When I arrived to pick up Tasha I got my usual smile from Pam and a half scowl from her father and then Tasha and I were on our way to dinner.  After eating we went to the teen club and danced and socialized until around ten and then Tasha wanted to go play.

 

Given her horny nature I half expected that she would drag me into the motel room after going a week without, but she didn’t.  It occurred to me that she wasn’t as needy as I expected because she had played some at school.  For a brief second or so I was pissed, but then I remembered our agreement.  And the of course there was Mom, Mary, Marge, Gail, Shelly and Andrea.  I had to work hard at not being a hypocrite.

 

As I buried my face in Tasha’s furry beaver I hoped that she had at least cleaned him (them?) out of her before giving it to me.  I didn’t normally mind taking cum from a lady’s honey pot, but I did like to know whose it was.

 

Tasha wasn’t happy when I told her that I wouldn’t see her until two on Saturday.  I told her that my mom had something that she wanted me to do Saturday morning.  Hey!  It wasn’t a lie.

 

A hot mouth on my cock and a girlish voice asking if mommy’s motherfucker wanted to come out and play started my morning.  I didn’t have to verbally answer the question.  My stiff cock was all the answer that was needed.

 

As usual we started cowgirl and finished missionary.  Sixty-nine and then anal.  A wash job, a blow job, more anal and then mom fixed us breakfast.  Over breakfast she brought up the mystery lady and I fibbed and said that I hadn’t seen her in over a week.  That got me an:

 

“Then obviously you don’t really need her that much.  Come on baby; help mommy out here.”

 

I fibbed again and said that the only reason I hadn’t seen her was that her Aunt Flo came to visit.

 

“I’ve never asked you for much baby, but I am asking you for this.  Please baby?”

 

She was right.  Mom was always giving and I don’t mean just since she first climbed in my bed and she had never asked me for much.  I thought on it while we ate and the weirdness of it kind of appealed to me and I wondered what it would be like to watch my mom and my dad’s mistress going at it.  Not that I thought it would ever happen if I did put them together.  I think I knew Marge well enough to think it wouldn’t bother her because she had made it clear that she had no interest in taking dad away from my mom.  Mom was the wild card here.  How would she react at seeing Marge and knowing that Marge was fucking dad?  And me?

 

My main reason for not wanting to put them together was the fear of losing one (or both) of them, but the more I thought about it I came to realize that at the worst I would lose mom.  Marge was kinky enough to get a kick out of knowing that she was having sex with every member of the family.  And there was a good chance that even though mom might cut me off as soon as she saw who I’d set her up with she might come around if I kept dropping her cum laden panties on my bedroom floor for her to pick up and wash.  I took a last sip of my coffee and said:

 

“No promises, but I’ll ask her the next time I see her.”

 

Mom gave a squeal of delight and jumped up and came over and sat on my lap.  She gave me a hot kiss and said:

 

“You won’t be sorry motherfucker.  I promise you that you won’t be sorry.”

 

That remains to be seen I thought.  Since we were eating breakfast naked mom’s sitting on my lap and squirming around caused a very predictable reaction and we ended up going back to the bedroom.  She wanted anal again so I obliged her.  As I showered to get ready to go pick up Tasha I wondered how I was going to go about putting mom and Marge together.

 

I was driving over to pick up Tasha when my cell phone beeped.  I didn’t recognize the number on the screen as I flipped it open and said “Hello?”

 

“Bob?” asked a male voice.

 

“Yes, this is Bob.”

 

“Bob this is Marcus Williams.  We met at Mary’s.”

 

“Oh hi Marcus.  How’s it going?”

 

“Fairly well thank you.  You remember what we talked about at Mary’s?”

 

At first I didn’t, but then I remembered.  “Your wife’s fantasy?”

 

“That’s it.  She wants to do it.  You still willing?”

 

I pictured some Aunt Jemima looking woman in my mind, but then shook off the thought and said:

 

“Sure.  When?”

 

“I know that it is short notice, but would tomorrow work for you?”

 

I thought for a minute before saying that it wouldn’t.  “I won’t have an evening open until Monday.”

 

“We’ll take it.”

 

“I won’t get off work until six.  How do you want to work it?”

 

“She wants you to pick her up here at the house.  Say seven?”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“It is part of her fantasy Bob.  Part of the kick will be her being seen driving off with a young white boy.  Can you treat it as a real date?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Not to be insulting, but are you okay for cash?  I want this to go well for her so I will help out.”

 

“I’m good.  I’ll see you at seven unless you call and cancel.”

 

He gave me directions and we said goodbye.

 

I picked up Tasha and we had dinner at the Texas Roadhouse and then we headed for the teen club.  The first person I saw was Eddie Wooters.  When he saw Tasha and me he got up and hurriedly left.  Going to be another one of those nights I thought as Tasha and I found a table and sat down.  We danced for a bit and then I got up to use the bathroom, but before going back to our table I went out to the car and got the pepper spray and the stun gun.

