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FUCK WEED Chase Markman had to admit it, his wife Mindy looked happier than he had seen her in a long time as she rode beside him in the resort limousine. The morning sun shone warm and bright into the vehicle and a light breeze from the sun roof gently ruffled her sun dress. Chase wished that the breeze showed off a little more of her shapely legs, but he was happy that the V-neck of the dress showed off some of her cleavage. He felt the slight stirring of his cock. Perhaps this vacation idea would rekindle some of their marriage's lost spark. Mindy was 42 years old this year, but really she looked closer to 24. She had married Chase as soon as they had both graduated from University and had their first and only child, now a beautiful 18 year old high school senior, a year later. Nobody would have recognized Mindy five years ago to look at the beautiful fit women that stood basking in the sun. After the birth of their daughter Mindy put on a lot of weight ballooning up to 180 pounds. But several things conspired in the last few years to change that. Chase noticed that the bellman, a muscular black fellow, was checking out his wife while he opened the limo door for them. There was no doubt that he would have loved a shot at her, although she would never consider any kind of relationship with a black man, let alone sex. She wasn't openly racist, but it was a result of her upbringing, and the part of Texas they now lived in. The doorman noticed Chase looking at him look at his wife. He just smiled and nodded as if to say 'well done'. "Wow, I'm impressed, this place is very nice." Mindy commented as they paused for a moment along the long shaded walkway leading to the expansive two story lobby of the resort. The wooden building was painted a rich cream color with dark green trim and was surrounded by lush greenery and flowers. There was a wonderful spicy flavor to the air. "Mmmm, it smells wonderful too." She made a bit of a face as the muscular black bellman walked between them on his way with their luggage. Chase was happy to see that the expensive resort was making a good first impression on his wife. He had scrimped and saved for over a year to afford this vacation, and it had been so long since he was able to do anything like this for her. About six years ago Chase lost his job in a high tech firm and the family quickly fell into crushing debt. They were literally weeks away from being forced out into the street when Mindy's father stepped in to relieve them of their debt. His only condition was that his daughter and the family move back to Texas to be near him. Much to Chase's chagrin he was forced to take a job in her father's business selling overpriced parts to military contractors. Mindy, and her mother, decided that they would only live in a pricey Dallas suburb well beyond Chase's income forcing him to accept the additional shame of having her Daddy buy them a house too. So all Chase could do was keep his head down and push government payment forms while his father made sure he knew that what he thought of his loser son in law. "I think you'll really enjoy it here honey." Chase said as they continued to walk up towards the lobby. "I have us set up for a special dinner tonight by the beach, a massage tomorrow, and a snorkeling cruise on Tuesday." "I can see the beach, there beyond those beautiful flowers." She answered, obviously relaxing after the long plane ride. "And they have a gorgeous pool set up." Chase added, hot tubs, a relaxing pool, a splash pool, and a lazy river pool that takes us all through the gardens." There was one plus to the whole arrangement back in Texas though. Their new home, located in the lush gated community of Eden Gardens, was filled with sexy well maintained trophy wives. They all tended to fit the same mold, big hair, big boobs, and perfect tanned bodies. Mindy quickly made friends with a couple of the local wives, started going to the same trainer, and in a matter of months had regained her athletic size 3 body, with one exception. After having a baby, and carrying so much extra weight for so many years, her breasts no longer had the youthful bounce that used to hypnotize men. But a $35,000 loan from Daddy, more debt for Chase later, and Mindy's breasts were a stunning D cup. Her new breasts looked perfect, and topped off her athletic figure perfectly. That's what made it even worse. Mindy's born again Christian friends looked upon sex as a chore for their fat old husbands, a chore that bought them the jewelry, cars, vacations, almost whatever they wanted. This attitude rubbed off to some extent on Mindy, that and her new found religious fervor. At the prodding of her new friends she joined the church and started spouting the same mindless dogma. They walked into the lobby of the resort. The lobby featured a giant tropical reef tank along one wall serving as a focal point for the lounge area leading up to the lobby bar and the gourmet restaurant's entrance. "This is really beautiful honey." Mindy said taking in the long line of flowers that led up to the check in desk. "You must have really scrimped to afford this honey." Chase shuddered inwardly at her last comment. He hadn't told her that this was a time share promotion or that they'd have to sit through a sales presentation, or at least he would anyway. He was afraid that she would flip when she found out and give him the cold shoulder the whole time they were there. On the other hand, he thought as he watched his wife's hips sway seductively, given how beautiful the resort was he might just have a shot at getting laid this vacation. Mindy used to really enjoy sex with Chase, lots of sex. But now sex had become a rarity, usually when Mindy had been out with the girls and had a few too many drinks. Her new body made it even worse. Chase had never really minded Mindy's weight before. But now with her newly hot body he wanted her more than ever, only to be rebuffed more times than not. And when her equally nubile friends visited Chase usually had to step out of the room after a few minutes lest his growing erection become embarrassingly noticeable. "Welcome to Glamity Bay Island Resort!" The pretty young woman behind the desk greeted them with an excited smile. "I just know you're going to love your stay here. Here, have a cookie, they're fresh! Oh, and my name's Jenny" She handed Chase and his wife a fresh backed cookie, similar to a chocolate chip cookie, but a little spicier. Chase tried his best not to stare at Jenny, but he had a hard time considering the shapely girl was dressed in a wrap around skirt with a slit that showed the full length of her shapely and tanned thigh, and a bikini top that left little of her large firm breasts to the imagination. He couldn't help but feel his cock stirring in his Bermuda shorts. "You guys must be the Markman's, Chase and Mindy, welcome!" She paused to give them a blazing smile. "We have you listed in the Kali Cabana, right near the hot tubs! It's beautiful there, one of my favorites! Don't you just love the cookies? Would you like another?" Chase hadn't realized it, but he'd eaten the whole cookie, it was very tasty. Soft, warm, gooey, and there was that little taste of spice that kind of made his tongue tingle. He noticed that Mindy had finished hers as well, which was unusual given her diet and fitness regime. "These are so good!" Mindy answered enthusiastically. At first Chase thought that she was mocking the overly bubbly girl, but quickly realized that she was being serious. "What's in them that makes them so yummy? Oh, and yes I'd love another!" Jenny took another cookie and, reaching over her large desk, handed it to Mindy who immediately took a big bite of it. Chase's eyes almost bulged out of his head as the pretty young desk clerks breasts strained against the thin Lycra, her nipples clearly outlines on the flowery material. "Well, it's pretty much a standard chocolate chip recipe; everything is all natural and made from scratch, flour and sugar from the local islands, and the chocolate is the very finest imported from Belgium. But what really make them so unbelievably good are the local spices in the recipe, including an extract from these lovely flowers that grow only here at Glamity Bay. Your cabana is named after them, the Kali flower. The flowers grew all around the resort in both the well tended gardens, and growing wild. They sprouted from a lush green leafed base that sent a thick column of white flowers a foot or more into the air. Mindy leaned close to the cut flowers on the reception desk and inhaled deeply. "Oh my goodness, these smell heavenly..." She said as she buried her face in the plant to take another deep breath. Chase watched as his wife's nipples hardened against her dress and goose bumps spread across the perfect skin of her breast. "You should smell them..." she said turning to Chase, she had an odd look in her eyes, he couldn't quite place it. "They smell so wonderful." Chase had other worries; his cock was hardening by the second and starting to press against his shorts. "Why don't we sit down dear? Let's get checked in and we can enjoy the flowers all day!" Bending over to hide his hard on he held a chair for Mindy as she sat down before sitting down, legs crossed, hands folded in his lap. "Right, we'll get you checked in!" Jenny continued as she pulled their file up on the computer. "You're here for the 4 night introductory visit." Chase cringed inwardly, he was afraid what Mindy was going to say when she found out this was a time share presentation. But much to his relief Mindy was once again examining the flowers, breathing their scent in deeply. "I see you're signed up for a massage tomorrow and snorkeling the day after." "Yup! Great!" Chase interrupted, hoping to avoid mention of the time share until the end of the trip. "And we have that special dinner on the last day." Mindy looked up. 'Oh crap' Chase thought as his erection deflated. "Oh, no Mr. Markman," Jenny said with a big smile, "the presentation dinner is always on the first evening. That way Mr. Finny can explain all of the features of the resort and what an amazing value it is. That way you have the rest of your stay to explore and decide if you'd like to own a piece of Glamity Bay Resort. It's completely no pressure" "Own a piece of it?" Mindy asked; an undercurrent of anger was noticeable in her voice. "You mean to say this is a time share?" It was all crumbling around him. Chase knew he couldn't completely hide the reality from Mindy, but he hoped that after a few romantic days at the resort she wouldn't care. Well right now, she cared, a lot. Never one to make a scene with the "help" Mindy listened politely to the pretty young receptionist asking a few questions. But Chase could see the anger building. He was really going to get blasted when they got to their room, and he doubted he'd see any sex for months after this. He sort of zoned out as he watched the two pretty women talk as his once hard penis tried to crawl back into his body. He was distracted as the door behind Jenny opened and a beautiful woman dreamily stepped out of the plush office behind. He couldn't help but notice that she was dressed only in a small bikini that showed off every inch of her beautiful body. She noticed the three seated by the reception desk, smiled crookedly at Chase and turned back to call into the office. "I can't thank you enough for taking care of me Mr. Finny, you're wonderful." A black man dressed in an expensive linen suit came to the door and kissed her on the cheek. "Any time my dear." He said in a heavy island accent, "Whatever I can do to make your stay a full one." "You must be the Markmans, I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you when you walked in the door, I'm afraid I had to take care of another guest who had a rather urgent need. