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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Teenage Dick Slinger by Long Boy Slim (Stroker374@aol) *** A young black teenager turned on by nude photos of his friend's mother and grandmother, ends up fucking them both and another relative to satisfy his carnal lusts. He continues to fuck his friend's mother for years until she moves away. (Fm-teen, ped, nc, rp, voy, rom) *** This happened when I was 15. It's sort of funny because I recently found the long forgotten pictures from 1975 that sparked my memories of my relationship with this woman as I was going through my old collection of baseball cards which were stuffed in boxes in the closet. My friend Alex and I were in the patio of my home, smoking a joint and sharing a Colt 45 beer back then in 1975, when I decided to break out my father's collection of porno magazines. We shuffled through the pages and Alex said, "this ain't shit. You want to see something come with me." I placed the magazines back careful to place them exactly as my father had left them. We walked three houses over to Alex' place and he pulled down his box of baseball cards. There in the back were about 20 Polaroid photos of his mother, Edna, nude! I grabbed them and quickly shuffled through them. There was a couple of her lying on her side, her large hairy bush showing. There was some of her spread eagle. There were a few of her laying on her stomach, Alex' hand in the photo, clearly holding her pussy open. Edna Jones had a big pussy. It was gaped wide open and it looked wide enough to hold a soda bottle! "Damn boy! How did you get these? Your mama let you shoot these pictures man. You fucking Mrs. Jones man?" I asked. "Nah motherfucker, hell nah! I took em when she was sleeping. When I fix her up right, she can't wake up if she wanted to. I know what to do to knock a motherfucker out," Alex said. "You think that's something, look at these." Alex went to the closet again, this time removing a large box of comic books at the rear of the closet floor. He reached into a hole in the sheet rock wall and pulled out a manila envelope. Inside it were more photos of his mother, his aunt Julie, his sister Lisa and his Grandma Lillie. They were all the same, women laying out asleep with their genitals totally exposed. Several had Alex' hand on them, holding open their pussies. He went on to tell me how every other night the women, who all lived right on the same block, would take a 5 milligram Valium to help them sleep or calm their nerves. He got wise to the trick and every so often, slipped a 10 or a 20 milligram tablet to them which knocked them cold. Each of them had prescriptions for the 5 milligram Valiums, prescribed by Dr. Smith, who would give kids a shot of penicillin without their parents' knowledge if they had claps or the blue balls. Alex had grown wise to what they'd do and he would slip them a mickey, so to speak, when he wanted to have something to jerk off to. You know how boys are, so I asked had he ever fucked them. He told me no. He had thought about it, but never followed through because he felt guilty. I asked if he would let me get some pussy when he knocked them cold again. He flatly told me "hell nah, motherfucker. Shit nah. You ain't fucking none of my kinfolks. I ain't fucked em, you ain't fucking em, and ain't nobody else fucking em. These the kinfolks. It don't hurt to look at the pussy and snap a shot, just don't put your dick in it is what my uncle Roosevelt told me back in the day when he showed me how the game was played." Man, looking at pussy shots of women you knew back then did something to you. I would never tell on Alex and he wouldn't tell on me, but I wanted some of that pussy as my dick was aching now. I had a plan. I knew Alex liked to sleep after smoking a good joint. So the next night I knew Mrs. Jones would be taking her Valium about 8 p.m. and dozing off as usual since we were always at one another's house. We hung around so much I walked into his house like it was mine and he did the same at mine. His father worked nights at a fertilizer factory. Mrs. Jones was a pediatric nurse and went to work at 6:30 a.m. Shortly after Mrs. Jones had taken her bath and went into her room and closed her bedroom door and said her usual, 'goodnight boys,' Alex and I stepped into his back yard and I fired up a big joint of Columbian. It was good weed I had gotten from a white guy at school. Back then an ounce of regular weed cost about $35 to $40. The stuff we called "Bo" which was stronger cost about $60. But the Columbian with its sticky buds, red and orange hairs and highly potent, sweet, pungent smell, cost $100 an ounce. It was that good. You could take three puffs off of a good Columbian joint and put it out because you were high as hell for hours