel-room with lousy TV reception resulted in my sharing my bed with the Motel Manager! Even now, I can’t believe how I managed that!

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Alexis – a ‘moment’ in time, Part 2

irstly, as commented by one reader, the initial story “Alexis – a ‘moment’ in time” was insanely long, but I tried drawing the reader into the story. And secondly, I apologies for not realizing my gender showed as male, unnoticed by me, last time I checked, definitely female.. To all the readers – first read the first part as this part is a sequel to it, in fact all following parts will complete the whole story. Lastly, for all that enjoy not only the sex scenes, but the whole story, keep reading, in the end it might leave you… well just keep reading.

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The Craving – Part 1

The following story is entirely true and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.

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Story 23 – The Old Men

Hi, I’m Lucy and I’m 24.
I guess if you’ve read any of my previous stories you’d know what a filthy slut I am. I’d been trying to stop having sex with the help of my psychologist but a couple of days earlier I’d lost control and had sex with a 16 year old boy I’d met at my gym. I met up with him a half dozen times over the next few weeks. Each time he emptied his load inside me, in my pussy, mouth and finally my arse it took away my cravings for a few days, but each time there returned stronger. My heart would pound in my chest and my blood would feel like it was in my veins.
Fucking the young boy left me yearning for more. He just didn’t seem to be able to make me cum. I’d been looking on a website, Fabswinger, to try and meet some people for some discreet fun. Once I’d put a picture up and got verified by a few skype conversations with other members, I started to get a lot of messages. Guys telling me how much they loved my pictures and what they’d like to do to me. How they’d like to force their hard cock up my pussy or arse, spunk in my face and on my tits. It all sounded good and got me hot but I was looking for something specific.
I got my wish when I was contacted by a guy called Trevor from Manchester. I’d put on my profile that I loved gangbangs and that I wanted to be used by a group of older men. Trevor was 64, much older than my 24 years. He and his friends lived in a retirement home and they had their own fantasy to act out. It seemed I was just the type of girl they were looking for.
I built up the courage and agreed to meet him and one of his friends in a bar opposite London Euston train station. When the day came I was nervous, I don’t know why. I’d fucked plenty of strangers and I had been in a number of situations where if I’d tried to change my mind I could have gotten hurt.
I arrived early, got a drink and sat in one of the empty booths. It was busier than I expected for early afternoon and there was a big 40 year old black guy at the bar who looked familiar. I couldn’t be sure but I think he paid to fuck me once, cuming in my mouth at the end of our session. I couldn’t remember all the guys I’d fucked whilst working as a whore, partly because they so often liked to fuck me from behind so I didn’t get to see their faces that much. I remembered this guy because his spunk tasted foul and it was one of the few loads I’d had to spit out rather than swallow. When he turned to look at me and whispered something to his friend I knew it was him. I wondered whet he was telling his friend.
Trevor had sent me his pic, so when he walked in with his friend I signalled to them to join me at the table.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” Trevor said. “This is Albert.”
“Hi,” Albert said and smiled.
Albert was maybe 70, with grey hair but he was taller than Trevor and still quite muscular. He sat down on one side of me and Trevor sat on the other side. Albert’s hand found my knee and moved up the inside of my leg.
We talked for a while and finally got down to what they wanted to do to me. They had this little fantasy; Trevor and his 7 friends. They wanted to dress me up like a school girl and spit roast me all night. The thought of it got my pussy so wet that I had to slip off for the toilet to wipe my pussy.
I came out of the stall after a few minutes to find the big black client with the fowl tasting cum waiting for me.
“I locked the door,” he said. “How much to fuck you ?”
“I’m with friends,” I said.
“Fifty pound for a quickie,” he said. “I’ll cum quick,” he begged. He pulled the money from his wallet and handed it towards me. I took it and slipped it into my pocket before I undid my belt and started to pull my jeans down.
“How much for bareback?” he asked.
“Another fifty,” I replied.
He took another fifty from his wallet and passed it to me. I bent over the sink and looked in the mirror as he undid his belt and liberated his big black cock from his trousers. He took up position behind me and pressed the tip of his cock to my pussy lips. I could feel the tip slipping past my wet labia and gliding into my wet pussy.