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Beauregard Finny the General Manager of Glamity Bay Island Resort. " The man took Chase's hand and shook it before reaching over to take Mindy's hand and kiss it. Mindy smiled at the gesture. "Mrs. Markman, you seem upset. And you see it is my one and only job to make your stay here the most wonderful and enticing experience you can imagine. Is there anything I can do to help?" Mindy seemed somewhat disarmed by the charming black man. "Well, Mr. Finny, it's just that my husband neglected tell me that this vacation was just a time share condo scheme. Frankly, I really have no interest in a time share at all, although your resort is very beautiful." "Ah, I think I understand Mrs. Markman. But please forgive your husband. I happen to know that Glamity Bay Island Resort was recommended to him by one of your good friends, Mrs. Jordon. I think she just wanted you to enjoy the pleasures that you can only find here just as she does." Finny continued with a smile. It was true; Anna May Jordan had recommended the resort when Chase had asked a few of Mindy's friends. He was happy to see that Mindy, now holding and gently smelling one of the copious Kali flowers, was beginning to smile and nod as she listened to Finny. Perhaps the vacation wouldn't be a total loss after all. "I think I understand now Mr. Finny," Mindy finally seemed calm again, "but I don't want to waste your time with a sales presentation..." "It's really not a sales presentation Mrs. Markman..." Finney interrupted. "Oh, you can call me Mindy, Mr. Finny." Mindy shone a dazzling smile, very unusual given her general dislike of black people. "And please, call me Beau, or Buddy as most of my friends call me." Finny's broad smile seemed to grow even wider as he leaned in close to Mindy. "We don't do sales presentations, there is absolutely no pressure. In fact, my job this evening is to show you an entertaining evening, share a little about the resort, and cook you and your husband a gourmet dinner in one of our private beach retreat." Well, that depends..." Mindy moved a little closer to the other man, "How good a cook are you?" "Ha! I promise I am a very good cook and that I will prepare an evening you will never forget!" Finny said with a laugh. "I promise there will be no high pressure sales, well, no sales at all really. Just some great drinks, fantastic food, and big fun!" Mindy smiled and thought for a moment. "OK, deal, we'll see you tonight." The couple took their key cards from Jenny, who insisted on hugging both of them, not that Chase was complaining, and they strolled behind the bell boy as he walked them to their room. Mindy leaned over to speak quietly in Chase's ear. "Beau seems very nice. Not at all like I would expect being, you know, black. He's very nice, and clean, and seemed very well spoken." Sensing a chance to redeem himself; Chase leapt in, "See honey, I knew you'd love this place. Anna May was right!" "Oh, you're not out of the woods yet mister." Mindy scolded sternly, the anger returning to her eyes. "I'm still pissed at you for telling me this was a vacation when you knew damn well that it was a time share presentation. Beau seemed nice, but I can't believe he's not going to make it hard tonight." "I'll tell you what's already hard this afternoon." Chase tried to interject some levity. And besides, it was the truth, he was nursing a semi hard erection that, if he wasn't careful, was going to harden again and make an embarrassing tent in his shorts again. "What do you say we christen the room as soon as we get in?" "Oh don't be gross Chase." Mindy retorted as the black bellman opened the door for them. "You aren't getting anything from me until I see how it goes tonight." Mindy disappeared onto the porch overlooking the hot tub while the bellman set up and started to put away their clothing. Mindy ran back in as he was about to open her suitcase. "Oh hey, no! Um, thanks anyway though." She said nervously as she closed her suitcase. "I like to do it myself." "No problem Ma'am, whatever you wish." He said with a big smile before putting the rest of the cases in the storage cupboard. He accepted Chase's proffered tip and started out the door. "If there's anything you or your lovely wife need, anything at all, just call me, anytime day or night." He handed Chase a card with his name and extension on it. As soon as the door closed Mindy shuddered. "Ew. I can't stand the thought of that black man rifling through my underwear, probably drooling over my panties. He just can't wait to fuck a white woman I bet." She disappeared into the bathroom and Chase heard the shower run. He wandered around the luxurious suite, checking out the plasma tv, reading some of the pamphlets on the table, and poured himself a shot of bourbon on ice before walking out onto the patio. He leaned on the wall and looked at the spacious hot tub and the well tended garden that surrounded it. After a short while a beautiful blonde arrived from a nearby kabana and dipped a toe into the bubbling water. Chase almost dropped his drink at the sight of the girl. Her tiny bikini barely contained her big breasts and her thong only served to accentuate the small patch where her pussy was, and the fine shape of her ass. "Hey there neighbor!" She said brightly either unaware, or not caring about Chase's lecherous stare. "I haven't seen you here before, first time?" "Uh, yeah, it's my first time here..." Chase stumbled, unable to take his eyes off her hard nipples as they poked against the thin material. "I mean, my first time ... and my wife of course ... her first time too, uh ... we just got here." "Great! Your wife will love it here; she'll never want to leave." She said as she lowered herself into the hot bubbling water. "We should get together later, I'm Candy" 'You certainly are.' Chase thought to himself painfully aware of his hard cock pressing against his shorts. Ever since he got here it seemed like he was constantly horny. It must be the lush location or the fact that this was the first vacation alone together since their daughter was born. "Yeah! Sounds great, we'll keep an eye out for you later." Candy leaned back in the hot tub, this having the effect of thrusting her barely contained breasts upward as she settled into the hot water. After a few moments Chase noticed her breathing deepen as she spread her legs under the foaming water. Behind the patio wall Chase reached into his shorts and started stroking his hard cock. After only a minute or two Candy's breathing was heavy and her eyes were closed as she arched her back with a moan just barely audible over the noisy bubbles. Chase retreated back into the room just as Mindy shut the shower off. If she had caught him with his hands down his pants while leering at a busty blonde in the hot tub she would have killed him, probably divorced him. He sat down in one of the nice leather chairs in the sitting room to wait. When she finally came out she had the bath towel wrapped around her beautiful body, her ass just exposed. She turned to rummage through her drawer. Chase couldn't resist, he dropped his pants, snuck behind Mindy and slid his hard cock against her butt cheeks. The sensation of her firm ass against his throbbing shaft was almost enough to send him over the edge. Mindy screamed in surprise and jumped away from Chase. "Put that thing away, don't be dirty!" she scolded, "There is no way you are coming near me with that thing today!" Chase stood there, cock literally in hand, and begged. "But honey, I'm dying here, you look so hot, we're on vacation, and it just won't go down. How about it, just a quicky?" "Why don't you take that disgusting thing into the bathroom and take care of it yourself you pervert!" She reached over, grabbed Chase's erection and squeezed it hard as hard as she could. "Don't think you brought me to this time share place just to be your personal slut." She let go of his cock and slapped it. Chase's cock started spewing cum. Unable to control himself Chase rubbed the swollen head of his cock until his shirt and hand dripped with cum and ran down his arm. He had never done anything like this before. "You pig!" Mindy yelled, incensed. Without another word she quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and threw open the room door. "I'm starving after that lousy plane ride. I'll be in the restaurant having lunch. If you think you can control yourself long enough you can get cleaned up and meet me there!" She slammed the door as she stormed off leaving Chase waddling over to the shower trying to make sure no cum dripped onto the floor. He had no idea what came over him to make him so uncontrollably horny. Still, he managed to clean himself up, get dressed, and make his way to the restaurant located just off the main lobby. Spying Mindy seated by a large picture window overlooking the large front garden munching on a large salad. He was surprised to see her look up and greet him with a huge smile as he approached. "Hi honey!" She said happily greeting him. She looked a little glassy eyed and her voice had a soft, sultry quality to it. Chase wondered how many drinks she had with lunch. "Um, hi Mindy." He answered tentatively, gingerly taking his seat across from her. "Listen, honey, I'm really sorry about before. I don't know what came over me." "I'm sorry too Babe." She said reaching over the table to take Chase's hand. "I understand that you sometimes have trouble controlling those carnal urges, and I was parading around you in that little towel. Please, try and control yourself though, OK?" "Yes dear, like I said, I have no idea what happened." Chase answered contritely. "How is the food?" "The food is fantastic!" Mindy answered as she stuffed a huge forkful of salad into her mouth, crunching loudly. "You really have to try the salad, it's wonderful. They use that native plant in the dressing, and the flower petals and leaves get mixed into the salad too. It's absolutely scrumptious!" Chase called the waitress over and ordered a salad just like his wife's. He tried very hard not to stare at her breasts as she knelt by his chair, but apparently the standard uniform for the resort was a bikini top and a wrap around skirt. But when Chase looked back up at Mindy he found her gazing out the window distractedly munching on her salad. He found himself staring at his beautiful wife as she absentmindedly forked salad into her mouth. Well, more to the point, he stared at her beautiful breasts pressed against the tank top as her chest slowly rose and fell, her nipples hard in the breeze of the overhead fan. Even when the waitress arrived with his salad, and even seemed to linger with him, flirting, Mindy didn't look around. Chase took a big bite of the salad; his wife was right, it was delicious. He continued to stare at his wife as he ate until, without realizing it, he had eaten most of his bowl. "So I thought maybe we could hang around the pool this afternoon." Chase finally said. "Hmm?" Mindy looked over at her husband not really hearing him. "What did you say?" "The pool. I thought we might relax by the pool this afternoon." He repeated. "Oh, sure, yeah, the pool." She replied dreamily, a smile on her lips. "I noticed you didn't pack my bathing suit though." "Honey, that old bathing suit is years old, it's 10 sizes too big, at least." He said with what he hoped was an ingratiating tone. "I figured you could buy a brand new suit to show off your hard won physique." The truth was that even when it fit, Mindy's bathing suit looked a nylon potato sack. Chase really hoped his wife would get a skimpy bikini to show off her hot new body. Mindy sort of stared at him, a grin on her face, for quite a while before she realized he'd stopped talking. "Oh, um, ok, sure, I can see what they have here. I hope they have a nice one piece, not too revealing. I don't want the staff here staring at me. OK, I'll see you at the pool in a few minutes; order me a drink would you?" She just sat there, staring off into space again while the waitress took their empty salad bowls and dropped off the check, along with a couple of the hotel's signature cookies. "Well..." Chase started to stand up, "I'll see you at the pool in a few minutes." Again it took Mindy a few moments to respond, like she had forgotten where she was. "Oh! Cookies! I love these cookies, mind if I have yours?" She said with a big grin. "Right, bathing suit, see you at the pool in a few." She skipped off through the restaurant happily munching on one of the cookies as she went. Chase dropped by the room, quickly changed into his bathing suit and headed to the pool. Moments after he sat down a pretty young black waitress came over to see if he needed anything. Again, she was dressed in a bikini top and a short wrap around skirt, both of which showed off her