on end. You would get the munches, eat, trip out and laugh a while, but then you were out like a boxed hit by Mike Tyson in his early years. As we figured Mrs. Jones was probably asleep, we were on the side of the house and I lit the joint, took a quick hit and passed it to Alex, who hogged it, taking three or four deep hits on it, holding it in for the maximum effect, before expelling the smoke. He was my road dog, my buddy, but he was a greedy bastard, always trying to get over by smoking everybody's good weed and buying the cheap shit to share. I took another light bump and put it out. Alex was so greedy he grabbed the half joint and fired it up again, taking a couple more deep pulls on it. We went to the wash room, got some soap and towels and washed our faces and hands, then sprayed on some Ozium to kill the scent in case Mrs. Jones was up. We walked into the house and put on some Red Rose sausage to satisfy the munches we were experiencing. When it was boiled, we ate the greasy ass sandwiches and drank orange juice. He looked in on Mrs. Jones and said "yep. She's sleeping now. I'm gone take some pictures later on and show your crazy ass tomorrow motherfucker." "Alex, man let me take some pictures man. Please, let me do it," I begged. "Or you can do it now and just let me see how you take them." "Man you ain't 'bout to take no pictures of my mama and try to put your big ole' black dick in her. You crazy as a motherfucker man," he chuckled as we walked to his bedroom. "Man I done told you, I'll show your ass the motherfucking pictures, but you ain't about to fuck with my mama nigga!" Alex knew I had a big dick. It was about 10 inches, really long, like a horse, which is why some of my friends called me "Horse." He had seen it when we were a couple years younger and we had pissing contests, seeing who could piss the furthest from the back porch. Alex laid back on the pillow in his bed and started to nod. The Columbian was taking effect. Alex laid down and started to snore, like his mother does when she's extremely tired. I shook him a couple times, "wake up motherfucker. Wake the fuck up man," I said as he continued to snore. The weed was working now. I reached beneath the bed and got the white Polaroid Swinger camera, grabbed a fresh pack of film, inserted it and creped to Edna's room. I opened the door slowly, peeking in. She was laying on her stomach cross ways on the bed, wearing a long white terry cloth gown. One of her white fluffy toed house shoes was dangling off of her foot. The other laid on the floor. The telephone was off the hook, laying on the bed and a half drank glass of Miller High Life beer was on the dresser stand. The lights were on. I called her name, "Mrs. Jones. Hey, Mrs. Jones," I said. Then I got a little bolder. I walked into the room, calling "Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones." She never answered and was out for the count. I walked over to her, shook her shoulders and she continued to snore, not making any sign of movement. I shook her again and got no movement, just the snoring that continued. I walked out of the room and went back to Alex' room and shook him. He too was snoring wide open, the weed controlling him. Then I went again to Edna's room and pulled up the robe. She was wearing a pair of white, high cut panties. She had on no bra. I parted her legs slightly and stood back to take the first photo. I got a picture of her wearing panties, but it was a hot enough photo for me back then. Then I pulled her panties to the side and got a shot of her pussy showing. Then I pulled them off completely and got two more shots of her spread eagle from the rear. Then I flipped her over and got some full body shots showing her entire person. Then I went for gold, spreading her thighs and getting close-ups of her vagina. I'm uncertain somewhat because it was a long time ago, but I was near the end of the film packet which I think held 10 or 12 when I decided I needed more. I went back to Alex' room and got another packet of film. He had two boxes of it. I know because I was with him when he stole if from Sears Roebuck, placing the film inside the bag after we had both bought a pair of Converse All Stars one day. I went back and snapped the last pictures in the first loading, then I loaded the second pack of film. I got bolder, being as hard as steel, and I leaned in for a taste, licking Edna Jones' cunt straight down the middle. I got on my knees and put her legs across my shoulders and I ate her pussy for what might have been 10 minutes and she was totally wet. Edna giggled, 'oooh baby.' I quit sucking on her and hit the floor, letting her feet rest on the floor. I eased up again, looking in her face. Her eyes were still closed and she was snoring. I couldn't take anymore so I dropped my pants and drawers