He took hold of my hips and thrust into me as hard as he could. He picked up the pace, bagging my fuck hole as a moaned. It didn’t take long, but the hot streams of spunk flowing into me felt amazing. Normally, a load of cum inside me dulled my needs to be used and my blood would stop boiling. But the idea of getting gangbanged once more by Trevor and his friends kept my blood on fire.
I could feel the cock now buried inside of me softening; and then it slipped from my cunt with a load of cum that dropped into my knickers. I pulled my cum covered knickers up and felt te damp spunky fabric stick to my arse.
“Thanks,” he said. “I love fucking white sluts. Do you like black cum?”
“Yes, i love all cum. I can’t get enough.”
“Are you still at the whore house?”
“Massage parlour. Yes but not as often. If you ring up they’ll let you know when i’m working. Justdon’t tell them i let you bareback me. They aren’t too keen on that.”
He smiled. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned away and let him self out of the bathroom.
I quickly cleaned myself up and left the bathroom, making my way back to Trevor and Albert who were still sitting at the table with a pint.
“We thought you’d left us. You’ve been gone 20 minutes.”
“Sorry,” I replied. I looked over at the guy who’d just fucked me. He was whispering to his friend who kept glancing in my direction. 3 I bumped into a friend in the toilet and we got talking.”
“Albert thought you were backing out,” Trevor said.
I glanced at Albert. “Look, why don’t you take me back to your hotel and ehhh

, test fuck me,” I smiled.
They stared at me.
“Look, you came a long way and Albert still thinks I’m not going to go through with it.”
They agreed nervously, still unsure if I’d let them slide their hard cocks inside of my young pussy and ride me like a cheap slut. They followed me from the bar and they took me to their hotel, which was luckily just round the corner. My pussy was tingling and I didn’t think I could have walked very far without pushing something inside of me.
We took the lift up to the fourth floor. Albert’s hands stroking my arse lightly through my jeans.
Trevor fumbled with the key as Albert, standing behind me, pushed his hands around to the front and squeezed my tits. His tongue found me ear and he whispered “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
As soon as I crossed the threshold their hands were all over me. Squeezing at my tits. Trevor’s hands found my belt buckle and he started to yank at it hard as Albert caressed my arse. My belt came open, then the button popped and the zip of my jeans was pushed down. Trevor pushed his hands into my panties and I felt two of his fingers find my pussy. He jammed them inside me and finger fucked me vigorously as I moaned.
Albert thrust his tongue into my mouth as he pushed his left hand inside my blouse and cupped my left tit. Their groping got more forceful and I slipped between them, their bodies sandwiching me. I pulled at Trevor’s trousers, freeing his old hard cock
“You want me to suck your cock Trevor?”
“Yes, please,” he said.
I dropped quickly to me knees and took his cock in my hands. I licked the tip as it twitched and then took the whole thing into my mouth. It tasted salty, his precum coating my tongue. He rubbed his hands through my hair as his old cock rubbed against the back of my young throat.
“That feels so good,” he moaned as he began to thrust back and forward into my throat.
Albert knelt behind me and started to pull my jeans and panties down exposing my firm arse. His hands kneaded the soft flesh and his fingers found my cunt. Albert fumbled with my clit for a few seconds before pushing two fingers inside me.
“Her pussy’s so wet,” he said.
I smiled as I remembered the load of spunk still sitting deep inside me, lubricating for cunt for him.
He slammed his fingers in and out of me rapidly. I moaned loudly, my cries of pleasure muffled by the old cock fucking my throat.
“I gotta fuck her,” Albert said. “I have to cum in her pussy.”
I pulled Trevor’s cock from my mouth and looked over my shoulder. Albert rushed to release his rock hard fuck tool from his trousers. He looked at me and smiled.
“You’re going to love this,” he said.
“How old is that cock?” I asked.
“69.”
“Then fuck me with it.”
I turned away and Trevor forced his cock back into my gaping mouth.
I felt Albert’s hard cock against the flesh of my bare buttocks. He pulled my arse backwards towards him getting me into a position to be spit roasted. I felt the tip of his old cock against me vulva. He massaged my pussy with his bell end, smothering his cock with my cunt juices and black cum.
Albert grabbed my hips and thrust his cock straight inside me. He fucked me hard and fast. I moaned and sucked on Trevor’s rod.