 

When I got back to the table we danced for a bit and then Tasha said:

 

“Think we should get out of here before Eddie gets back with whoever it is that he left to get?”

 

“No.  I’m not going to let him ruin the night.”

 

“You can be so dense at times Bobby.  That was my way of getting us out of here without sounding like a sex starved nymphomaniac.  I want to go find a bed.”

 

As we walked to the car I had my hand in my pocket ready to pull out the pepper spray or the stun gun, but we made it all the way to the car without seeing any sign of Eddie.

 

When I checked in at the Starlight the clerk asked me if I had given any more thought to the weekly or monthly rates and I fibbed and told her I’d checked my bank account and found that I wasn’t in any shape to do it just yet.

 

Tasha surprised me.  She usually wasn’t too fond of anal, but our third time she asked me for it.  Naturally I thought that whoever it was that she was seeing during the week was into anal and she was using our night to keep things from closing up too tight for him.  Might not have been so.  Might have been that she just wanted to do something special for me, but I couldn’t help the thoughts I had.  It was hard to avoid being a hypocrite, but I was trying.  Really, I was.  When I took her home we parked a block away and necked for a bit and made a date to go running in the morning.

 

I picked her up at eight and we again ran the Black Diamond and again she pulled me behind the mid-point bushes.  As she sucked me I kept an eye on the two trails above us, but no one ran them while Tasha and I were being bad.  I had her home by eleven and as I pulled away from her house I gave Gail a call and arranged to pick her up at one.

 

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Mom and dad where out somewhere when I got home so I sat down at the kitchen table and read through the ads in the morning paper looking for apartments.  I found a couple that looked good and I circled them meaning to look into them later.

 

Gail and I caught a movie and then went to the arcade for a while and then we headed for the Starlight.  I ate her and then I fucked her.  We went sixty-nine and when I was ready again I did her doggie.  As we rested up she asked:

 

“Are you really going to gangbang Mary again on Wednesday?”

 

“That’s the plan.”

 

“I just can’t imagine it.  I know that she is a very sexual person, but six guys?  I just can’t picture it.”

 

“I’ll grant you that gangbangs may not be for everyone, but Mary sure as hell enjoys them.”

 

While we talked Gail had been fondling the equipment and when it showed signs of life she went down on me and got me hard.  She climbed on me cowgirl and we went at it until I was ready to get off and then I rolled her onto her back and fucked her hard until I got off.  I took her home after that and told her that I would see her Thursday unless something happened that would let me call her sooner.  Even as I said it I knew that it wasn’t likely.  Monday would be Mrs. Williams and Tuesday was Marge.  Wednesday was the gangbang so Thursday was going to be the soonest I could get back to her.

 

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School was school and on the way to the cafeteria at lunch time I saw a line of newspaper machine like boxes and one of them said “Free Apartment Guides” and I grabbed one.  I was sitting at the table reading it when Gail and Nancy joined me.

 

“Whatcha doing” Gail asked.

 

“Looking for an apartment.”

 

“When you get it you had best not let me know where it is” Nancy said.  “I might camp out in front of your door until you take me in.”

 

We all laughed at that, but what neither of them knew was that Nancy’s comment killed off any ideas I may have had about getting an apartment to use as a fuck pad.  I could see it in my mind.  Once I took someone to it they would know where it was and they could drop by whenever.  I could see Gail showing up while I was doing mom or mom showing up while I was doing Pam.  I pictured Tasha coming home early and catching me with my mom or even worse – catching me with hers.  No indeed!  It was going to be the Starlight and the daily rate!

 

At work I was sent to the loading dock.  Shipping and Receiving were behind and needed help in catching up.  Ten minutes before quitting time Andrea came out to the dock and handed me a piece of paper.  I looked at it and saw it was blank as she said:

 

“That’s in case anyone wonders why I am here.  They will think I brought you something from the office.  Can you meet me in the basement when you get off?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

As she walked away Ben came up to me and said, “Now that is something that I would definitely like to tap.”

 

“Me too.  To bad she’s married.”

 

“Wouldn’t stop me.”

 

“Yeah, but you don’t have to behave where daddy’s employees are concerned.”

 

I was unlocking the padlock when she got there.  Once inside the room she asked:

 

“Do you have room in your busy schedule for me?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I hear that you have a girlfriend and then there is Shelly.  Gloria and Tina both want you and I understand that Gloria did have you for a while.”

 

“That is over and Tina actually ran away from me.”

 

“Whatever.  What I do know is that they both want you.  My problem is that I do too and that’s why I’m asking you if you can fit me in.”

 

“Why?  I thought things were good with your husband.”

 

“Dennis is marvelous when it comes to straight sex and I love him to death, but he has problems.  You already know how he is when it comes to oral sex and, well, he is the same way about anal sex.  I did what you suggested and on Friday he did give it a try and he seemed to like it.  The problem came when he pulled out of me and saw shit on his dick.  He ran into the bathroom and heaved.  Saturday night I took an enema to make sure I was cleaned out and we did it again.  When it was over even though there wasn’t anything on his dick he still went to the bathroom and threw up.