whipped out my rod and eased into her, supporting my weight on trembling hands while I dipped my head to suck her tits. I rolled easy on top of her, still supporting my weight with trembling arms. I started to roll around in her and had nearly my whole length in her when I could hold back no longer and cummed in her, still fucking hard inside her. I was still hard and continued to pound her. When she missed a breath snoring, I paused. Then I got up and turned her over so I could lay on my side and fuck her from the back. I got behind her, started fucking her deep and grabbed one breast with my right hand. The other nipple I held in my mouth with my left hand. Within 10 minutes, I shot another load deep into Mrs. Jones. I immediately got up, took more photos of her, the cum flowing from her pussy which now stood gaping. I got wet soapy towels and dry towels. I cleaned her the best I could and placed her clothes back on as I had found her. After doing my best, I tossed the dirty towels into the washing machine outside and cut it on. I returned the camera to its place beneath Alex' bed and shook him a few more times. He was still knocked out from the weed. I went home with my collection of pictures and the memories of Edna Jones. The next morning, Tuesday, when I pulled up in my 69 Camaro to pick up Alex for school, the first thing from his mouth was "Man, what did you do last night?" "I ain't did shit. I went home when your black ass went to sleep," I replied. "Well man my mama was asking me who was at the house last night and who came into her room," Alex said. "I told her you was there for a little while and then you went home. She sort of shook her head and said 'OK' She asked me what time you left and all that shit. Then she ain't say nothing else. She just left for work." "Well I ain't go in your mama's room. I ain't go no damn where but home," I said, feeling guilt and feeling afraid. "You know I got to work tonight. So your motherfucking ass don't want to be questioned you might not want to come over until I get off at 9," Alex said. "OK. Cool. If your mama asks me something I'll tell her I ain't did shit because I wasn't even there," I said. School went as normal and we came home around 3:45. Alex went to work. After I finished my home work and played basketball, I got a call about 5:15 from Edna Jones. "Aaron, how you doing?" Mrs. Jones asked. "I'm fine Mrs. Jones. How you doing?" I asked. "I'm fine Aaron. But I need to talk to you in a little while. I'm going to the grocery store and I'll be back at 6 o'clock. I expect you to be here when I get back," she said. "What is it Mrs. Jones?" I asked. "I'll talk to you about it when I get back Aaron," she said. "Bye for now." I was nervous as hell because I figured she knew I fucked her since I was the only one there. I was playing around with lies in my mind to maybe get away with it. One thing for sure, I wasn't ever going to that shit again. I knew she was going to bust me on it. I walked the three houses up as she was pulling into the driveway and I opened the door for her. She was wearing her white nurse dress with the gold RN pins on the lapel. Even though I knew I was about to be busted, I stole a glance at her crotch as she exited the Buick Electra 225 with a bag in her arms. "Hey Mrs. Jones. Give me the bags," I said as she piled three bags into my arms. I walked behind as she opened the door. I laid the bags on the counter top and she began putting up grocery items. As I said, no one was home. Mr. Jones worked from 3 p.m. until midnight, Alex was at work as was his 18-year-old sister Vivian. I was nervous and asked Mrs. Jones what she wanted to talk about. "Did you come into my room last night?" she asked. "No. No Mrs. Jones, I went home. I didn't come into your room," I said. "Now Aaron, I'm going to give you another chance to tell the truth. If you tell the truth we can deal with it and you won't get into trouble. But if you lie to me, there's going to be plenty of trouble. Somebody – either you or Alex – is going to be in a world of trouble – only if you lie to me!" she said. She walked to her bedroom and called me into it. I walked in and she was holding the panties she had worn last night and pointing to a huge cum spot in the bed. The white panties had a huge yellowish stain in the crotch area. I mean the spot of dried cum covered all the white cotton patch in the bottom and had oozed out to the silk material. "This look familiar?" she said as she threw the panties at my face. "You know I can take these panties and this sheet to the police and find out which one of you were in here fooling with me last night. I know you did it. I could tell when I woke up this morning my body wasn't right. Somebody had been in me when I was asleep." Looking serious standing in my face and pointing her