fit body. He couldn't be sure, but when she knelt down to take his drink order Chase was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bathing suit under the wrap. "I'm thinking about something tropical, fruity, and with lots of kick, maybe like a Mai Tai?" Chase asked the waitress. In the back of his mind Chase figured that if he kept feeding Mindy drinks and got her drunk enough, he might get laid tonight. "I know just the thing, our house specialty, The Glamity Bay Zombie." She said with a broad smile, almost as if she understood his plan. "It's got vodka, 3 kinds of rum, a local liqueur, and a dash of Champaign in a mix of local fruit juices." "Sounds great, get me two of those as soon as my wife arrives." Chase said trying to steal another look into the shadows between her thighs, "And bring two more fifteen minutes after that." "Whatever you like sir." The girl said with a big smile. Chase wondered, were all the girls paid to flirt with the guests? He watched her hips sway seductively as she strolled away until he noticed his cock getting hard again. Not wanting to piss Mindy off any more today, he decided it was best lay back and close his eyes. "You wouldn't believe that place!" Mindy interrupted Chase's dozing as she arrived a few minutes later. She stood in front of him wearing an oversized Glamity Bay t-shirt. "The bathing suit shop had no selection! All they had were skimpy bikinis, no one pieces! And they were so expensive!" "It's OK honey, don't worry about the price, you're on vacation now." Chase said trying to calm her down. "But honey, I just paid $330 for a square foot of stretchy fabric!" She said gesturing to the bikini underneath the t-shirt. "At least they didn't charge me for the t-shirt." The waitress arrived just then to drop off the drinks. She had heard Mindy's rant and decided to help calm her down. "Don't worry Mrs. Markman, everyone here wears a bikini." Mindy started to protest, "And you obviously have a beautiful body." Mindy paused for a moment; she seemed to really enjoy the compliment from the pretty young waitress. "Do you really think so?" "There's only one way to find out!" she replied enthusiastically, "Take off that baggy t-shirt and let's have a look. There's nobody else around." Mindy looked around the pool area, there really was nobody else out there. "Well ... I guess I can try." Mindy pulled the t-shirt over her head revealing her absolutely spectacular physique showed off perfectly by a tight purple bikini. Chase was speechless at the sight of his beautiful wife presented in such a sexy fashion. He felt his cock rise in its own salute, pressing against his swim trunks. The waitress was impressed too as she oo'd and ah'd over the statuesque woman. "You have a perfect body for this bikini, if you don't mind me saying Mrs. Markman." "Do you really think so?" Mindy asked, glowing at the woman's attention. She turned around, bent a little at the knee, and thrust her perfectly shaped ass out. "Doesn't it make my ass look big?" "Not at all!" the waitress bubbled, "It shows it off nicely." The waitress adjusted Mindy's bikini bottom, running her fingers under the tight material. Chase had to sit up at the sight of her dark skin against his wife's pale flesh. "Only you should have gotten the thong bottom, it would make your bum look even better. Turn around Miss, let me fix your top." Mindy turned around and stood quietly as the pretty young black girl reached up and started adjusting her bikini top. "See here, you need to give the top just a little slack so the material doesn't pull too tight." The waitress adjusted the straps and slid her fingers under the material. Chase's mouth dropped open as he watched the young woman sliding her fingers along his wife's big breasts making Mindy's nipples harden. Mindy stared down at the younger woman almost in a trance, her eyes slightly glassy and her mouth hanging open. Chase watched as his wife's breathing deepened and her skin began to flush as she obviously became aroused. "I think your husband really likes your new bikini Mrs. Markman." The waitress said as she looked at Chase's obvious erection with a smile, pulling her hands away from his wife's body. Mindy absently looked over at Chase's goofy expression without really understanding. "Oh, hey honey, so you like it?" Chase could only nod as he tried to cover up his hard cock. Mindy turned back to the younger woman, "Thank you so much. I feel much better now. I only wish I had as beautiful a body as you." "It's my pleasure Mrs. Markman." The waitress answered, her eyes appraising the older woman's body. "But I think you're wrong, I wish I had a body like yours." Mindy smiled as she sucked down her drink, slowly sitting back down on the chaise as if she were coming out of some sort of trance. She handed the empty glass to the waitress. "Um, can I have another one of these?" "Certainly Miss, I'll be right back." Mindy stared at the girl as she walked off. "She's quite pretty, isn't she?" "Um, I hadn't noticed." Chase lied, wondering what was up with his wife. "I think this place is agreeing with me after all." Mindy said as she lied back to sun herself, "I'm feeling wonderfully relaxed, almost tingly." Mindy closed her eyes and stuck in her earphones just as the waitress arrived with her new drink. Mindy thanked her and then watched her as she walked over to a newly arriving couple. The new couple consisted of a beautiful young blonde, hardly in her twenties, and an older, balding, pot bellied man. Mindy continued to watch the pretty black waitress as she left the pool area for the bar. Chase continued to watch his wife in amazement, his cock throbbing in his pants, as Mindy lay there, her hard nipples pushing against the thin material of the bikini, and even her erect clit visible sticking up from slight camel toe formed by her bottoms. After Mindy started working out so much and losing so much weight her clit became more prominent as her body fat dropped. When she was aroused her clit appeared more prominently, and was much more sensitive, at least it seemed to be the few times they'd actually had sex since her weight loss. Despite his arousal Chase found himself dozing in the sun and falling asleep just has the next round of drinks arrived. It seemed like only moments had passed when the waitress gently shook him awake. Judging by the darkening sky, though, significantly more time had passed. Author: MCSizeMatters@hotmail.com Comments are welcome. 10045 1.54/512345

Confessions of an English Housewife Ch. 3

Having broken down a few barriers my wife seemed a bit more relaxed telling me about her and the workmen. She did however get irritated when I pressed for too much detail. Like, where exactly was everyone sitting? What precisely was she wearing? It was the detail that created a picture in my mind of the sequence of events and gave me the biggest turn on. Sometimes I asked her to tell me the same story again but the details differed. She related how during the morning she would get excited and turned on waiting for them to come round. They would start off just chatting and having a drink, then she would sit on someone's knee and they would all start to feel very horny. Sometimes she sat on a knee and they just chatted while a hand stroked her pussy, her dress pulled up so they all could watch. Other times it got more active. Her hand would be put inside someone's pants and she would be asked to "play with it." While that was going on her front would be undone and her tits would be on display. " I started to wear buttons at the front all the time," she once explained, "To make things easier." She told me that sometimes she stood against the kitchen sink with one of the men, her with dress undone all the way down and her tits out of her bra, masturbating him while the others watched. Once they all took turns at this, ejaculating on her. Sometimes she stood with her legs parted leaning against the worktop facing the seated men, whilst the man stood with her had her pants pulled to one side, his fingers inside her bringing her off. He stood at the side of her, giving his mates the best view. "Did they ever take your knickers off?" I asked. "Couple of times," she admitted quietly. "The first time they asked me I said no, someone might come to the door. I could button up my dress quickly but didn't want to take my clothes off." "Otherwise you didn't mind?" I asked. "No. God, it sounds so bad!" she said guiltily. "We were stood against the worktop at the time, I had a man on either side of me, my dress undone. And before you ask - yes, I was playing with their cocks. I had one in each hand. They asked me to take them off, give them a proper look. When I said no one of the men told his mate to go and lock the door. When he came back they watched me take my knickers off. I let them look and play with my pussy. They rubbed me and put their fingers inside me. They lifted one leg up on a chair to see more." "Did they fuck you?" "No, but I held their cocks against my clit whilst I wanked them off" "All three of them?" "Yes ? all three of them," she admitted, looking down. "Tell me something, honestly," I said. "Tell me when they first fucked you." Now this was a big step! "Don't spoil it by lying, just tell the truth." "After I first took my knickers off for them I let them do it often. Sometimes they would take them off to get an extra thrill; other times they watched me do it. Also it was just two of them that came round mostly. The third had gone on holiday. I had been sat on their knees, without my knickers, my skirt round my waist, playing with their cocks. It just went all the way. They stood me up and one kissed me more roughly than usual. I could feel both their cocks pressing against my belly. They rubbed my tits and nibbled them harder than usual too. One said open your legs, I said no, but did it anyway. My head was turned to the side and I got kissed hard. Then I felt a cock against my cunt." (She had used that word again!) "I know I should have stopped it but I was too far-gone. I let him put it inside me. He fucked me standing up." "Did you let them both fuck you?" She nodded, "Yes, both of them." "And after that they did it often?" I questioned. She nodded again. "Whilst we're being honest, answer me something else. Did you sometimes suck their cocks?" She took a deep breath and nodded yet again. "While other watched?" She gave another hesitant nod. "Did they come in your mouth?" She broke down ? now she started to cry. "Don't ask me any more," she sobbed. I think I'd pushed it too fast. Now it all went wrong, I pressed for information like I was interrogating a criminal. Had she sucked them off? If she admitted to being fucked by two why be cagey about what else she had done? What was she hiding? One question however caused her to really go ballistic. That question was - "Have you done the same with other men?" She went absolutely "ape ? shit". The next few days were like World War Three. Until she had finally had enough and screamed at me, "None of it ever happened, it was all a lie. I only said it to turn you on in bed. You pestered me so I gave you a story. How long do you think their coffee breaks were?" she added mockingly. "Can you really imagine me doing something like that?" To be honest I could not, but in fact she had done much, much worse. However it would take me almost ten years to find out ? and the evidence would come from someone else. Someone who was there! For the sake of brevity, and not boring the reader, I will summarise the next few years in a short paragraph or two. There were rows and recriminations. "Even if it wasn't true," I told her, "You have hell of an imagination. So how come our sex life is so boring?" Not helpful I know but there you are! It never stopped nagging at me. What was the truth? There were three possibilities I thought. One, it never happened. Two, it was a love affair with one of them and not just sex. Three, she had done something far worse that she had to hide at all costs. The latter was least likely ? but turned out to be the one. Denying it happened was convenient, she didn't have to remember which version of a particular story she told me. I did discover she was having an affair, which is hell of a tale in itself. However that's another story. The point is I realised that even though she seemed shy and naïve