 

“My problem is that now, thanks to you, I am as hooked on anal sex as I am on oral.  I’ve adopted Shelly’s outlook.  I’ll continue to try and fuck Dennis to death with my pussy and get my oral and anal elsewhere.  So my question again is can you fit me into your schedule?”

 

“I’ll do my best.”

 

“That’s all I can ask for” she said as she took off her panties and bent forward over the table.

 

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I showed up at 411 Campbell Street and rang the doorbell. Marcus opened up the door and smiled when he saw me. 

 

“I was afraid that you would chicken out.”

 

“Not a chance.  How many guys my age ever get an offer like this?”

 

“Come on in.  Tash is still getting ready.”

 

“Tash?”

 

“Her name is Natasha, but most people call her Nat.  I call her Tash.  While we are waiting I’ll give you a quick run down on what is going on.  It was about twenty years ago and the sexual side of our marriage was going downhill.  We recognized it and talked about how to keep it from going into the toilet.  We agreed to spice things up for a while and did different things like role playing and some other stuff.  It worked for a while, but then started fading again.

 

“One day Tash asked me if I had any fantasies and of course I did so I told her what mine were and asked her what hers were.  It took a couple of months of talking about it, but we finally decided to live out those fantasies.  Twice a year we each get to live out one of our fantasies and tonight you are here to help her live out one of hers.  You need to know that the fantasy does not have a time limit.  It lasts until it is over then there has to be at least a six month wait until you can try the next one.  I know it sounds radical, but it saved us.  You have to really be in love and trust your partner to do it, but it has been more than worth the effort.

 

“You could be Tash’s boy-toy for a night, a week or even a year until she decides to call it quits.  Or until you do.  All I’m asking is that you do whatever she wants for as long as you can.  You may want to bail after this one night, but even if you do at least try and give her whatever while you are with her.”

 

“I’ll do my best.”

 

“I’d have to say from the cries I heard from Mary and Madge that your best will be more than good enough.  By the way; one of my fantasies was to go back and relive the fun of my college days and that is what I was doing at Mary’s the other night and what I’ll hopefully be doing it at Mary’s for quite a while to come.”

 

Just then his wife appeared at the top of the stairs.  I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it wasn’t what I’d thought it would be.  I had wondered if she was going to be one of those big matronly colored women and she was.  Not big and matronly, but BIG!  She was better than six foot.  I’d say six two or three in her bare feet and that gave her three inches on me.  I’d guess her to be about one sixty and every pound that she had over a hundred was in her tits and ass.  I could get lost in her cleavage.  She was at least my mom’s age (no surprise there) and she was stunning!

 

I gasped as she started down the stairs and Marcus whispered, “She sure is something isn’t she?”

 

“She’s magnificent” I whispered back.  “There isn’t any way in hell that I can do that much woman justice.  She deserves a guy with a foot long dick.  She is going to send me home with my tail tucked between my legs and too ashamed to come back out of the house.”

 

“Nonsense.  From what I saw at Mary’s we are about the same size and I take care of her just fine.”

 

By then Natasha was at the bottom of the steps and she asked, “And just what are you two whispering about?”

 

Before Marcus could say anything I said, “We were just talking about how disappointed I am.”

 

She gave me a nasty look and snarled, “You are disappointed in me?”

 

“Yep.  You must have seen me get out of my car when I got here and noticed that you were taller than me so you went back upstairs and put a pair of flats on.  With legs like those you should be wearing at least a four inch heel and I was disappointed that you didn’t want to look your best for me.  I want the woman on my arm looking her absolute best and for a woman like you that means high heels and the higher the better.”

 

“My god Marcus.  A white boy with a sense of style.  Where ever did you find him?  Don’t you dare go away.  I’ll be right back.”

 

She headed back up the stairs and Marcus looked at me and laughed and said:

 

“You own her now Bobby.  After that you can do no wrong.  Fuck!  I might not even get her back.”

 

Natasha came back down in a pair of ‘come fuck me’ pumps with a five inch heel and she did a pirouette in front of us and asked “Better?”

 

“I think that I might have just set myself up for some hurt.  I’m going to be fighting to keep guys away from you all night.”

 

She laughed and said, “I might just have to keep him Marcus.  So White Boy, are ready?”

 

“I’m yours to command my Nubian Queen.”

 

She laughed again and said, “Fix him up a room Marcus; I’m going to keep him.”

 

We walked to the car and I got the door for her.  She got in and I went over to the driver’s side and got in.  I was just turning the key when I heard her exclaim:

 

“Shit!!  She wasn’t supposed to be home tonight!”

 

I looked to where she was looking and saw a young brown girl looking at us.

 

“You know her?”