finger at my nose, Edna Jones said, "I can call the police and let them figure this out after I talk to your parents if you want to continue lying to me Aaron." There I was, busted. I began crying and confessed what I had done and lied somewhat, making her think she was drunk and had invited me in. She said she couldn't remember that much, but figured she had drank too much. Still, what I did was wrong and she called it rape. "You know better. Had it been somebody else you'd be your black ass in jail right now. Don't you ever do that again Aaron," she said. "Where are your parents?" "They're at work, at the restaurant," I told her. But she already knew that. She knew they would be home around 9 p.m., because they were close social friends like me and their son were the best of friends. She told me to have a seat on the bed and wait. "Stop that damn crying Aaron. You've made your bed and you're going to lay in it. I'm going to punish you on the condition that you don't ever tell anybody what you did or about your punishment. I'm serious. If I told the police you raped me they would beat your black ass. You know they'll kill black boys in that jail and you do something that stupid? Aaron, I don't know what got into you, but you can't do anyone like that again," she said. I begged my ass off for her please to not call the police or tell my parents. After a few minutes of me pleading she left the room and told me to have a seat on the bed. I figured she'd call my parents and I'd be screwed. Here I was, a 6'1'', 165 pound, lean, lanky kid with a big afro, tears running down my face, scared as shit! All I could think was she'd tell it and my life would be ruined. I had friends who had been put in jail or sent to reform school. They were all fucked up after the experience and everyone shunned them. Edna Jones, was 5'5'' about 140 pounds of serious good looking woman with perky breasts, high yellow complexion and curly reddish brown hair in both places. The few minutes she was gone seemed an eternity. I was so nervous I could hear my heart pounding. It had been a quick confrontation and confession. The clock read 6:23 p.m. Edna Jones walked back into the room totally nude! I was floored and didn't know what to think or say. She didn't say one word, but leaned forward and kissed me, then pushed me back onto the bed. I knew what to do from here on. As we kissed, she tugged at my belt, rubbing her hot wet pussy all over my leg. She got the belt off and pulled down my pants, never letting me up and never breaking her passionate kiss. She didn't cut the light off, so I'm seeing everything. With my pants down around my ankles, Edna put my dick into her and started screwing slowly, taking in all she could. She brought her knees up on the bed and sat upright on my dick. Half of it was in her, half hanging out. Her hairy reddish lips stretched out on her up stroke and went back into her on the down stroke. I grabbed Edna's ass and started to pound into her. She placed her hands on my chest and looked me in the face saying, "be still. Don't move." I laid back watching Edna ride my dick as my only movement was to wiggle side to side. After a few minutes, she tossed her head back and took in more, going up and down, up and down slowly. Then she leaned forward and kissed me, now moaning, "mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmmm…Fuck me now. Fuckkkkkkkk, meeeeee!" I started throwing dick into her at a furious pace as she placed her arms around my neck, throwing her sweet Double Mint chewing gum tasting tongue into my mouth. She was breathing hard and moaned, "Damn, oh damn baby," as she cummed and started biting on my neck. She stopped moving now as I felt her cum running down my leg. She got up and laid beside me on the bed and said, "eat my pussy before you cum in me." I turned over and laid between her legs. Her pussy was musky, juicy and so erotic. There I was eating the pussy I so often hard dreamed about fucking. Here was the woman whose starched white nurse's dresses I had so often tried to peek under when she sat at the table, on a barstool or on the couch in her house. I licked her like an expert. She placed her hands at the back of my head and gave no further instruction. She moaned and moaned and when she came again, she would skip a breath, losing breath for a moment like a chronic snorer in the night. I had my hands beneath her ass and pussy juice was everywhere. She was cumming every few minutes and each time she did, she'd mumble, "mmmmm, mmmm. Mmmmmm, mmmm." After maybe 10 minutes I got up and laid on her. She had dreamy eyes and beckoned me into her. She laid with her legs wide open and as I placed my dick into her she moaned, "Mmmmmm, mmmmm. Boy your dick is do damn big. It's so big baby." I started slow, with Edna moving my hips, directing