and never went out drinking or clubbing with the girls (her choice) she was capable of being quite naughty! Male readers beware! My wife's adventures happened in the house or at her part time job. Do not underestimate the opportunities for your wife to be unfaithful. If this were a film a caption would appear on the screen saying "Ten years later". I was at a self - defence class ? (no it hadn't got that bad!) One of the guys there was chatting to me and in the course of the conversation asked me where I lived. When I told him he said, "Oh yeah, I worked on those houses when they were modernised a few years ago." I avoided telling him how long I'd lived there and let him tell me about the work. "We had a good time," he said. "The bosses didn't give a shit, we could disappear for ages and no one bothered. The site was vast and most of the people had moved out whilst the work was done. It was the way it was financed, no time limit, building inspectors and bosses on bribes. Plus they couldn't get the enough proper tradesmen, so they turned a blind eye to most things. You could do what they thought was three days work in one and half days then do what you liked. Some entertained the housewives, if you get my drift," he said laughing. Now this guy could tell me a few things I thought. I offered to buy him a drink to loosen his tongue but he didn't have time. He was still very forthcoming though. "A few housewives had extra work done for favours ? one red - head went though plumbers, electricians, carpenters you name it, depending on what jobs she wanted doing." After listening for a while I said, "Yeah, I once met a guy who worked on that job, think he was called Bob." It was a lie of course but that was the guy's name that my wife most talked about, the one that seemed to lead. Where was he from now?" " Oh him, Bob. Yes well he did have a good time. With a young blonde piece, sexy looking girl she was. Took her kids to school then Bob and others visited." "Really!" I said trying not to look so anxious. "What you mean "others?" "Two of his regular mates at first, but he let some others in on the action. They had a wild time." "Sorry, it seems a bit hard to believe," I smiled. "So they queued up?" "No, course not, not everyone was friends with each other, little groups formed, some weren't interested others went to the pub some even sunbathed. Then again some stories you heard were not true, some guy bullshitting. So you didn't take much notice sometimes. It was also wise not to ask too many questions. Some secrets were not secrets, if you follow me. He carried on talking, I became more convinced he was talking about the same guys ? and my wife. "So how do you know this stories true? Were you one of the privileged few?" "Unfortunately no, but one Friday morning I had to go round to the blonde's house. The building inspector wanted another guy and myself and I had to and find him. Usually on pay-day morning people drifted away to the pub or had a sleep somewhere, but I'd noticed for a couple of weeks that odd ones went into this house. Maybe about five or six, not all at once - singles and pairs. It would have looked normal only I knew that there was no work scheduled in there. The area was usually more or less deserted by lunchtime. Well the guy I went for wasn't a friend but I'd seen him go in and seeing that other workmen had gone in I didn't think the door would be locked. I thought maybe that they had a card school going or they were having a drink with the blonde though it seemed unusual. I had to knock on the door. A guy that knew me answered it and when I told him what I wanted he ushered me in and shut the door. That was unusual it was bloody hot weather. He left me in the hallway and went into the kitchen, I could hear muffled conversation but it was quiet for five or six guys. He had pulled the door closed a bit but there was a gap, when I moved towards it to have a peep I could see the backs of a couple of guys and others at the side all staring at a corner of the room. I thought they must be watching a TV, my view was blocked. When one of the guys moved I had the shock of my life! The blonde girl was sat on a kitchen chair; she had nothing on top. Naked from the waist up ? and she was sucking a guy off! She was jerking it while another had his hand in front of her. When he moved a bit I could see she had her legs wide open, skirt round her hips and ? no knickers on. She was letting the other guy finger her, and her hand was playing with his cock too. I guess the others were waiting their turn," he laughed loudly. "So you stayed and joined in?" "No, I was ushered out again when the guy came in the hallway. Told you, not everyone was friends and some guys you didn't complain to. Keep quiet and protect your kneecaps. Know what I mean?" "Well," I said laughing, "You tell a fine tale, but it was interesting if unbelievable. I think you've been winding me up." "Please yourself," he said laughing to. "Anyway, I'm off home, see you next week." Fucking hell I felt like shit. That was my wife. So it was true ? but worse. Or was it someone else? No, too many details fit even the guy whose name I'd offered. Having told myself years ago that I should be grateful my wife was not as unfaithful as first believed I was now back at square one. What was the truth? I had had enough she was going to fucking tell me. I had been treated with contempt. One thing I noticed on the way home ? in spite of the hurt and anger - my cock kept getting hard. It had turned me on. 10256 2.02/512345

Nick Watches Di Ch. 10

Di and Nick were invited to a posh party given by the CEO of the company he worked for. They were both dreading it as they felt it would be a crushing bore. Nick felt that there was no way he could avoid going, as the only employees at his level that were invited were up and coming potential executives. Everyone's behavior would be above reproach, as the senior staff would be observing the conduct of the potential executive's to see who would and would not "fit in". The night of the party they both agreed that Di would dress as revealingly as possible to satisfy her now almost obsessive need for exhibitionism, but still not completely shock the company. To that end, she put on a black, full-length silk slip dress that clung to her body like a second skin and was slit in the front almost to her crotch. She knew she'd have to watch her walking as taking too big a stride would reveal to anyone watching, her luscious, well manicured pussy, which, of course, wouldn't bother her but might shock the assemblage. Of course, underwear of any kind would have ruined the affect, so she wore none. Stiletto heels and thigh highs were all she wore under the dress. When they were about to leave for the party, Nick approached Di with a package. "What have got in the box. Nick?" she asked. "It's sweet of you, but I'm afraid even a present won't alleviate the boredom of the evening". "Don't be so sure" he replied "you haven't seen the present." With that, Nick opened the box revealing a strange apparatus that looked like a rubber butterfly with straps, attached to what looked like a small dildo. "What in the world is that?" she asked. "You'll see" he replied. "Lift your dress and spread your legs." Puzzled, Di did as Nick requested. He then inserted the small dildoe into Di's cunt until the butterfly was firmly against her clit. He then wrapped the thin, satin straps around her waist and between her legs and cinched them down. "That feels fine, Nick, but what's it all about?" Di asked. "You'll see. Now put down your dress and go stand across the room." As she complied, Nick removed from the box a device that resembled a TV remote. He pushed a button and Di jerked to attention. "Oh, my god, that feels wonderful. What is it?" "A remotely controlled vibrating dildoe and clitoris stimulator. Tonight at the party when I see that you are becoming bored with the proceedings, I'll just push this button and you can just sit back and enjoy." "What a great idea. Now I can't wait to get to the party to try this out." Needless to say, Di couldn't wait to get to the party to try it out. She played with the remote all the way to the party. What with the vibrations on her cunt and sucking on Nick's cock, she thoroughly soaked the butterfly with her wet pussy by the time they got there. On arriving at the party, introductions were completed and Di received many approving glances from the men. Some were fascinated and couldn't look away, hoping she would take that one, long step that would reveal all. Being aware of what was going on, she was getting extremely turned on and wanted to take that step almost as badly as they wanted her to take it. Finally, when she noticed one of the most important executives scrutinizing her, Di could resist no longer. "Heck," she thought, "I've got to show off so it might as well be him." With that she turned so he could get a full view and took a long slow step toward a waiter with a drink tray. The executive stared in disbelief as black nylon stockings and white thighs were suddenly revealed. "I can't believe it" he thought, "she has the tiniest panties on, if she has any on at all". Of course, what he was seeing was the small "butterfly" clinging to her clitoris. He immediately arose and followed her to engage her in conversation, a boner growing in his pants. Nick had been keeping an eye on Di from afar, while he was schmoozing among the other guests. "I'll help Di keep from getting bored with that old fart", he thought. After the pair had conversed for a few minutes, Nick turned the vibrator on low. Di's air of boredom started to fade. The pair continued to talk as Di took on an aura of sensuality. "Jesus Christ", thought the man "I think she wants me." The vibrations in Di's pussy and on her clit were delightful. The excitement of having flashed the man she was talking to made her juices start flowing. Seeing the effect he was having, Nick turned the vibrator up. The sexual tension in Di rose with the increasing tempo of the butterfly. Her eyelids drooped making her eyes assume a sexy "bedroom eyes" look. The man's hard-on grew to where it was becoming obvious to Di. This, too, increased her excitement. "Good god, she's sexy," thought the man, whose name was Walt. "If Nick is promoted he'll be bringing her to the social gatherings we executives have. She'll be able to see me and get turned on like she is now". By now Di was desperate for an orgasm. She needed one more thing besides the vibrations on and in her pussy. Walt stepped very close to Di and bent over her as if to tell her something confidential. Nick, watching, figured the man was going to say something that would further turn Di on. He turned the dial up to high. "You want me don't you?" Walt whispered in her ear. What she wanted was release. She grasped Walt's cock through his pants, as vibrations from the apparatus became vibrations throughout her whole body, including the hand grasping him. They both began to orgasm, Di's pussy clenching and unclenching the dildo as the butterfly sent unbearable sensations through her clitoris. Walt's cock started spasming in her hand as cum began spurting down inside his pants leg. To a casual observer watching them, it appeared that they were laughing, with their heads together, over some joke Walt had whispered in Di's ear. In her lust, she clutched Walt's cock in a vice-like grip trapping the last half of his load.. Its pulsations went back through her body intensifying her orgasm. Walt was grunting and moaning under his breath trying not to be heard by surrounding guests. His hand was surreptitiously caressing Di's behind. It was incredibly smooth under the silky nylon slip dress. "Oh god, Walt, you're making me cum just rubbing my ass" she lied in his ear. "Please don't stop." With that she released the pressure on his cock and the rest of his cum spurted forth giving him another orgasm. It was really the vibrator doing it's work, but still, the sensation on her behind made it all the better. The dildo was vibrating against Di's "G" spot and the butterfly was pulsating intensely against her clit. Her pussy was so engorged that her labia had almost swallowed the apparatus. Di had to bite down on the edge of her hand to keep from passionately screaming. Nick could see that Di was nearly passing out in her passion