“That’s it. Fuck this slut Albert,” Trevor said. “Fill her cunt with spunk.”
“Her pussy is nice and tight,” Albert replied. He pounded and pounded my cunt as fast as he could. He moaned and moaned until his thrust slowed and he screamed. Rope after rope of hot spunk flowed into me, filling my womb with his juice.
He fell backwards onto the floor exhausted. Trevor pushed me to the ground. I was flat on my back, on the carpet as he mounted. He pushed his cock slowly into me. I wrapped my legs round his back drawing his cock deeper into my fuck tunnel.
“Fuck her Trev,” Albert said. “Pump that pussy.”
“She’s such a slut,” Trevor replied as he ploughed my cunt. Thrusting his cock in and out of me.
I was in ecstasy. My body shook and waves of heat overwhelmed me as Trevor cried out and flooded my cunt with a second sticky load.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me too the floor beneath him.
“I never thought she’d really let us fuck her,” Albert said.
Trevor rolled off of me and sat up against the bed. “She’s a right slut this one,” he replied.
I lay on the floor exhausted. Albert stroked my head with his hand, “Don’ t worry baby. As soon as I’m hard again I’m going cum in your face.”
Trevor fingered my pussy, scooping a mix of spunk and pussy juice out of me with his fingers before feeding it too me.
“When you come up to Manchester, I’ve got 8 guys who’ll do things to you you’ll never forget. You’ll be their whore all night.
I smiled.

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The Vicar’s Wife Returns

I couldn’t have been two minutes out of the drive and less than a mile down the road towards the train station – when Ali caught sight of Marjorie coming up the drive. She was looking out of the kitchen window and noticed that Marjorie had bounce in her step – not the trudging walk of an ageing doyen. No walking stick either, although still the beetle crusher shoes, pop socks, tweed twin set and that awful black hat sat on top of her head with her massive hair all coiled underneath. Beginning of summer and she had the silly gloves on.
Ali opened the front door. “Nice to see you Marge. Come on in.” Ali walked back in the kitchen leaving Marjorie to close the door. They had a different relationship now – no longer the power plays and condescending attitude. Marjorie dutifully closed the door and stepped into the kitchen. “Tea or coffee Marge – I have both – freshly made – and freshly baked Madeleines.
“Oh that sounds lovely Allison.”
“Why don’t you call me Ali – all my friends do?” As she turned her linen shorty robe fell open exposing her breasts – never did find that sash belt – I had hidden it in my sock drawer. I had only a few minutes before been playing with her breast – sucking on her nipples. They were still hard and dark red – swollen to bursting and still moist. Marjorie’s eyes were fixed on her breasts – boring holes like a laser in her nipples.
“Okay 
 Ali.”
“What can I do for you Marge?”
“I came by this morning to talk about yesterday.”
“Yeah 
 I wanted to say before you left yesterday – you are a great fuck Marge.” Ali could see the word had stuck in Marjorie’s craw – yet less than 24 hours ago she was screaming ‘fuck me’ – at the top of her lungs. It wasn’t in her nature to swear and she didn’t tolerate it from others – especially other women. Ali came around the kitchen island with the cups and saucers – her robe flowing open even more exposing her pussy in plain sight for Marjorie. Ali placed the china down on the counter and without notice she placed her hands on the sides of Marjorie’s face and gave her a full kiss. It took a little pressure – but she got her tongue into Marjorie’s mouth and was exploring her throat. Ali unbuttoned Marjorie’s jacket and cupped her breasts – then reached down and took Marjorie’s hand and placed it on her breast. Marjorie instinctively kneaded Ali breast and played with her nipples.
Ali pulled her tongue back and Marjorie put her tongue in Ali’ s mouth – while bringing her other hand up to cup Ali’s other breast. Ali pulled back. “Your tongue is sweet Marge. But I see you have the same bra on and the same problem. Are you busy today?” Marjorie stammered to get the words out.
“No 
 no 
 actually I have cancelled todays’ committee meetings. I have the day free.”
“Good – I’ll make a couple of phone calls – pour yourself a drink – the Madeleines are on the stove top.” Ali reached for the wall phone and made two calls. “Excellent they can see us this morning.”
“Who can see us this morning?”