 

“Our youngest daughter.  She is supposed to be working.  She wasn’t supposed to see me with you.”

 

“You want to cancel?  Get out and make up some reasonably sounding excuse?”

 

“What?  And give up my silver tongued white boy?  Fat chance of that.”

 

I pulled away and she asked, “What are we going to do?”

 

“I’m taking us to dinner at a place my friends frequent.  I want everyone to see you with me and to be envious of my good fortune.  After that I place myself in your hands.  This is your fantasy night although I do have to say that it is working out pretty damned well for me too.”

 

“You do have one hell of a line White Boy.”

 

I took her dinner at the Texas Roadhouse and I was in luck as there were at least twenty people there that I knew.  It had the effect that I had hoped for.  The guys couldn’t take their eyes off Natasha and the girls (most of whom I had know for years and who wouldn’t have anything to do with me when I was in high school) were looking at Natasha with looks that said:

 

“What does Bobby have that a woman like that is with him?”

 

When we were through with dinner I asked, “What now Tasha?”

 

“Tasha?”

 

“You are unique my queen and I need my own special name for you.”

 

She grabbed the lapels of my sports coat and, surprising me and everyone else who was watching, pulled me to her and gave me a kiss that curled my toes.  She sent her tongue searching and I gave her a little back.  She broke the kiss and said:

 

“My immediate thought is to find a strong bed, but I want to play a little first.  Get me out of here.”

 

Once in the car I asked “What now my queen?”

 

“Do you have a fake ID?”

 

“No.”

 

“No matter.  I’m sure I can get you in.” 

 

She gave me directions to a club and when we got there she said, “Don’t sweat it White Boy; you’re with me.”

 

There was a very large black man at the door and he greeted Tasha by name and ignored me except for collecting the twenty dollars a head cover charge.

 

We walked inside and I almost turned and ran.  I was the only white male in the place.  There were a couple of white girls, but they didn’t stand out like I did.

 

“Steady White Boy; don’t forget that you are with me.”

 

We found a table and sat and a waitress came over.

 

“The usual Nat?”

 

“As always Sherry.”

 

“And you sir?”

 

“Beer.  Whatever is the coldest.”

 

The waitress walked away and Tasha laughed.

 

 “She called you sir.  In all the years I’ve come in here I’ve never heard her use that word before.”

 

“She thinks that I must be special or you wouldn’t be with me.”

 

“Are you special White Boy?”

 

“Hell no.  I’m just one lucky assed white boy who happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

 

“I’m going to flaunt you White Boy.  Almost every man in here tonight has tried to get into my panties and almost all of them never made it.  The two who did have larger – much larger – than average dicks so I have a reputation as a size queen and since I am going to make it obvious to everyone here that I intend to fuck your eyes out tonight they are all going to assume that you are hung like a horse.

 

“It is going to piss a lot of them off, but that is what I’m hoping for.  You will hear some nasty remarks and some racial remarks, but ignore them.  They won’t press them because they all know me and my temper.  Just ride with it White Boy and I’ll see to it that you are amply rewarded.”

 

“I already told you that I want men to see me with you and wish that they were me.  My attitude is “Eat your hearts out dudes.  She is mine.”  And you are you know.  At least for tonight.”

 

“There you go again.  My very own silver tongued white boy.”

 

Sherry brought us our drinks and after a couple of sips Tasha said that she wanted to dance.  I told her okay, but I insisted that we do it my way.

 

“Oh?  And what way is that?”

 

“You don’t bend down and put your head on my shoulder.  I’m not the least bit embarrassed that you are taller.  I want you upright and regal.  Look defiantly around the room and let your eyes tell everyone that I am YOUR white boy and that they can all go and suck eggs.”

 

We had a great time.  We got a lot of hateful stares, but I was thinking that is what she wanted.  When we danced close my nose was almost in her cleavage and some part of her was almost always in contact with my erection.  She dry fucked me during one dance and kissed me with tongue during two or three others.  She made sure that she got plenty of mileage out of flaunting her white boy.

 

Finally she said, “I’m ready to find that strong bed now.  How about you?”

 

“More than ready and just a bit scared.”

 

“Scared?  Why?”

 

“Afraid that I’ll disappoint.  I’ve never before had as much woman as I am with tonight.”

 

“Oh yes indeed White Boy; I am seriously going to consider keeping you.  Right now I need to hit the lady’s room.”

 

“I’d better go too.”

 

I was just zipping up when two guys came into the room.

 

“What you trying to pull asshole?  Where do you get off messing with our women?”

 

“You need to be taught a lesson” the other guy said.

 

Not being a total dumb ass I had recognized the part of town we were in when Tasha brought us to the club and I half expected some kind of trouble so I had my stun gun and pepper spray in my pocket.

 

Naturally since there were two of them they expected to intimidate me and the last thing that they expected was that I would attack.  I left both of them flopping around on the bathroom floor as I exited the bathroom.  I saw from the faces of a few people that they hadn’t expected to see me walk out of the room.