and he stopped the vibrations. She released Walt's prick, which was starting to soften and it dangled in the wetness on the inside of his pants. Walt's wife, Betty, approached the couple, having observed the incident from across the room. "My, my. You two seem to be enjoying a good joke," she said. "Ah, yes, my dear. Di here, has had me in stitches" he said. "As a matter of fact, I laughed so hard I seem to have wet my pants a little. Excuse me, dear, while I step into the bathroom." When Walt was gone, his wife turned to Di. "You sexy little bitch, I know what you two were really up to" she said. Startled, Di started to protest. "It's perfectly all right. We met at Jo's party. You went down on so many women that night, you don't even remember doing me, do you?" "I, ah, I don't, ah" Di stammered. "It's all right. You can make amends by joining me soon for tea. This time I want to eat you out". Nick, thinking Di was in a boring conversation with this attractive matron, turned the vibrations back on. They started just as Di's imagination was picturing Walt's wife's head between her wide spread legs, tongue eagerly lapping and probing her pussy. "Oh my, yes. I would love to do tea with you while you do me" gasped Di, while the vibrations and thoughts started sending her over the edge again. "You are so sexy," Betty said, thinking the sudden appearance of lust in Di's eyes was due to her suggestive advances. "I can't wait to get you in my clutches. I'm wetting my pants thinking about it." Later that night, on the way home, Betty told Walt, "You know that Nick seems like a real hard charger and his wife is so charming. I think you should seriously consider him for promotion." "Why, how insightful of you, my dear. I was having exactly the same thoughts" he replied. Meanwhile, back in the parking lot, Nick was standing between Di's legs as she lay back on the front seat of their car, legs dangling out the open door. "Oh fuck me Nicky. I can't wait to get home; you got me so hot tonight. Those two both want to fuck me, Nick. You'll let them won't you, Honey?" "Of course, but since they are going to promote me you may have to fuck them more than once." "Oh, goody." The thought made Nick plunge his cock into Di with redoubled effort, the wetness of her pussy starting to join his sperm, dripping down on his lowered trousers. 9015 1.90/512345

Crossed Wires ... Crossed Boundaries (Part 2)

Crossed Wires...Crossed Boundaries PART 2 By Stardog Champion comments - jprobx@webtv.net Sometime during Barbara Walters' incessant babbling during the episode of 20/20 she was halfheartedly watching and the start of the 11 o'clock news, Tina Ingle had dozed off with a half eaten bowl of popcorn resting periously on her lap. Around 45 minutes into her impromptu nap, Tina was stirred awake by the sounds of voices in the condo's front yard. Opening her bleary eyes slowly, Tina sat the bowl of tettering popcorn on the coffee table and had to spend a moment or two to remind herself where exactly she was, feeling the usual sense of displacment one feels when one wakes up in a strange place for the very first time. "Ought to drag your behind up to bed," Tina yawned before hearing the same group of voices that had originally woke her moments earlier. "Damn Drunks," Tina cringed as she dragged her bare feet across the floor, hearing the sounds of who she thought were the next door neighbors yelling back and forth outside. "Guess you better get use to it girl if your gonna be going off to college in a few weeks." Getting to the foot of the steps, Tina looked over her shoulder at the front door as the intensity of the voices outside continued to escalate. "Why don't you at least steal a peek outside to see what our neighbors for the weekend look like before you drag yourself upstairs," Tina convinced herself. Turning away from the stairs, Tina made a staggering beeline towards the front of the condo, before easing up behind the curtain so she could pull it back slightly and see what was going on in the front yard. Carefully nudging aside the curtain to steal a glance outside, Tina instantly saw that it wasn't the neighbors that had been causing the fuss after all. "That's Malik," Tina mouthed, seeing the youngest of the two Caldwells standing on the bottom step of the front porch, arguing with an rather animated young girl. The woman seemed to be about the same age as Tina and Malik, 18 or 19, and it was obvious from the skanked up way she was dressed that Malik had met her at one of the beachside bars. Even in the dim light, Tina could tell the girl had dressed herself up to look like one of the way too many Jennifer Lopez wannabees that dominated the nightlife of seemingly every town in America. From the gyst of what Tina could discern from the conversation, she had correctly guessed that the girl had originally agreed to take Malik up on his invitation to come back to his place from the club, but once the girl had arrived, she had suddenly developed cold feet and wanted Malik to take her back to her friends at the club. Malik was in the process of alternatly trying to convince the girl that he had lured that far to make the final short walk inside with him and then calling her a "Bitch" and a "Dicktease" when she again rebuked his advances. Tina felt an internal twinge of voyeuristic guilt as she watched that cycle play out several more times before the girl finally flashed her middle finger at Malik and told him to "FUCK OFF!!" Tina's eyes widened and her heart began to race inside her chest as the heated dialouge outside boiled over. "FUCK YOU TOO," Malik immediatly yelled back, grabbing his crotch obscenely and gesturing towards the young girl as she turned and tried the best she could to hurry away drunkenly on her high heels. "Yeah Bitch..go back to that bar...you aint gonna find anything as good as this when you get there!" Quickly scooting her still half asleep feet away from the window and into the kitchen when she saw Malik turn to walk up the stairs and into the house, Tina took several deep breaths as she poured herself a glass of water to relieve her suddenly parched throat. Right in the middle of the first sip, Tina's entire body was jolted by the sound of Malik frustratingly slamming the front door shut before he walked by the kitchen's entrance and disappeared into the living room. "Maybe I can just slip by him...go upstairs and go to bed," Tina cringed to herself as she tightly squeezed the glass in her hand. Walking like a tentative child out of the kitchen, Tina tried her best to tiptoe her way towards the stairs before Malik's icey hot stare caught her at the bottom step. "You still up?" he asked from the sofa. "Y..Ye..Yeah...," Tina stuttered nervously. "I was just about to head up to sleep though...Me and Mom want to get an early start tomorrow...I left some popcorn there on the coffe table if you want." "Thanks," Malik sighed blankly to Tina's peace offering. "Has Dad gone to bed already?" "Yeah..I think so," Tina replied, her right foot still perched on the bottom step. "He went upstairs a few minutes after I got back from getting a couple of things at the grociery store...said he wanted to get a good nights sleep for your fishing charter in the morning." "Anything on TV?" Malik asked, before shoving a handfull of popcorn into his mouth. "No...I don't think so..they dont even get cable here..just the local antenna stations," Tina answered, trying her best not to sound as flustered as she felt. "Well..I guess I'll be.....," Tina started before she noticed her opened purse was sitting on the floor, at the far end of the sofa. Before she knew it, Tina felt something deeply engrained within her pysche click and an overwhelming need to retrieve her belongings before she went to bed crept into her conscience. "I don't think he'd steal anything out of it," Tina's rational sensabilities told her eventhough her bare feet were already skimming across the floor, over to the far side of the couch to scoop up her things. "Excuse me," Tina politly mumbled as she briefly blocked Malik's view of the televison. Taking a quick seat on the opposite end of the sofa from Malik, Tina could immediatly feel the vibes of frustration still exuding from the 18 year old boy's pores as she made sure everything she needed was inside her purse. Malik stole several glances to his left as Tina sat there, watching with lurid curiousity at her tanned thighs tightly pressed together as she riffled through her possessions. There was twinkle of clear understanding in Malik's eyes, knowing full well what Tina Ingle was up to. Eighteen years of being a black person in the South had fully prepared Malik for what he was witnessing. "I still wouldn't mind fucking her though," he laughed to himself, despite his growing annoyance. "So..you're gonna start college this Fall huh," Malik casually asked, still sizing up the unsuspecting girl to his left as he tried to engage her in conversation. "Yeah...yeah..the University of Georgia...in Athens, "Tina mumbled, still trying to inventory the contents of her purse. "I know where it is Tina..I've lived in Georgia my whole life....Hopefully about a year from now I'll be headed the same way," Malik said, tongue in cheek. "We're both 18," Tina remarked feeling the inherant need to say something in kind." Did you start school a year late?" "No..it wasn't that," Malik replied, not taking question personally. "Its a long story.....So...Is that where your boyfriend goes to school..Georgia?" "No...he goes to school down in Atlanta...Georgia State," Tina answered back, feeling a tinge of uneasiness as to where the conversation was headed. "Oh," Malik simply added. "So...do you plan on doing a lot of partying your Freshman year?" "I guess," Tina tentativly replied. "Dont know how much I can get away with though..Mom and Dad came down pretty tough on my two older sisters when they got into trouble their first years...I've probably got a pretty short leash." Her fidgety vibe put at ease slightly after a few minutes worth of mundane small talk with Malik, Tina began scooting her hips forward on the couch, trying to lift up her tired weight so she could drag herself up to bed. Before she could raise herself to her feet however, Tina's extremities went completly numb when she inadvertantly stole a glance to her right and saw the way Malik was lazily tapping and pawing at his crotch through his baggy demin jeans. "EW....That's ....disgusting," Tina groaned to herself, feeling her stomach turn from Malik's crass gesture. "That's just what guys do Tina," She rationally scolded herself. "Baseball players do it all the time on national TV..Guy's are just crude like that." Still, Tina was so stunned and repulsed by the accidental glance, her behind continued to stay perched on the edge of the sofa. Eventhough he didn't outwardly say anything, or even show he knew what had grappled Tina's attention, Malik felt his insides tingle as he leaned back confidentally in his seat. "Remember what Dad said..there are plenty of other places on the beach to get some pussy this weekend," Malik's inner voice distantly scolded as he delighted in the way Tina was squirming on the far end of the sofa. "But the Bitch is checking me out when I'm not looking....I just know it...and the way my balls are burning...I've got to bust a nut." Malik thought for a moment of going upstairs to the privacy of the bathroom to relieve the pressure that was building inside of his inflamed genitals but he decided instead to sit on the sofa for a little while longer and allow his growing lust to blossom further. Catching Tina's peeking stare once more out of the corner of his eye, Malik smirked ever so slightly, knowing she would turn away before he could catch her in the act. The whole time the game of "cat and mouse" was going on however, Malik could feel his cock hardening substancially inside his pants. "You said you were getting ready to go to bed," Malik smiled casually, reminding the teenage girl to his left, in a roundabout way, that she was still sitting on the sofa beside him. "...Yeah..I'd better," Tina mumbled, still unable to motivate her locked knees to stand up. Silence filled the living room for several moments as each stared blankly at the Drew Carey re-run on television. Malik sat in his reclined position on one end of the couch, his right hand still resting