“I go to a beauty salon on the way to Guildford and they have a private area. And there is a lingerie shop in the same parade. This man is a genius and he’ll solve your bra problem – he has a private fitting area for his exclusive clients. Let’s face it Marge you are a local dignitary and need to be afforded the most discrete service.” She played to Marjorie’s vanity and it was working. “Vicar Adam won’t miss you for a few hours will he?”
“No – we sometimes don’t see each other for the entire day.”
“Good – finish your tea and I’ll get dressed – be right back.” She went into her dressing room and put on a wraparound Diane Von Furstenberg print summer dress. A pair of hold up sheer stockings but no panties or bra. That was the beauty of a Furstenberg wrap – it gave you the needed support for the breasts. The print pattern camouflaged her not wearing a slip or underwear. A little make up, lipstick, a pair of low heels and her hair up in a scrunchie clip and she was ready to go. She had a shower when she first got up that morning. When Ali returned to the kitchen Marjorie was just finishing her tea.
“Where is this salon Ali?”
“It’s a surprise and my treat – don’t worry – you’ll love it.” Ali led the way into the hall and through to the garage. “Hop in Marge.” I had given Ali a vintage BMW coupe a few years ago in an attempt to try and pull her out of her depression. She now loves to drive the county roads and it has given her the freedom to travel wider than her old push bike – especially in this hilly part of Hampshire. Although the bike did develop a fantastic pair of legs – I’ve got to admit. The bike was donated to the Oxfam Shop and she now uses her exercise equipment. Absolutely a better cardio workout than the bike ever was – yet still keeps her pins trim.
They drove towards the Surrey border and stopped in a small village. Ali parked up by the green and walked to the parade of shops. She opened the door to the beauty salon and ushered Marjorie inside. The receptionist stood up. “Hello Ali.” They embraced and kissed on the lips. I have the private suite all ready and Bethany is your therapist this morning.
“Thanks Kim – let’s go Marge.” Ali led Marjorie down the length of the salon between all the stations. Young women working on young women – cutting, colouring, highlighting and styling hair. Polishing nails giving facials. Not the kind of salon that Marjorie frequented. ‘Tony’s Hairdressers’ back in the village mostly did blue rinses, set and blow dry on a clientele that was predominately pension age. This was foreign territory – the smells – the products and mostly the noise of women chatting and the background rock beat. They passed through the double curtain into a very feminine space with soft lighting and mood music another alien space for Marjorie. “Can we have the security door Bethany?”
“Sure Ali.” Bethany slid the partition closed and it snapped with a click. She offered Marjorie a duck egg grey smock. “You can change behind the curtain in the alcove.”
“What get undressed?”
“Oh course ma’am.”
“This is Marge Bethany – a good friend of mine – none of this ma’am business – okay? Come on Marge let’s get you undressed.” They walked into the alcove.
“I’m not comfortable with all this Ali.”
“Of course you’re not – but you’ll love it – trust me.” Ali went behind her and helped her off with her tweed jacket. Marjorie unbuttoned her blouse and Ali undid her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Then she pulled down her slip. “Oh Marge you dirty girl – no panties.” Marjorie turned beet red and was obviously flustered. Ali helped her off with her blouse and then undid the clasp on her bra setting her large breasts free. Surprisingly they didn’t drop to her knees – but it was obvious they needed support. Ali put her hands under her arms and cupped her breasts.
“Ali don’t.” Ali grabbed the smock and put it over Marjorie’s shoulders and came around to tie the sash around her waist. She leaned down and took one of Marjorie’s nipples in her mouth and gave it a loud suck while pinching the other nipple. The result was two erect nipples. The sash was tied and they went back into the suite. Bethany gestured with her hand towards an outer space looking contraption.
“Have a seat Marge. Now what do we have in mind?” Ali stepped up.
“Short back and sides Bethany – but let’s keep the authentic sixties look okay – not too severe.” Bethany untied Marjorie’s sash as she was frozen in place. Bethany then opened the smock.
“Jesus Christ!” Marjorie looked down at her groin area.
“What?”
“I’ve never seen so much hair – how long since your last wax?”
“Wax – what are you talking about?” Ali put her hand on Marjorie’s shoulder and pointedly looked at Bethany.