 

I collected Tasha and we headed for the Starlight.  As I pulled out of the club’s parking lot I asked:

“Did you tweak the noses of the ones you wanted to?”

 

“Oh yes indeed White Boy.  There is no doubt in the minds of anyone who watched us on the dance floor or saw the way we behaved at our table that you are going to see me with my clothes off tonight.”

 

She slid over next to me and went for my zipper.  She worked my cock out as she said:

 

“I need to get a look at what was poking into me all night.”

 

She stroked me for a bit and then said, “Watch your driving” as she leaned over and took me in her mouth.  After a mile or so she took her mouth off my cock and laughed.

 

“If they could only see me now with a young white boy’s cock in my mouth.”

 

She went back to sucking and licking and had me almost ready to blow by the time I got to the Starlight.  I parked the car and told her I was ready to blow in case she didn’t like cum in her mouth, but she kept sucking until I let loose and then she swallowed it all. 

 

“Not bad” she said as she licked her lips.  “Not bad at all.”

 

Once in the room we undressed each other and naked she was magnificent!!  I was staring at her mouth watering breasts when she said:

 

“Like them?  Forty-two Ds and they love attention.”

 

I gave them what they loved.  I sucked them and licked them and played with her nipples with my right hand while my left worked on her pussy.  Her moans led me to believe that I was doing something right.  I got her on the bed and we tongue wrestled for a bit and then I licked and kissed my way from her mouth down to her pussy.

 

Her pussy was bald and I dove right in with my tongue and I ate her to an orgasm and then I moved up, put her legs, still wearing her five inch heels, up on my shoulders and then fucked her.  I got her off twice before I got mine and then I surprised her when I pulled out and went back down on her again.  After a couple of minutes she gasped:

 

“I want mine White Boy; I want mine.”

 

I moved into a sixty-nine and we stayed there until I was hard again and then I did her doggie while watching her huge tits sway back and forth in the dresser mirror.  She got off three times before I got mine and then I rolled her on her back and went after those fantastic tits again.  She tried to pull me into another sixty-nine, but I wouldn’t let her because I wanted those tits.  She did fondle me and I did start to react. 

 

When I was stiff though not really hard I did something that I had never done before.  I moved up, straddled her and tit fucked her.  She held those fun bags pressed against my cock and moaned:

 

“Fuck them White Boy; fuck them.”

 

When I was rock hard I got off her and went into the bathroom where they had little complimentary bottles of shampoo and conditioner and I grabbed them and went back to the bed.  I got Tasha into the doggie position and pushed my cock into her.  I slowly fucked her as I started working on her rosebud with my thumb, fingers and the shampoo.

 

“What are you doing?  Stop that.”

 

“No way.  I’m going to fuck this magnificent ass.”

 

“I don’t do that.  Stop it!”

 

“You don’t do it for anyone else maybe, but this ass belongs to the white boy tonight and he is going to fuck it and make it his.”

 

“I don’t want it.  Stop it right now!”

 

I ignored her and kept working on the hole with my thumb, fingers and the liquids.  She kept saying no and telling me that she didn’t want it, but all she had to do to stop it was fall forward on the bed and she knew it.  She stayed on her hands and knees and pushed back at me as I drove forward into her pussy with my cock.

 

When I felt that she was ready I pulled out of her pussy and put the head of my cock against her rosebud and applied pressure.  I would stop if she fell forward, but as long as she stayed in the doggie she was going to get ass fucked.

 

“No damn it!  I don’t want it in my ass.”

 

“It isn’t your ass; it is mine and I’m taking it.”

 

As I slowly pushed I said, “I’m marking my territory.  The white boy is making you his bitch!”

 

I popped past the sphincter and said, “You are the white boy’s bitch now.  Say it.  Say I’m your bitch White Boy.”

 

She didn’t say anything, just moaned and whimpered as I slowly worked my cock into her ass.

 

“Say it Tasha.  Say I’m your bitch White Boy.  Say it!”

 

Still nothing but moans and whimpers. I was all the way in and I slowly started the forward and back motion.

 

“Come on Tasha; who owns you now?  Whose ass am I in?”

 

The whimpers had stopped, but the low moan remained and I felt her muscles squeezing my cock.

 

“Come on Tasha, say it.”

 

I felt her starting to push back and I smiled.

 

“Say it Tasha, say it.”

 

She slammed her ass back at me and snarled, “Fuck you motherfucker.”

 

For maybe a half second my mind asked “How does she know?’ and then I pushed the thought aside and said:

 

“Say it Tasha.  Whose ass am I fucking.  Who is my bitch?”

 

“Fuck you!”

 

I stopped my in and back strokes and just held myself still.  I waited for a couple of seconds and then said:

 

“Say it Tasha.  You know what I want to hear.”

 

She screamed, “Fuck me damn you.  Fuck your bitch!  Fuck me you bastard.”