the speed of my thrusts. After about five minutes, she seemed to almost collapse and whispered as she looked up with dreamy eyes, "I'm so weak baby. Thank you baby. I'm weak baby/." I began jamming in and out of Edna hard and fast as she talked dirty, "fuck me baby. Fuck meeee. Ooooh baby fuck me baby. Oooh baby fuck me!" As I came, the room seemed to have gone black momentarily. I was tapping her IUD when I cummed, holding tight to the deepest part of her pussy as she continued to suck on my neck and bite my bottom lip. She bit my lip so hard that it bled. After draining my balls into her, I rolled off and we kissed again. I looked at the clock and it was 7:37 p.m. I told her I thought I needed to leave. She said no. "Lay here with me another few minutes baby," she said softly as she laid her head on the pillow and snuggled her ass tight to me. I was still hard, so I re-entered her pussy from the back, fucking deep and slow into her as she kept up that moaning, pushing her pussy back every few strokes and saying "mmmm, mmmmm." I continued fucking Edna slowly, rubbing and squeezing her right tit with my right hand which rested beneath her. My left hard brought her left tit to my mouth and I sucked and nibbled at the dark fat nipples then alternately rubbed her clitoris and pussy lips. After about 15 minutes of this, she started rolling her ass around on my dick and meeting my thrusts with hard thrusts of her own, still moaning loudly. I shot my load again deep into her pussy as Edna now berserk. "Ooooh shit! Oooh damn. Young boy with the big dick! Oooh baby. It's your pussy baby. It's your pussy baby. Mama's pussy is yours now baby." We lay there for another few minutes as my dick lost size. A few minutes later it was 8:05. I shot two since we started. It was a fantasy come true, fucking my best friend's 36 year old sexy mother. When we finished and cleaned up, she gave me the speech about no one ever knowing. I vowed I would never tell. She said she would make sure we did it at least three times a week. She also admitted she knew I had fucked her because her husband's dick wasn't big enough to have made her pussy feel like it did. And she knew Alex, like his father, was small in the dick department. She explained she would tell Alex she wanted to ask me about a $5 bill she thought was missing, but she found it laying on the floor. She had it mapped out nicely. She kissed me and rubbed her body against me as I was walking out the back door. She told me that I was now her man and she didn't want anything or anybody to come between us. The next day after school, Edna gave me my first blow job, allowing me to cum in her mouth. Then she made me fuck her until she collapsed. And we did that for the next 14 years. I'd go there to her house and we'd do it, even while in college and after graduation. They called me their son, so it was nothing unusual for me to go there and stay long periods of time, alone with her. Two years after we started, her daughter and my friend Alex, moved out. Alex went to the Army after graduating high school. His sister was in nursing school in Atlanta and came home once a month or so. I chose to attend the local college and used my room and board check to rent an apartment off campus. I had a job doing work study in my department of study, my parents gave me money and paid my car note through my college years. Edna also gave me money and bought me clothes. So I basically had Edna to myself Monday through Friday and some weekends I had her all day on Saturdays. Many times across those years Edna came to me at lunch time and we'd do it. We fucked in every position, every fantasy explored. She loved it when during the "quickies," I would lick her pussy wet and lay her over the edge of the bed and pound into her. I hurt my dick more than a few times hitting that IUD that kept my sperm from impregnating her. Then at night and on some Saturdays she'd come over and stay the entire day, working her time in around my girlfriends. I continued to date girls who came to know Edna as my "second mom." When I got married after graduating college, on the front row at my wedding Edna and Mrs. Jones sat next to my parents. Alex was one of my groomsmen. We all stayed close, but no one ever suspected me and Mrs. Jones were fooling around. The night of my wedding we had a huge party, hundreds of people with a live band playing. Edna and I sneaked outside to the back of the building where she and Mr. Jones had parked their car. We opened the trunk of the Lincoln Continental and covered the bulb and she bent over there as I gave her a five minute fuck before we went back into the place. Yep, that's how crazy my sex life was with that woman. We kept it up until Mr. Jones got a big promotion contingent on moving to Chicago to help the company open a new