“No wax today – just a trim and maybe a little shave to tidy up.” Bethany went over to the station and came back with a few hot towels and placed them on Marjorie’s thighs. Bethany lowered the chair back and got her equipment. An hour later Marjorie’s legs had been shaved all the way up to her groin. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into a nice V shape with a rounded top and shaved sides to make it neat. Her legs had been moisturised and massaged. Marjorie was completely relaxed. It had not been traumatic at all. She went to get up and discovered her underarms and upper lip had been shaved as well – she might have been asleep. Ali had gone out front and paid the cashier with her credit card and came back in and gave Bethany a twenty pound tip. “Thanks Bethany – that was very professional.” Ali went back in the suite. “Let’s get you dressed Marge we have an appointment next door.” They went into the alcove and Ali grabbed the industrial bra and threw it into the wastebin. “You won’t need that monstrosity ever again – not when we finish next door.”
“And what is next door pray tell?”
“Jerome is next door – a genius with lingerie – among his other talents.” Marjorie was very self-conscience walking along without a bra on – good thing it was only 50 feet to next door. Ali opened the door to the underwear shop and they stepped in. Jerome’s sister Germaine came up. She and Ali embraced and again kissed each other full on the lips.
“Welcome Ali – this way.” She turned and headed to the private lower level fitting room. Stepping through the door Marjorie was entering another totally alien space. Plush carpet with a wall of mirrors. They sat down on the seats that lined the walls opposite to the mirrors. The room was dominated by scarlet red.
“Relax Marge – we’ll have a cup of camomile tea.” Germaine left and a few minutes later returned with a gold coloured tray and two perfectly brewed camomile teas in vibrant coloured bone china cups. They had hardly finished the teas when Jerome swept in the room and closed the door behind him.
“Miss Ali – and this must be your friend Miss Marjorie.” His Jamaican accent was heavy – combined with his arm gesturing Marjorie could have thought he was a circus performer. In his mid-thigh length silk embroidered robe and Rastafarian hair he was a sight. It didn’t take long for Marjorie to notice the bulge in his robe concealing his massive cock. He held Marjorie’s hand and pulled her up and walked her over to the round raised platform in the centre of the room. “First we must remove this walking attire.” Without a protest from Marjorie Jerome had her naked in less than twenty seconds. He offered his hand and had her step onto the platform. As he stepped back he had a glaze come over his eyes. “What a magnificent figure woman.” As he cupped her breasts in his hands he sighed. “40 triple D cup.” He slid his hands down to her waist. “32 inch waist.” Then his hands fell to her hips. “38 inch hips.” Then he smacked her on the ass cheek. “And the ass that Bob Marley would be proud to kiss. You will need support Momma.” With that statement he was gone through the door. He returned a few minutes later with a corset like garment that encompassed a lovely bra. He held it up to her front and went around the back to fasten the Velcro clips. “No buttons, laces or hooks – easy to put on by yourself. Not a corset only for support of these lovely breasts.” He bent down and kissed each nipple taking them in turn into his mouth and sucking each one hard. Then he flipped up the bra cups and adjusted her breasts into each cup. He pointed at the mirror just a few feet away. “You see – your nipples are aroused – but they cannot be seen. Marjorie was pleased. The bustier was gorgeous in satin silk and lace with cream ribbons and bows. It was slightly boned and completely supported her breasts without straps. “Sit down lovely lady.” Marjorie sat on the edge of the platform. “I shall return.” And theatrically he breezed out of the room.
Ali came over and sat next to Marjorie. “Lovely huh?”
“Oh yes – he is a bit eccentric though.”
“Eccentric!” Ali laughed. “He’s Jamaican Marge.” Just then Jerome came back in and stepped over to where the women were sitting. He had a few panties in his hand that matched the fabric and colour of the bustier. He stroked his cock through the silk robe. Ali reached under his robe and lifted his cock with both hands. The robe fell away to reveal his manhood and Ali gently kissed his cock head and then put it in her mouth and began sucking. His cock grew harder and longer until she could not keep it in her mouth and she began licking the shaft up and down. She was moaning as she licked the length of his shaft when she felt Marjorie’s hand wrap around his cock.