lazily on top of his now bulging crotch while Tina stayed on her side, crouched restlessly and ringing her hands together, with her purse still on her lap, as she tried to muster the fortitude to stand up, rush past Malik and head to the safety of her upstairs bedroom. Clearly sensing the vibe of fear and intrigue exuding from Tina's pores, Malik gradually flexed out his fingers until he was able to palm his entire crotch in his hand. Massaging his manhood through his pants, Malik rolled and prodded his growing girth until its entire cylinder shaped mass was outlined against his right thigh. Tilting his face towards Tina, Malik was finally able to lock eyes with the seemingly paralysed young woman. Immediatly seeing the intense way Tina's eyes focused of his throbbing, but still clothed cock, Malik rolled his tongue around his mouth before grinning wickedly and whispering, "I thought so." "You wanna see what it looks like ...for real....huh...the way you're staring at it Tina..it looks like your starving inside for a taste?" Malik interrogated. No answer was forthcoming from Tina's mouth, only a slight hiccup of breath and a long and arduous gasp as she tried to fathom what she was seeing. "I bet your boyfriend doesn't got anything quite like this...does he?" Malik taunted as he continued to roll his cock between his fingers, allowing every inch and vieny contour of it to resonate in Tina's eyes. "Look at it all you want girl..yeah..go ahead and bite your lip as hard as you can to keep from drowling...how warm are you getting inside wanting me to pull it out?" Locking his excruciatingly hot gaze on Tina's trembling frame, the hundreds of fantasies he had stored since he entered puberty all came rushing back as he taunted Tina Ingle with the view of the rigid, clublike appendage between his legs. Eventhough Malik had fucked quite a few of the "Wigger" white wannabe black girls that he knew from school, to actually have an honest to goodness white bread rich girl sitting opposite on the sofa from him, staring openly at his crotch as if her eyes were on the verge of popping out of their sockets, brought a fiery sense of cocksure confidence to Malik's brimming libido. "Just sit there staring Tina..just watch me slowly rip this zipper down, fish my hand in there and pull out that big thing hiding inside," Malik softly sighed as he positioned his fingertips around the the top of his zipper. Tina sat there in a petrified daze as Malik's wrist disappeared inside the fly of his pants. "N..nnn..nnnooo," Tina mumbled incoherantly as she watched the black boy beside her suggestivly stir his hand inside the crotch of his jeans until his forearm tensed and a gleaming smile spread across his entire face. "UMM..HUMMM," Malik groaned in return as he raised his right arm upwards, exposing the head and upper shaft of his 9 and a half inch cock in the dimlight of the beach house's living room. "There it is Tina," Malik cooed soulfully, rolling his long black fingers sensuously back and forth over his removed monster, causing it to swing back and forth like a dancing snake on top of his lap. Tracing his fingertips around the maze of rigid and inflamed viens that lined his coal black appendage, Malik heartily laughed to himself as he watched a nervous red rash spread across Tina's tanned neck and chest. Guiding his thumb up to the top of his arching stalk, Malik took special care in pinching apart the folds of his glistening peehole to show Tina the traces of his pasty precum. "I'm gonna cum one way or the other Tina...either I'm gonna jack this thing off myself while you sit there like a scared kitten on the other side of the couch...or...you're gonna drag your preppy white ass over here..you're gonna bend down and you're gonna suck my nut out yourself," Malik offered firmly, as he continued to taunt Tina with the glaring shaft of his huge dark penis. "You want to suck it..don't you...you've been leering at my crotch ever since you sat down beside me...how bad is that burn in your stomach Tina...do you need something to put it out..or are you just..too..scared?" Malik crudely huffed. "I'm not scared," Tina desperatly wanted to cry but her tongue was still paralysed. "Yes you are..you're scared shitless," Tina inner voice chimed in from out of nowhere. "And you know what..you can't do a damn thing about it..he's sill sitting there blocking the only way out." Either some primal survival instinct or her pure, untapped and unsconscious lust tripped internally and before Tina even realized she had, her body slowly erected from the modified fetal position she had been seated and she started inching to her right, just like the scared kitten Malik had compared her to. The glaring black stud watched as Tina's trembling thighs scooted to the right, first across the far sofa cushion she was seated on, then the middle one before finally the weight of her encroachment caused the cushion Malik was reclined on to tilt slightly underneath him. Sensing Tina was close enough to touch, Malik slipped his left arm behind Tina's head, flarred his hand open before tightly wrapping his fingers into the back of the young girl's thick brown hair. "UUHHHH," Tina tensed instantly when she felt Malik tighten his grip on the back of her skull. "Now get your head down there and put your mouth to work," Malik grunted, tilting his raging beheamouth to the left until his seething, bull like cock's single eye was staring straight at Tina. "Open that mouth Tina....and be the White Slut you've always wanted to be!" Only the sound of the two's scattered breaths filled the spacious living room as Malik clicked the tv remote off with his free hand. "I want to hear the wet sound of your tongue and lips sliding up and down on my cock Tina," Malik huskily whispered. "And I want that same sound to stay inside your head for the rest of your life." Slipping his right hand down the length of his jutting appendage, Malik flexed his fingers around the base to hold it steady as he forced Tina's head all the way down to his crotch. "Nothing else matters in your life right now Slut... than swallowing as much of my jock into your mouth as you can," Malik forcefully demanded. A burgeoning sense of overwhelming power coursed through every fiber of Malik's tingling body as he watched the helpless way Tina parted her tiny lips, forced open her reluctant mouth as far as she could and closed it around the rock solid piece of black onyx that throbbed mightily from Malik's teenage loins. "MMMPPHH..MMMYYEEAAHH," the 18 year old boy sighed proudly, smiling wickedly from ear to ear as the sounds of Tina's choking and gurgling on his prick filter through the downstairs room. Malik could tell Tina wasn't very experienced at giving blowjobs from the tentative way she pressed her cheeks and lips together around his cock. "I bet she ain't done this more than two or three times," Malik guessed correctly as he massaged the base of his dick, causing it to jump angrily inside Tina's gorged mouth. "I bet I can give the Bitch plenty of chance to get good at it though," Malik thought wryly. "Right now though...all I really want to do is splash some jizz straight down her pretty little throat....watch her lick off what's left...and then see how she acts around me for the rest of the Goddamn weekend." "That's right Bitch...yeahhhh..suck that cock...you've been staring at it all night..I just loved your expression earlier when you and your Mom walked through the door and realized you two weren't gonna be alone all weekend.....never thought it was gonna end up like this...or did you?" Malik laughed. Malik's words caused Tina to blush even more as she fought desperatly to keep her neck muscles tensed so she could keep her mouth tightly encassed around the black kid's prick. "Damn..I swear I can smell her jizz boiling out of her pussy," Malik gleamed to himself. "And those small tits of hers..damn..they're pressing right into my thigh..I think she's really starting to get into this..I wonder if she'll want to fuck me after I shot all this cum down her throat?" Feeling his sperm start to sizzle out of the reservoir of his testicles, Malik leaned down and whispered into Tina's ear. "This is gonna be messy girl.....real fucking messy ....and you better swallow every last drop of it....ya ready?" Malik didn't wait for an answer to his gruff, rhetorical question as he raised his athletic hips off the sofa and started grinding his groin nastily against Tina's beet red face. With a cruel and hearty growl, Malik finally began to flood Tina's tonsils with his boiling, milky seed. Continuing to sandwich the young girl's face between his groin and his pressing left hand, Malik selfishly expended every bit of semen that had been welling inside of his sagging balls until the raspy, strained sounds of Tina trying to swallow the potent load buzzed erotically inside his head. "AAHHYYEEAAHHHBITCH...TAKE IT ALL!" Malik wildly barked, humping his crotch up and down against Tina's mouth until tiny bubbles of cum slurped out of the circumfrance of her stuffed and leaking mouth. "Damn...she's all hot now," Malik noted as he continued to empty his balls. " I can definatly smell her cunt now and just fucking look at the way her throat is churning up and down trying to get all that mess down..she's really starting to get into it....I bet when I pull the Bitch's head back and let her catch her breath..she'll be ready to jump up in my lap and fuck me some more with that pussy of hers." For the first time during the process of seducing Tina, Malik had been wrong about his instincts. After re-tightening his grip around the back of Tina's brown wavy hair to pull her face away from his crotch, Malik lavishly fixated on the way his still squirming penis was expelled from Tina's gaping mouth, and the copious amounts of jism that saturated her puffy lips and roughed up chin. Before he had got the words, "So you wanna climb up on top of me and get your pussy fucked," out of his mouth, the young girl had clumsily lept to her feet, tripped over Malik's outstretched legs as she tried to slip by him before scurrying quickly up the stairs with her hands firmly covering her soiled mouth. "Damn," he groaned dejectedly. __________________________________ Recklessly bounding up the steps, Tina fought galantly not to swallow, disgusted by the thought of yet another syrupy dose of Malik's savage lust slipping into her belly. Tina's heart sunk when she reached the top of the stairs and saw that the bathroom door was closed. Delirious from the itchy sensation of Malik's rich seed starting to crust on her skin, Tina first inclination was to make a mad dash for the safety of her bedroom. "You've got to get that stuff off Tina," her inner voiced raged. Gazing down the hall to see her Mother's bedroom door was open, Tina took a series of deep breaths, trying to calm herself when she realized it was her Mother in the bathroom. "Its dark in the hall..mom wont see..all..this..stuff..on me," Tina prayed as she motivated her feet to move. Creeping up the five or so feet to the closed bathroom door, Tina was prepared to wait her turn until she swore she could hear the sound of faint sobs coming from the other side. "M...M...Mom," Tina whispered, consciously trying not to disturb Tony in the other bedroom. "...Tina," Roxanne's voice rose from inside the bathroom after an extended silence. "Are you OK..Mom..I thought I heard you...crying ...in there?" Tina asked, for the moment forgetting about her own travails. "...Ye..yeah..honey..just collecting myself...my...my...my back is kind of acting up..that's all..just from the long car ride probably," Roxanne lied in a voice that filled Tina with a strange unease. Before Tina Ingle had a chance to brace herself for what was about to happen next, her Mother wedged open the door, giving her daughter just enough room to enter. Feeling the vivid bathroom light immediatly blind her eyes, Tina forgot about the visible evidence of how she had spent the previous 15 minutes as her equally disheveled Mom looked on in stunned disbelief. The instant the twos' eyes locked, it was clear to each that the other had just endured a life altering event. An unfathonable silence shrouded the Ingle women for several moments as each sized up the tell tale signs of sex on the other. From the bruising hickeys on Roxanne's neck and shoulders to the shiny traces of cooling cum that dotted Tina's chin, chest and smeared teeshirt. "No," each of them mouthed to the other several times before something instinctual switched on simultaniously inside each of their pysches, in some primal mother and daughter stream of conscious, causing Tina and Roxanne's gaze to shift across the hall, at the very same moment, to the sight of Tony Caldwell smiling satisfiedly on the jumbled sheets of his bed...... Part 3 on the way......... Thanks for reading........ Comments..... jprobx@webtv.net 2735 1.16/512345