factory. He did it and the romance sort of ended there. A couple times a year when they visit or when my family and I and my family visit them, we do it. It's pretty easy to make it happen, or at least a quickie. She's still one fine motherfucker! They have a huge house outside of Chicago and my parents visit them and stay at the home when they go. Me and my family do the same, stay at the house. It's strange how some women you can love and leave and never miss. But Edna Jones still lingers in my memory. Mr. Jones is retired and they do a lot of travel now. If I could have married that woman back then, despite the 20 year age difference I would have done it and never regretted it. But like Danny Glover said in "The Color Purple," – "I sho' had her." And every so often I take out those pictures and refresh my memories of those times, good times. I also still have the pictures of Alex' sister and grandmother. He gave them to me for safe keeping when he went to the Army after graduating high school. When I got married, he had changed in heart and told me to burn the pictures because he never wanted to see them again. It's been some years since I saw them, but seeing them the other day sure brought back thoughts of those good times. Without Edna's knowledge, I fucked her mother who they called 'MuDear,' many times. Six months after Edna and I started fucking, MuDear, who lived next door to us, got wise that something was happening because I was at the house so much with Edna. MuDear was young for a grandmother and looked good with her dark brown skin, always wearing red lipstick and wearing her hair in a long pony tail. One evening when Edna and her family went on vacation, MuDear asked me to go to the store and get her some cigarettes and beer. They allowed kids to buy that stuff back then when they knew who you bought it for. Upon arriving back at her house, MuDear who had birthed Edna, the oldest child, when she was 15 years old, was sitting on the couch with her usual short dress and apron on, watching "Let's Make A Deal." The 51 year old MuDear had five children, ranging from Edna, down to Janice, the baby girl, who looked a lot like her mother, dark, tall, well built with large tits and a big ass. She still lived with MuDear at 26 years old. My parents had given MuDear, Janice and Edna the authority to watch over me and act as they would in their absence. Her three sons were all in the Army living out of state. I walked in and passed MuDear the bag with a six pack of Miller High Life, two packs of Marlboro cigarettes and two quarts of Champale and she asked me, "Aaron, what's going on with you and Edna Fay?' "What you mean? Ain't nothing going on with us. I go up there and watch TV and eat. That's it," I said. "Oh no baby. MuDear seen you licking between her legs with my own damn eyes!" she said. "No you ain't either! I ain't did nothing like that MuDear," I stated rather boldly. MuDear started laughing and asked if I was hungry. I told her yes and she brought me a plate of collard greens, corn bread and fried porks with a glass of orange Kool Aid. She then took her alcohol to the refrigerator, came back with a can of beer and had a Marlboro dangling from the corner of her mouth, smiling as her single gold tooth shined. She sat back on the couch. I was stretched out on the floor beside the couch, watching television and eating when MuDear asked if I wanted something else. I told her no. She asked again if there was something else I wanted, I turned this time to her saying "no.' MuDear had her legs slightly opened and I could see the inner part of her thighs, but the white apron hung low blocking my further vision. I glanced then looked into her face, smiled and continued my meal. After I finished eating I took the plate back into the kitchen and washed it and the glass and put them away. I got back in my place on the floor watching TV when MuDear called my name, sitting about three feet away. "Aaron," MuDear said. I turned to her and she had her legs completely parted, her right leg over the arm of the sofa. Her black haired pussy was sitting open, red lips calling me to eat as she had pulled the skirt and apron up around her waist. I didn't say anything. She didn't say anything. I crawled to MuDear and started to lick on her pussy and she instantly slid off the couch and onto the floor. I licked her pussy and MuDear had one hand lying across her stomach, the other arm resting beneath her head as she laid there with her head turned to the side and her legs cocked up at the knees, making grunting sounds like "uumph, uuumph," progressively louder until she erupted, "Awwww baby hot damn! You sho is eating my cock! You sho is eatin' my cock baby!" When she was about to cum MuDear started to shiver all over and I reached beneath her blouse and grabbed her