“Oh My God – what a cock!” As she spoke Marjorie began to stroke his cock and Ali pulled her lips away. Marjorie placed her lips on the head and easily put his entire cock head in her mouth. Then to Ali’s amazement she took several inches down her throat and began sucking. She cupped his massive balls as she moaned and continued to suck more cock. Jerome kneeled on the platform shifting Marjorie’s back down on the platform. Ali slipped between Marjorie’s legs and spread her legs revealing the freshly trimmed and shaved pussy. She was already wet and her juices were flowing.
Ali put her mouth to the opening of Marjorie’s pussy to drink the elixir. She spread Marjorie’s pussy lips and began to lick her inner cavity. Then she came up and found her clit and began to suck. With that Marjorie arched her back and climaxed. Ali could taste the different juice cuming now from her aromatic pussy. As her legs began to quiver Jerome slid Ali over and he took her place between Marjorie’s prostate legs. He took her thighs and lifted them to completely expose Marjorie’s pussy and asshole. Bethany had done a very good job on Marjorie’s pubic hair. Still it was long and matted with fluid sticking to the skin. As Jerome placed his cock head against the opening of her pussy, Marjorie took in a short sharp gasp. “Oh yes fuck me you black bastard.” This didn’t offend Jerome it just made him thrust his cock in very hard. He pushed her legs back so her knees were at the sides of her head and he began to pump her wildly. Thrusting in and out Marjorie began to swear. “Yes fuck me you black animal – fuck me God Dam it – Oh motherfucker what a cock!”
Jerome was worked up and lasted more than 20 minutes pumping his cock into Marjorie. Ali lost count of the times she screamed in ecstasy one climax after another. The Vicar’s wife was more of an animal than Jerome – wrapping her stout legs pulling him in deeper. His balls were slapping against her ass hole and he trust in for the last time and began to cum. Marjorie screamed. “Yes – give me that black cum you bastard.” As he pulled his cock out of Marjorie’s pussy he was completely flaccid. He stood up.
“This white bitch has taken my seed and my soul.” He threw the panties to Ali. Pay Germaine for the top – the panties are free.” Ali went to the sink and made a wash cloth wet with hot water and went over to Marjorie and wiped her pussy clean. Jerome’s cum was still seeping out and Ali bent down to taste this black seed for herself. My God it was pungent with a strong acrid taste. She put the wash cloth on Marjorie’s pussy.
“Let’s get you dressed and I think you better keep that cloth down there you will be leaking for a while. We’ll go back to my place for a shower and a steam. You need to rest.”
“Rest – are you fucking crazy – I don’t need to rest – let’s go to your place I need you to fuck me. That’s what I need – not rest.” Marjorie’s bent up sexual frustration over the years had been released. Ali knew the feeling all too well.

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ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND: PART FOUR – Day Three

This story was too long so I’ve broken it into the three days that it took place during.  On Day One:  After five years apart, I was reunited with Belinda and Marcella at a friends wedding.  Belinda had been my high school girlfriend and Marcella was her best friend.  Back in 1999 when we were all nineteen or twenty, the three of us all had sex together a number of times.  In 2001, we reunited for one night of passion despite the fact that Marcella was engaged.  Now it’s five years later and Belinda and I have been broken up for three years.  Belinda is in a relationship with someone else at this point, and Marcella is going through a divorce.  When Marcella and I are finally alone, things heat up dramatically and we end up having sex in the front yard of my parents house in the middle of the night. On Day Two, we went to the wedding and Belinda got into more fights over the phone with her boyfriend Bruce.  After the wedding we went to my fathers house and drank some wine in the hot tub and listened to a crying Belinda worry over Bruce’s fidelity.  As the night wore on and the wine flowed, one thing led to another.  Marcella and I confessed our true feelings and the three of us went on to have another amazing sexual experience.  We talked about Marcella moving to Florida and the possibility of the three of us all living together.  Now it’s day three and I’m in for the biggest surprise of all…

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Mrs. Roby
It seems as though this all happened in a time warp in which I never had control of any of the events. Most people would have seen it coming and probably would have changed course knowing that what happened would be construed as deviant behavior. But then, I am not most people.