Leasa's Snatch

Leasa's Snatch By Darkness This story is dedicated to the hottest bitch online-Leasa: Blonde4Blacks! Her stories brought this old man's black dick back to life!!! I can remember the first time I saw the gorgeous bitch walking across the parking lot of the software firm in which we both work. She was everything I had ever dreamed of: blonde, blue eyed; tall, but not too tall; slender, but stacked like the proverbial "brick shithouse;" and an exquisite face. She was a beauty. Easily the finest piece of ass in the whole company-and at this location we must have had at least 600 employees. I remember seeing her now and then walking out to her little, red Mustang convertible. It was obvious that she thought the car was cute. It was a Silicon Valley wife's way of slumming. Her husband drove a BMW, but she wanted to show her common touch. I was a programmer at the firm. At 63, I could barely afford my ten-year-old beetle. But Leasa Jons was in Marketing. In fact, she was a Product Marketing Manager. Barely 29 or 30 she was already making a lot more than old Rodney was and, quite frankly, it pissed me off. Leasa often came over to the Development Dept. and, with that kind of high class finesse women of wealth often exude, she'd diplomatically throw her weight around. She'd have us changing all kinds of things we were almost done with causing us to have to put in a lot of night work. No doubt about it, at times I hated her classy white bread manners and the power she had over me. Shit! I was old enough to be her daddy, yet I had to stand there and listen to her condescendingly tell me how my work was, "coming along." Yeah, I'd like to get this bitch, "cumming along," I'd often find myself thinking. Right at the end of my 10" pole. Well, one day I see this gorgeous, but haughty, little bitch walking to her car out in our lot, and I figure I ought to take a chance. Why not, I thought. I've always been pretty good with the women. Growing up in Mississippi, never had the chance of landing a white one-and especially a white one like this beauty-but, as they say, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." I was determined to take the chance. Besides, I had always heard this rumor that the little bitch might have some secret thing for black men, although, I do admit, I'd always written that off to some brother's bullshit, wishful thinking. Well, I'd had enough of just thinking about what Leasa Jons might be like in the rack. I was ready to, "Just Do It!" The worst that could happen is, I at least experience a few close moments talking to her outside of the work situation, and breathe in some of her heavenly perfume. "Hey, Leasa! Rodney Smith from the Development Dept., remember me? Hey, could you give me a lift over to my car? Forgot I left it on the other side of the building." Boy, I knew that was a weak excuse, but I didn't really have forewarning of bumping into her on this particular day. "Ummm...gee, I wasn't really going that way," she started backing me off. But sometimes the gods are with you. I suddenly felt very confident with this beautiful creature, can't explain why, but I just knew it was to be Rodney's day. "Hey," I pressed her, " Can't make an old man walk all that way, can you?" I said it with a big grin on my face. "Well, since you put it that way," she grinned back, and then got in the car signaling for me to do the same. As I got in on my side, I couldn't help but take a nice long look over at her long slender legs as the little, black dress she was wearing rode way up near the top of her thighs. She definitely noticed all this without even looking over, and immediately struggled with one hand to pull the garment back down a bit. My dick was already stiffening. This girl was everything I'd ever jerked off dreaming about. Blonde, beautiful, very built, very well bred, and very white. As she put her shades on, I thought, this bitch could be in the movies. I also noticed that little dress of her's kept riding back up those long thighs again. There is nothing like watching a gorgeous woman's thighs spread the way they have to as they work the pedals of a car. I loved it. And I could tell she didn't. This just made me love it more. She knew I was looking and it made her uppity little ass uncomfortable. Man, I could see the discomfort, and it was just making me hotter and more confident with each passing minute. I was no longer some old black man who worked for her. I was a man-period. And she was a woman. And we were sitting side-by-side in a little red convertible sporting around the parking lot. Man, I wished all the bro's I'd grown up with in Misssissippi could see me at that moment. They'd have eaten their hearts out, man. "May I say, Leasa, you really do have lovely legs," I casually said to her. Looking straight ahead, very suave, if I do say so myself. Man, did she turn red at that statement. Didn't think I could fluster a beauty like her so easily. But I guess she never had a 6'5", 63-year-old black man drop a line like that on her before. Man, I was loving it. All that poised, bullshit demeanor of her's kind of melted away-but fast! Now, I was the man, and she--she was just a little girl. The way it should be! "Uhhh...thank you, Rodney," she said. But her voice was kind of trembling. She was a nervous, little thing all of a sudden. "Your husband is one lucky man, sweetheart," I was on a roll now! Wasn't gonna let up for nothing now. "Well, Rodney...that's very nice of you to say, but..." "Well, it's true! Your legs are fantastic. You're really pretty fantastic all the way around, Leasa. And that's no bullshit." I was pushing it to the edge now. But somehow I knew it was now or never. I may never get a shot like this again. When you do, you better go for it. "Rod...um...where is your car are we close yet?" Now to most guys this mighta sounded like the girl was wanting to get rid of this big black man toolin' around with her. But did you get the, "Rod". Sure did lose some formality all of a sudden, didn't we? Well, I noticed it, big time. "I hope not," I kidded her with a big disarming grin. She blushed and tried to look away. Unbelievable, I thought, I got this hot, little thing goin'. "You know, Leasa, I really gotta tell you somethin'," I said to her-in my most sincere, (bullshit) voice-"I have always found you to be the most gorgeous thing in the walls of that big building we toil in every day." Shit, she just lit up. She tried to fight off a big grin, and then even turned away, like she was looking in the side view mirror, to avoid showing me how much she was just lovin' this bullshit I was feedin' her. But man, they're all alike. Can't resist hearin' any kind of bullshit about how great or beautiful they are. Nope! Don't question it a bit. Just take the crap hook, line, and sinker. "Rod, really...I don't know what to say. Thank you. I mean that, really. I just don't hear that enough," well, I was pickin' up the signals loud and clear now. "You don't!!! Is your husband blind, or just stupid!!!" I was takin' a chance here of offending her by insulting her hubby, but, hey, why not? I was in the home stretch here of gettin' inside her head, and I was gonna make my break. "Well...gee,...I've never had a guy...be so forward," she stumbled over her words. "Gosh, I'm sorry, Leasa...Mrs. Jons. I really didn't mean to be offensive." I was really pourin' on the bullshit now. "It's "Leasa", Rod. That's ok. I'm flattered, really. You certainly have a way with words." Yeah, sure I did. As long as I was tellin' her she was the hottest thing on the planet, I was Lord-Fuckin'-Byron to her. Unfortunately, at this point we did pull up to my car. But I was going for broke here- for broke! As I climbed out of the car and shut the door, I leaned over half back into the thing and said, "Hey Leasa, thanks so much for the lift. One good deed deserves another. Let me take you for a drink before you split tonight." "Oh Rod, I couldn't. My husband expects me home in the next hour and..." "Oh yeah, forgot about the guy who never compliments you." "Well, he's just not very expressive, and..." "Oh come on. One drink! Make my day, beautiful." Boy did that get her. Here's this fuckin' phenomenal looking woman--and just a sucker for a compliment. Her sexless, white boy husband left her hard up for this shit. And by doing so he left her completely defenseless to its narcotic effect. "Well, ok...just one. I suppose there's nothing wrong with that," she smiled up at me- like a fuckin' goddess. I was thinkin' maybe Aphrodite. Interesting enough, I know she noticed me checking her legs out again. But this time she didn't pull the short dress back down to cover what I was looking at. And the skirt was now hiked well up to the top of her thighs, almost up to her hips. She also didn't close her thighs from that spread position they'd taken as she worked the pedals of the car. In fact, as she agreed to go with me for a drink, I could swear I saw them relax and spread slightly, as if she were subconsciously "opening up" to me. "Great! Meet me at Johnny's. It's just a short drive away. East Palo Alto. Follow me." I said it all too quick for her to question it. Then I tooled off with the hottest babe I'd ever set eyes on, followin' me into one of the roughest sections of the hood in Silicon Valley. I just loved the look on her face as we drove into the section of East Palo Alto where Johnny's was. When we got there I pulled into the parking lot with this blonde nymph on my tail. We got out and she looked a little nervous. But I just nonchalantly put my arm around her and led her in the back door. As we stepped inside, I could feel Leasa allow me to more assertively put my arm around her. She was a little frightened by the neighborhood and the looks of the bar. It caused her to react like a little chick tucking itself under a mother bird's wing-`cept I was no `mother bird'. The place was old, seedy, and pretty empty. There were four old bros at the bar-and when I say old, I mean older than even me-two old men at the pool table, and the bartender, himself an old-timer. This was a bar for older black men who were down on their luck at a bad time to be `down on your luck', i.e., late in life. I thought, well maybe today their luck had changed, along with old Rodney's. All eyes watched us cross the bar to a table near the back. These old boys weren't used to seeing any white woman in this place, much less one who looked like Leasa. And they certainly weren't used to seeing some gorgeous young blonde under the `wing' of a sixty- ish black man. Curiosity would be an understatement. You could say they were pretty riveted on what was happening here. Leasa and I slid into a booth. I conservatively sat across from her and ordered her some white wine while I had a Johnny Walker. We shot the shit lightly at first, about work and such, until I changed subjects: "You know Leasa, I want to apologize for being so forward back there in the parking lot. I was really way out of line," I said, totally full of shit. "Hey Rod, it's ok. I liked it. I guess I just don't hear enough of that...even at home," she said wistfully, and glancing down, like women do when they go into their unconscious preening behavior. "Well, Leasa, you're the kind of woman who should hear it much, much more," I said as I reached out and folded her little hand into mine, rubbing her wedding ring with my thumb, "You really are absolutely beautiful." With this comment, her hand reacted by gently squeezing mine. To me it was her subconscious mind's way of saying, I'm yours. I got up and got a refresher for our drinks, but this time I slid into the booth next to her. I left some room between us as a back off, if I needed it. But she didn't react at all. I knew now, all systems were `go'! As we drank and talked on, I