 

I started fucking her and after maybe a minute she was moaning, “Fuck my ass, fuck your bitch, make your bitch cum” as she pushed herself back at me.  I know she got off at least once and I think she may have gotten off a couple of more times before I got mine.

 

I pulled out of her butt and she fell forward onto the bed.  I looked down at her pretty pleased with myself and then she surprised and shocked the hell out of me.  She rolled over, sat up and captured my cock in her mouth and licked it and sucked it.  Then she pulled me down and rolled me onto my back.  I did mention that she was big right?  She pinned my shoulders and pushed her face down into mine and snarled:

 

“Kiss me motherfucker; kiss your bitch and taste your fucking ass.”

 

And I did it.  My shoulders were pinned but my hands were free and I pinched, pulled and tweaked the nipples on her great tits as I sent my tongue searching in her mouth.  She broke the kiss and said:

 

“Damn you White Boy; God damn you!”

 

She rolled off me and I got up and went into the bathroom and washed my cock.  I got back on the bed and laid down in such a way that she could suck my dick if she wanted to and then I went to work on her pussy.  It was maybe a minute or so after I started munching on her honey pot that I felt her mouth on my cock. When I was hard again I asked:

 

“Where do you want this one my Nubian queen?”

 

Her choices of course being ass, pussy or mouth and she looked at me and snarled:

 

“Don’t be giving me any of that Nubian shit motherfucker.  I’m your bitch now.  Use me.”

 

“Okay then; on your knees bitch!”

 

She got into the doggie position and I took her ass for the second time after which we fell asleep.  That wasn’t supposed to happen.  I was supposed to get her home around one, but we fell asleep.  I woke up around one because Tasha had my cock in her mouth and when I was awake and hard she got on top and said:

 

“Fuck me motherfucker; fuck me.”

 

I got us both off and then we fell asleep again.  I woke up around four and moved between her legs and ate her until she came awake and then I took her missionary after which we again fell asleep.  She woke me up at six by shaking me and when I opened my eyes she said:

 

“Hurry up and get dressed.  We have to get the hell out of here.  I have to be home before Marcus and Vonda wake up.”

 

I drove like a crazy man to get her home and it was a miracle that I didn’t get stopped for speeding.  When I pulled up in front of the house I said:

 

“I don’t have any classes tomorrow.  Can we get together?”

 

“I don’t know White Boy.  Call me after Marcus has gone to work and Vonda has left for school.  Around eight-thirty or so.”

 

She leaned over and kissed me with some tongue and then I walked her to her door and took her in my arms and kissed her again.

 

“I hope that your white boy fantasy was all that you hoped that it would be” and then I kissed her one more time and left her standing there.  She stood there watching me until the car was out of sight.

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

School was school – same old same old – at least until lunch time.  I’d no sooner set my tray down on the table than a pissed off milk chocolate brown girl walked up to the table and said:

 

“Are you fucking my mother you asshole?”

 

I finished sitting down, took a sip of my Vernor’s and said, “And a good morning to you too Vonda.”

 

“Answer my question.”

 

“Why should I?  As I remember it every time I tried to talk to you while we were in high school you stuck up your nose and turned your back on me so why should I talk to you now?”

 

“Just answer the damned question.”

 

“I don’t think so.  Why don’t you go and ask your mother?”

 

“Yeah!  Right!  I saw her leave with you last night and I saw you bring her home this morning and I saw the two of you kiss.”

 

“Shame, shame on you Vonda Williams.  Spying on your mother.  Tsk, tsk.”

 

I started eating my lunch and ignored her much as she had ignored me from the eighth grade on.

 

“I’m waiting Marchant.  I want an answer.”

 

I ignored her and ate my lunch.  Finally she snarled “Fuck you” and stormed off.  I debated calling Marcus and Tasha, but decided not to.  I doubted that she would approach her parents on it so why say anything that might cause a problem.

 

++++++++++++++++++++++

 

I was breaking down a shipment on the loading dock when Andrea came down from the office and said:

 

“Marge asked me to bring this to you” and she handed me a piece of paper.  I read it and all it was was one word.  “Please?”  I folded it up and put it in my pocket.  Ben was watching Andrea walking away and he said:

 

“One lucky son of a bitch.”

 

“Who? I asked.

 

“Her husband.  Imagine having something like that around full time.”

 

“She is nice isn’t she.”

 

“Fantastic is what she is.  I have a cousin who always says that he would suck the dick that was fucking her when he sees a woman like that.  I always thought that it was a stupid thing to say until Andrea started working here.”

 

“You would do that?”

 

“What?  Oh fuck no.  That’s just a saying to show how much you would like to have her.  Something like “I’d eat a mile of her shit just to see where it came from.  I will say this about her thought.  She is purely table grade pussy.  You do know what table grade means right?”

 

“Can’t say as I do.”

 

“It means that you would eat it even if you could never fuck it.”