long tits whose nipples were hard and I squeezed and taunted. She came once, twice and three times as I was eating her pussy over a period of minutes. Then I stood up on my knees, removed her blouse and that big, thick white bra that unfastened in the front and sucked on her tits as she reached for my pants, massaging my dick through the fabric. I held the tits together and put both nipples into my mouth and she went insane with the moaning, bucking her hips, humping against my crotch. "Give me the dick! Give me the dick now baby!" she commanded. I let go of the tits as she laid there looking expressionless in my face. I unbuttoned my pants, stood and pulled them and my drawers off. MuDear's eyes opened wide and she blurted out, "Shit! Look at the motherfucking dick on you boy. Damn. I ain't believing this! I ain't never seen such a thang in my damn life!" I leaned forward and put the head of my dick in her, as MuDear raised her head to look at the entry. I eased in and she laid back again, rolling her ass, raising it to meet the thrusts. I had eased into MuDear with about 5 inches, working in and side to side as her heavy breathing intensified when she started mumbling, "Aww hell, you gone bust my cock wide open baby. Don't hurt me. Don't hurt me baby." I was as far as I could go in MuDear now and she laid beneath me, squirming, mumbling and sweating like hell. She grabbed me around the waist, trying to keep me from fucking too hard and she started to scoot backwards on me. After me crawling on my knees to try and keep her from running away, I got up, grabbed her hand and told her let's go to the bed. MuDear stood up, looked me in my face, started squeezing my dick and pecked me on the lips. I grabbed the back of her head and tongued her. She really started moaning as we stood there in the middle of the floor kissing. I put my dick in her and started to fuck her standing there and she started to collapse saying she couldn't handle it like that. We got into bed and fucked MuDear three times in about 90 minutes. I wore her ass out so bad that when I finished, she laid there next to me snoring. It was the first of many encounters until her health turned bad five years later. But I did get more photos of MuDear, who died in 1989 of a heart attack. She was still looking good, but the inactivity and those three packs a day of cigarettes she smoked took her away from here. A month after I had first fucked MuDear, I fucked Janice's fine bow-legged ass. She came next door to our house looking for a cup of sugar, wearing a short white gown, no bra and panties, only house shoes. Janice flirted around with me that morning as usual, but I caught bending over and grabbed her. We tussled for a few minutes and freed up my dick and fucked her from the back the first 5 minutes or so. Then I turned her around and fucked the hell out of her. She yelled, moaned, screamed my name and the rest. Some nights when MuDear was working at the chicken processing plant, I would fuck Janice late into the night, laying behind her in bed while her son, Little Robert, laid on the other side of the bed. She had good pussy. That went on for a few years until she got engaged and married. I really enjoyed them all. And every so often, I will take out the ancient video tapes I shot of Edna and me fucking in my apartment when I was in college. You can't see the faces, just the fucking. I set it up so it would only record our lower bodies, my dick going in and out of her. I also got shots of her holding her pussy open and playing with her huge clit. Then I have 35 millimeter negatives and prints of nude which we made in the woods during my college years. To boot, I've got video of her sitting in a chair, towel over her face, showing that magnificent body, the large, long dark nipples and the huge clit that looks like a pink skin white woman standing out in a crowd of dark skinned black people. And there's one really hot fuck scene where the camera was below us as I'm on my knees fucking her from the back, and when I cum, I shoot straight up in her, wiggle my dick a while and pull out and the cum starts dripping from her pussy and in the background you can hear her saying to me, "...you're just a freak! Admit it. You're a freak. I taught your young ass how to make love to a woman and you can't let me go. You want to remember this hot pussy all your life. I'm going to kill you if you ever show somebody this stuff. I ain't lying," then laughs before the tape goes blank as I cut it off. Truly magnificent! I'd better quit now because memories are hard to forget and I know I'll never have another one like Edna Jones. Funny how some lovers never are forgotten and their lessons about life and love always cause you to get a rising in your pants. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 44