slid closer to her and casually put my arm around her on the back of the booth. I began to notice her throwing this drink down a little more loosely and more quickly. As she did, her speech became just slightly slurred. Almost home, I thought to myself. My arm was now down on her shoulders. As we talked and chuckled about life, I'd sometimes pull her into me. She resisted not one bit. So, as we met a pause in the conversation, I thought, it's now or never. I reached over, cradling her face in my large hand, and turned it up to mine. I brought my lips down onto her's gently, but firmly. As I worked my lips on her's, her lips began to respond. We began to openly kiss for the whole bar to see. Soon, my tongue snaked into her mouth. Her's snaked back into mine. We frenched openly. And the old boys at the bar grew restless. I knew Leasa was mine now. I began to fondle her tits through the fabric of her dress. Her nipples were hard as bullets and sticking out like projectiles. My thumb rubbed and teased them while she moaned into my mouth. She tried to weakly pull my hands away, but I just grabbed her hand and pulled it down into my lap. The back of Leasa's hand bumped into something as I pulled it down under the table. It was my ten incher poking way out under my left pocket. Looked like a big missile trying to get out of my pants. As we continued making out, I almost started laughing as I realized that when I let her hand go, it didn't move. It kinda stayed right there. In fact, the back of her hand kind of glided downward along my shaft to my inner thigh. I knew what the horny bitch was doing. She was measuring it. And I kinda think she liked the measurement she came up with-if you know what I mean. Leasa's kisses and probing tongue seemed to become much more urgent now, after her accidental encounter with my stiff pole. I guess no white boy she'd ever been with had quite "measured up" as I had. The poor girl threw one arm around my neck now and started whispering, "Oh Rod, oh Rod..." over and over again. Shit! She even started licking my ear lobe. A sure sign a woman is ready and set for fucking. The whole place was dark now. It was still almost empty, but for the four old men at the bar, the two old homeys at the pool table, and the bartender. My hand stroked Leasa's thigh. As I brought it higher it met that point where her thighs were still closed together. But almost as soon as I met the resistance it melted. I pushed upward, just a little, and her thighs easily gave way and spread. I really hardly had to try. Her thighs were aching to part for me at this point. When my fingers met the hinge of her thigh, they found Leasa's most intimate spot soaking wet with excitement for me. I had to have this bitch-and now! I lifted Leasa onto the table, kicking back half the booth. She was completely compliant now. I fucking ripped open the top of her dress, pulling it off her shoulders, down under her hips, off her thighs and threw it to the floor. She lay on the table, on her back, looking up at me. Her eyes were kind of glazed now, in shock of what was happening to her, but also conceding defeat. I pulled her bra off her and threw it on the floor. Man, what tits this ofay goddess had. Big fucking 36C, maybe D, jugs, and growing out of the most slender, feminine bod I had ever seen. The old guys at the bar were almost in catatonic shock at this point-but nobody was running for help. On the contrary, the wolves were circling to get a better view. As my hands squeezed and mauled her gorgeous tits, the old geezers were getting closer and closer for a better view of the hot, naked, white bitch writhing before them on the bar-table. After pinching her nipples, pulling them straight up from her body, letting go and watching them fall back to her rib cage, sliding and wobbling like erotic Jell-O, I slid my fingers under the waistband of her hose, and in one motion ripped them down off her. When I pulled them off her feet, I held the crotch to my nose and breathed her in- beautiful scent of over-sexed woman! I threw the panty hose in the face of one of the old timers. He rubbed it into his face and breathed deeply. They passed it around. But as they did, they stared at the naked pussy bared for the whole bar to see, and for me to fuck. I looked down into Leasa's glazed eyes. I thought of all her haughty, little attitudes at work. I thought of all the white women in Mississippi, as I grew up under Jim Crow, and the way they looked down on me. All this ran through my mind, as I looked down, down on Leasa Jons. As we looked into each other's eyes-her's up into mine, mine down into her's-I began unbuckling my pants. I let them drop right there, along with my briefs, and started stretching my lanky tool up over Leasa's belly. I wanted her to see its length and size before I would sink it into her hot pussy channel, forever changing her white bread life. Her eyes fixed on my weapon as I stroked it over her. They seemed glazed even more now. She even licked her lips unconsciously as she stared at it. I rubbed it back and forth over her belly, streaking her flesh with a heavy trail of precum. She looked at the gooey ooze streaked over her lower belly, her little finger dipped into the pre-jizz and then she lifted them to her lips. Her tongue snuck out and licked my fluids from her fingers, drawing them into her mouth. A second later, her hand reached down for more. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down along the full wet lips of her shaved snatch. I noticed the bitch had some sort of dual clit rings clipped into her clitoral hood. I thought, "Man, what a hot bitch. Who'da thought Leasa Jons would be wearin' a clitty ring-and even some kinda dual clitty rings?" I pushed forward and Leasa's legs rose instinctively. Her legs rose and spread for me, trying to offer me easier access to her womb. I got my arms under her thighs and leaned forward placing my hand on either side of the table. The gorgeous blonde was now bent back over, her knees almost touching her shoulders, and her pussy lips spread achingly wide for my further entrance. I sank my black snake deep into her depths. It squished for all to hear. God, this bitch was so hot for me her pussy was frothing. I began humping down into her. Sinking my long black stake in and out of her like a fucking piston. Soon, the slapping of our loins was rhythmically vibrating around the room. Two of the old men had unzipped and had their dicks out now, jacking them furiously. Poor old guys just couldn't wait their turn, I guess. My balls were slapping against Leasa's ass as I continued pounding into her, rattling the table so much the glasses we'd drunk from fell crashing to the floor. Leasa Jons was mine now. And forever. The blonde beauty was humping back up against me with everything she was made of. Her face was a mask of pent up lust. She'd never gotten it this good at home. She'd never gotten it this good before. She was insanely impaling herself onto my dick for all she was worth. Her grunting and moaning became louder and louder. Then she screamed a few times, kinda high-pitched yelps, almost like a dog in heat. She was cumming. Sweat broke out all over her. Then I slammed deep into her and I came too. Man! I just kept cumming and cumming. Her snatch felt so good on my dick. It felt like the tight, little thing was sucking the jism right out of me. Almost like that white, little pussy had found the food it had needed for so long, and liked a starved kitten was now nursing at the ebony nutriment this sixty three year old black man was willing to feed her. When I was done, I pulled my slimey snake outta her. I roughly grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to a sitting position, and made her clean my dick off. She licked it and sucked it with no resistance. In fact, it was more like I had to offer her resistance to get the thing back outta her mouth when I felt she was done. My dick was sore from that sensitive feeling a man gets after cumming. Anyway, I just really wanted the men in the room, and Leasa, to see that I was Master here. The blonde was just my slave. Leasa Jons was now just there to serve-and not just serve me. As I stepped back from the table, the old men from the bar started to close in around the table. Leasa laid there half unconscious at this point, one arm draped over her eyes, the other hanging off the table. Her thighs were spread wide, as were the lips of her pussy, with my thick, milky white jism leaking out of them forming a puddle on the table. I wondered if the poor bitch was on the pill. I hoped she wasn't. All my hopes and dreams would be answered to watch this blonde, blue-eyed goddess have to waddle to work carrying my ten pound child in her belly. Struggling to get in and out of her little Mustang! Man, I could just picture this Donna Reed-like suburban house wife droppin' my black, baby boy. God, would that be somethin'! The first old timer took a position between Leasa's spread thighs and wiped the head of his dick just once or twice up and down the stretched lips of her pussy, and then sunk his cock into her with one thrust. Leasa responded by lifting her legs and wrapping them around the hips of the old man. Another man stood along side her, reached down palming a handful of tit. He looked as though he couldn't believe what he had in his hands. He never imagined he'd be palming a tit so big, so beautiful, so young, and so white. He massaged it, squeezed it, pinched and pulled the nipple of it, as he began wiping the head of his dick across Sweet Leasa's lips. She turned her head toward him, opened her mouth and engulfed the dick's head. Soon, her head was bobbing off the table servicing the wrinkled, but rapidly growing meat. A third man was on the other side of her, just jacking away, watching the other two men. He would occasionally lean over and suck the nipple of her free tit into his mouth. Leasa would moan as he'd do this. As things progressed, the man grabbed Leasa's hand and wrapped it around his dick, replacing his. She immediately began pumping and jacking the old dick to the old timer's delight. The old guy fucking her came pretty fast. Thought it was gonna kill the old bastard. He grunted, then flexed his ass cheeks together. He must have pumped a load into her because when he pulled out her pussy overflowed with spunk that streamed down the crack of her ass. The guy in her mouth didn't last too much longer--he grunted, she gagged. As he pulled out of her mouth, he shot a load across her face, then on the side of her face. It drooled down into her ear. The old black man she jacked came too. He shot spurt after spurt all over her tits. When he was done Leasa began rubbing the black man's semen into her tits like it was some kind of lotion or something. She was practically bathing in it! As they moved away to take a breather, I saw the bitch playing with her clit. She was so fucking turned on now she needed more. The two guys from the pool table suggested we clear the table and load her onto it. I grabbed her by the hand, pulled her to her feet, and led her to the pool table. She was dazed and glassy eyed, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She followed willingly. Walking across the room, I could see the cum from her snatch streaming down her inner thighs. When we got over to the table, I helped her up onto it and she slumped onto her back, her legs hanging off the table, thighs spread. The two old pool players, one a fat, bald black man, the other a short skinny guy, roled her over into a prone position with her ass hanging off the table. They had their pants off already and their tools were sticking straight out. The fat guy stepped up slapped Mrs. Jon's ass, grabbed a cheek, squeezed it, then the other. Finally, he squeezed the two at once and spread them. We could all see her puckered asshole now. He leaned down and looked closely into her crack, then turned his head to us, and a big smile grew across his face. We all knew exactly what he was thinking. Soon, we were all chanting, "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah." Leasa was about get every thing she had comin' to her. In "reams". Wanna hear the rest? Well, ya gotta let me know gentlemen! Write me. If I get enough requests, I'll tell ya the rest of how Leasa gets slut-ified. Darkness0063@hotmail.com 5087 1.21/512345