 

For some reason that made me think of Shelly.  I shrugged and got back to work.

 

I swung by the office and stuck my head in Marge’s office to see if she was in.  She was and when she saw me she smiled.

 

“The answer is yes and the question had better be “Do you want to?”  I’ll need an hour though.  I need to finish up all this paperwork before I can leave.”

 

“See you in an hour.”

 

Andrea was waiting when I got down to the basement. As I was unlocking the door she said:

 

“Shelly is pissed at me.”

 

“Whatever for?”

 

“Because I can be here and she can’t.”

 

I shrugged and said, “She needs to convince her hubby that he needs to get a job like Dennis has and then she wouldn’t need to hurry home every night.”

 

Once in the room I asked, “What will it be tonight?”

 

“Some sixty-nine and then some pooper packing?”

 

“I only have an hour so we had better get to it.”

 

“What?  No romance?”

 

“You don’t want romance and you know it.  You just want what Dennis can’t give you.”

 

“Yes, there is that” she said as she took off her panties and pushed the air mattress onto the floor and I gave her what she wanted.

 

“Tomorrow?” she asked as she pulled her panties back on.

 

“I’ll be short on time tomorrow so it will only be oral if that is okay with you.”

 

“I’ll take what I can get.”

 

As I was heading for Marge’s I took out my phone and called Marcus.  I’d thought on it all afternoon and finally decided that he and Tasha needed to know about Vonda.  When he answered and I let him know who he was talking to I said:

 

“We have a problem.”

 

“What kind of a problem?”

 

“Remember at Mary’s that you asked me if I’d ever had any chocolate pussy and I told you that there was one girl that I really wanted to nail in high school but she wouldn’t even talk to white guys?”

 

“Yes.  I remember.”

 

“Well I saw her last night as your wife and I were getting into my car and she saw us.  She also saw us when I brought Natasha home.  This afternoon at lunch she came up to me and asked me if I was fucking her mother.”

 

“What?”

 

“The girl was Vonda.  Your daughter.”

 

“You are shitting me!”

 

“Not the least little bit.”

 

I told him what had happened at lunch and then said, “I thought you should know.”

 

“She actually asked if you were fucking her mother?”

 

“Word for word.”

 

“Damn! I’d better go talk with Tash.  Thanks for calling.”

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

I parked my usual block over and walked back getting there just as Marge got home.  She didn’t want any foreplay so we got right to it.  We went three times with some oral in between and as we lay there catching our breath after the third time I said:

 

“My girlfriend is still pushing hard for me to set the two of you up and I’ve decided to give in.  Are you interested?”

 

“Of course I am.  When?”

 

“I’ve got something going every night this week so how about we set it up for Monday?”

 

“Why not set it up for this week?  You don’t have to be there for it.”

 

“I do need to be there for it.  I fully expect that by setting it up I’m going to lose one or both of you so I want that last time.  I’ll set it up, but we will do it my way” and then I explained how I wanted to do it and why.

 

“You are being overly dramatic here stud.”

 

“No I’m not. It is going to bite me on my ass and I know it, but I’m in love with you both and I want to do things for you even if it does cost me.”

 

I didn’t wash before going home.  It no longer mattered whether mom tasted mystery woman on me or not.  The die was cast.

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

When I got home I found that mom had fallen asleep on the couch while reading a book.  I thought about going straight up to my room, but instead I shook mom’s shoulder and woke her up.  She asked what time it was and I told her it was a little after ten.

 

“I wasn’t going to wake you up.  I was just going to take out my mystery woman coated cock and lay it under your nose to see if the scent might have woken you up.  But then I thought that dad might walk in on us and I didn’t want to chance it.”

 

“You father went to bed early with a headache, but you’re right.  He could wake up.”

 

She stood up, took me by the hand and led me out into the garage.  We got on the backseat of her car and she said:

 

“Take it out for me.”

 

I did and she licked and sucked it until I was hard and then she pulled up her skirt and took off her panties.

 

“I shouldn’t do this for you since you won’t set me up with her, but I can’t be heartless and leave you hang after getting you up.”

 

She spread her legs in invitation and of course I accepted.  As I sank my cock into her I was thinking that my life since turning eighteen was nothing but weird.  Here I was fucking my mom on the back seat of her car in my parent’s garage and with my dad sleeping no more than forty feet away.  Weird man; just fucking weird.

 

Once we had both gotten off and I was still inside her going soft I said:

 

“If you are a good little girl I’ll take you to see mystery woman next Monday.”

 

She squealed with delight and pulled me down and kissed me with a lot of tongue and then said:

 

“Don’t you mean that if I’m a bad little girl?  You do want me to be bad don’t you?”

 

“Yeah.  I guess I do.”

 

“Okay then; let’s change cars.”

 

“What?”

 

“Change cars.  You’ve had me on your back seat and we’ve just done it on my back seat and there is still one to christen – your dad’s back seat.  So let’s change cars so I can be bad on your father’s back seat.”