Growing up on a farm, just outside an ex-urban community, not too far from a major upper Midwest metropolitan area gave me the opportunity to have my life experiences in both. The rural part taught me to always complete the task and ignore the grime, while the urban side enriched me with the advantages of diversity, fueling my curiosity. So while going through high school, my hard work ethic and not being afraid of the dirt in the trenches made me a stand out varsity tight end on the football team. During this time, I befriended Mark who played wide receiver on our team. Mark’s family moved into the town from the city when he was a freshman, and being black, stuck out like a sore thumb (there were only two other black families in the whole school district). But never mind that, we became the best of friends. Maybe because I was ostracized for being a farm kid and Mark for being black, I do not know.
This led me into being close to Mark’s family, less his dad who was not around as much, but with his mother and little sister who is three or four years younger than Mark. Mark’s dad was much older than his mother, at least ten or fifteen years difference I would guess, and he was at least 300 pounds. Looked almost round.
Mark’s mother on the other hand, was a tall, athletically thin woman (picture a ten year younger Michelle Obama) mid thirties to late thirties at the most. To be honest she quite often became the focus of my fantasies, as I would jerk off.
Fast forward to the beginning of my senior year football season. I was a seventeen, almost six-foot, skinny white kid horny almost all the time.
At the end of the second week of practice I was to stay at Mark’s house because of a late Friday practice, coupled with my parents going out of town for the weekend, and my sixteen year-old sister have custody of the second family car this week.
Ok, this was all cool. Mark’s bedroom was down in the basement, next to the laundry room, which also was kind of a bathroom too. It had a shower stall, sink, and toilet all within the same room as the washer, dryer, and wash tubs. It was great for Mark as he could come home from practice; dump is dirty uniform in the washer, then jump in the shower all within a few steps.
Mark was gracious enough to offer his digs to me as he and his family planned on getting up early to go into the city. So Mark used his old bedroom upstairs and I had the complete run of his pad.
The next morning I slept in, way late for a farm boy. Figuring I was alone, I tossed my clothes to the side and walked around stark ass naked. Even walked up stairs and grabbed some cereal before heading back to take a shower.
Stepping out of the shower, I realized that I had forgotten a towel and noticed a pile of folded clothes on a table next to the dryer. Without even thinking about it I walked naked over to the table and started to reach for a towel when I noticed a couple of bra’s next to a stack of very sexy thong underwear. Oh yeah, my mind raced to the gutter, visualizing Mrs. Roby with just the thong underwear on with her luscious tits being cupped by the sexy Victoria’s Secret bra I was now holding in my hand.
Absent-mindedly my other hand moved to fondle my cock, then stroking it with the thoughts Mrs. Roby’s smooth chocolate skin, the imaginary scent of her sex, and my imagination of her sexual desire for me. Damn, my cock was hard as rock, my imagination overwhelming, squeezing my eyes shut trying to focus the picture in my head as I felt my body build to a climax. Then

Heard a shuffle sound. Turned towards it, my left hand holding Mrs. Roby’s bra and my right around my cock. There was Mrs. Roby, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
I froze; do not even think that a breath came out of me.
Mrs. Roby had a look of a deer caught in the headlights of a car; her eyes wide open along with her mouth in the form of an “O”.
Her eyes traveled to the bra I was holding, then to my now softening dick. I just stood there.
My eyes moved from her face down her body, noticing that she had on a tight fitting silky jogging suit on. It formed her body perfectly, the curve of her hips as they widened from her relatively thin waist, her flat stomach as it transcended down to where there was noticeable mound just above her crotch. And then
an obvious CAMEL TOE! My cock almost immediately began to respond again. I raised my eyes, Mrs. Roby’s nipples were reacting like my cock, hardening and poking straight out, the silky, stretchable material of her jogging suit offering no hindrance to the visibility.
This all happened in a moment, frozen in time.
Again, I just stood there.
Then, Mrs. Roby walked directly over to me, taking her bra from my hand and placing it without looking on the table. She placed her other hand behind my head pulling me to her, her lips meeting mine.
My mind tried to grasp what was happening, but my response was pure instinct as my tongue naturally found its way into her mouth.
Now I felt her free hand move to my cock, encircling it, foundling it, then grasping my balls.
My hands went directly to her tits, slightly squeezing them through her clothes, the hardness of her nipples begging my fingers to explore them. It all felt so right, but also so wrong.
I broke our embrace momentarily and started to say something, but Mrs. Roby placed a finger over my mouth to quite me.
Taking my hand, she led me out of the laundry room and straight to Mark’s bed.
Again turning towards me, she took her top off, then her sports bra, releasing her perfectly formed dark brown tits. Then pulled her tights off, exposing her trimmed pubic mound, thin athletic thighs, and firm formed ass.
Mrs. Roby steered me onto the bed, gently pushing me on my back. Sliding her hand down my chest, then my stomach, she wrapped her hand around my cock.
As she stroked my cock lightly, she gave me a slight smile, and then licked the end of my knob.
I was never fortunate to have had an actual experience past second base so this was all new to me. I did not know how to react, so just let my body take its course.
Mrs. Roby’s mouth went around the head of my shaft, my hips responded by pushing up. She engulfed my cock and I could actually feel the back of her throat.
Oh man alive, up and down she went, the feeling exquisite. In a matter of seconds I could feel the climax welling up.
Then she stopped.
Standing up, she turned towards me, placing her leg over me and straddling above my body.
Without looking at me, she took hold of my cock and slowly lowered herself on to it. Stopping momentarily as my cock spread her pussy lips.
The feeling, never felt but only imagined by me, was actually better in reality than in perception. The wet slickness, the warmth emitted, the heightened sexual feeling, my gawd, this was the first time!
Mrs. Roby lowered herself, completely taking me inside her wet, warm cunt.
She started to pump her body up and down my shaft, my hips trying to coordinate her movements.
My hands now embraced her firm flesh of her tits, squeezing and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fore fingers.
Her hands braced against my chest, digging her fingernails into my pecs as she rode faster and faster on my shaft. With each thrust our pubic bones bouncing against each other.
Looking down, the contrast of my pale white cock embedding itself into her dark brown chocolate vagina escalated the impending force building in my body.
It must have been doing the same thing for her, as her humping became harder, but more erratic.
The for the first time, she threw her head back, dug her nails into my chest so hard they broke the skin and yelled, “oh God, oh God.”
Without warning, my cock exploded into her womb. I could feel the cum squirt out, but my orgasm did not seem to happen as that was still building.
So I just kept pumping my hips as I felt her nipples dilate in my hands. My body was building to a crescendo and just as it was about to peak, Mrs. Roby jumped off.
She grabbed my cock and stroked as fast as she could, my body responded. Within a few strokes, I bucked upward as my body convoluted. But, nothing came out of my cock.
A look of astonishment came over her, then she stood up and looked down to her crotch. Putting her fingers at her opening she came away with a glob of cum. With an exasperated look she said, “Oh shit!”
The expression on her face changed dramatically to one of consternation, shaking her head at me, “damn, first time, no control
shit”
She thought for a moment, then said, “what the hell”. Again slinging her leg over my body she now straddled my head.
“Eat that shit out of me!” she commanded.
As she lowered her wet, cum seeping pussy towards me face.
Had just enough time to view the open pedals, the contrast of her vivid pink inner folds with the outside of the lips traced in ebony, the white rope beginning to form from her vagina.
No time for being revolted, Mrs. Roby settled her cunt right across my mouth.
Lapping up as much juice as I could, licked the folds of her pussy, and then sucked on a little knob that sat at the head of her pussy lips.
Mrs. Roby let out a moan, started to grind her crotch against my face while now sliding her pussy back and forth across my tongue.
Because of her response, I kept my tongue as hard as possible, even when she slid so far up my face, my tongue rubbed over her asshole.
She moaned louder. Then pushed her weight down forcing my tongue into her sphincter. She moaned louder yet and started humping my tongue.
Harder and faster she humped, and then her movements became erratic again, the same, “Oh God, Oh God!”
Just as she finished the last ‘Oh God!’ she moved her pussy back on my mouth. Her vagina released its juices, smothering my face with our intermingled cum still coming from the depths of her womb.
Without saying a word, Mrs. Roby dismounted from my face and walked back upstairs.
I fell asleep, dreaming of all that had just happened.
Fortunately, I did manage to awake in time to get cleaned up before Mark and his dad came back.
Mrs. Roby barely acknowledged me the rest of the weekend, not even responding to good bye when my sister picked me up Sunday morning.
But, for months I jerked off every day to the thoughts of what had happened!

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