 

Suddenly it occurred to me that I now knew where I got ‘my weird’ from.  We moved to the back seat of dad’s car and mom was bad.  Really, really bad.  I helped.

 

++++++++++++++++++++

 

I was all caught up with my school work so I didn’t have to get up and go to the library.  Mom woke me up with her own built in alarm clock – her mouth – after dad left for work.  Once I was up she climbed over me and settled down on me cowgirl and slowly rode me.  She bent down and kissed me and asked:

 

“Did you mean it?  Did you really mean it?  I’m going to meet my mystery lady?”

 

“On Monday, but only if you agree to do it my way.”

 

“Your way?  What is that?”

 

I explained how I wanted it done and she gave me a strange look and said:

 

“That is just so stupid.  You are letting your fears scramble your brains.”

 

“No I’m not.  I know that there is a better than even chance that the outcome of you two getting together is going to be that I’m going to lose one or both of you so I want to be sure that I get one last time with each of you so it is either my way or it won’t happen.”

 

“Whatever!  Right now we need to finish.  I’ve got a busy day in front of me and I need to get going on it.”

 

I rolled her on her back and did her hard until we both got off and then I let her get up and head for the shower.

 

While she was showering I called Tasha.  When she answered the phone I said:

 

“Good morning my queen.  Miss your young white boy?”

 

“More than you can possibly know.”

 

“Would you like to get together today?”

 

“No.”

 

“No?  You miss me more that I can possibly know and you don’t want to get together?  I thought we had something going.”

 

“We did White Boy; we did.  I want to see you, but I don’t dare.  I don’t know how to explain it White Boy, but you are dangerous.”

 

“Me?  Dangerous?”

 

“You are.  I’m no spring chicken.  I’m a very sexual woman and I’ve led a very active sexual life.  I’ve been with over a hundred different men and a lot of them were very good lovers.  A couple of them were exceptional, but not one of them had the effect on me that you had.  Not one of them was ever in my ass.  Marcus has never been in my ass.  But you were.  And even though I fought like hell to keep all of the others out you made me take it.  I told you to stop; I told you that I didn’t do that and I told you that I didn’t want it, but I let you have it.  I have no idea why, but I gave it up to you.

 

“I love Marcus to death.  I would kill for the man and if need be I’d die for him, but as much as I care for him and as much as he means to me if you would have said to me, “Come on bitch.  We’re leaving and going of to somewhere where we can be together from now on” I would have gone.  I don’t know how it happened.  I don’t understand it, but when you told me that you were going to make me your bitch you actually did it.

 

“You made me your bitch White Boy!  I don’t know how a nineteen year old boy could do that to a forty-four year old woman, but you did.  When I was with you you owned me.  I would have done whatever you said.  But it was only while I was in your physical presence.  Away from you I am clear headed so as much as I want to be with you I can not allow myself to be near you.  So yes White Boy; you are dangerous.  I can not allow myself to be near you.  I can’t see you again.  Please don’t call me again” and she hung up on me.

 

I stared at the phone in my hand and thought, “Wow!  What a shot for my ego.”  But I didn’t believe it.  She said it herself.  How could a nineteen year old do that to a forty-four year old woman?  Simple.  He couldn’t.  I didn’t affect Mary, mom or Pam that way and they were in their forties.  Late thirties anyway.  No.  Natasha couldn’t be right.  It must have been the drinks she had that night.  Or an overactive imagination.

 

++++++++++++++++++

 

It was shipping and receiving for me at work, but this time it was Shelly who came down to the loading dock.  She handed me a piece of paper and went back to the office.  Ben wasn’t around to make any lustful comments as I watched Shelly’s ass wiggle away so I was alone to read the note.

 

“Mike is working late so I don’t need to rush home.  I’m hurting.  Please?”

 

Once in the room I asked, “What’s your pleasure pretty lady?”

 

“I need both lover.  Have you got the time?”

 

I did and I saw to it that she had an enjoyable “both” before we were done.  As she was pulling on her panties she said:

 

“Mark is going out of town for a week.  He will be gone from Sunday night until late Friday or early Saturday.  Give you any ideas?”

 

“A couple.”

 

“Any that I might like?”

 

“A couple.”

 

She kissed me and hurried off.

 

+++++++++++++++++++++

 

Once again there was a lack of parking in front of Mary’s and I had to park a block away and walk back.

 

Mary was in the living room and she was alone.  She saw the confused look on my face and said:

 

“They are all upstairs.  I’m down here because I promised you that you would be first.  A couple of them are pissed that I’m making them wait so they have to get seconds after a kid.  All I can say to that is “fuck ‘em.  Are you ready for me lover?”

 

“As always sexy lady.”

 

“Come on then lover; let’s go up and see your surprise.”

 

“Surprise?”

 

“Oh yes lover.  You are going to be surprised.”

 

And I was.

 

 

To be continued.