he day started just like any normal day in my parent's home, but by the time evening came around, it suddenly felt like being stuck in a dream.
My name is Jessie, and I'm twenty-three years old. I'm 5'8" and I have an ample set of jutting breasts and a well proportioned ass. My hair is the same as my Mom's – red, though wavy. Much of my character I inherited from Dad's Irish side, while my physical qualities I got from Mom. This story that I'm about revealing to you is stuff I've had hidden inside my diary for a long while. I don't know how I came to forgot about my having written it when it happened even though the memory remains very fresh in my thoughts. I hope you will bear with me and believing that it's true ... and who knows, maybe such would happen to you too.
Like I said, the day started just like any normal day. It was the month of July – the middle of the summer holidays so I wasn't troubled at all about being away from my books. I'd gotten off college and that day my plan was to head down to the beach to catch some sun and some fun with my girlfriends and who knows, maybe catch the eyes of some staring boys ... like I said, who knows. That was supposed to be how I'd predicted the day was going to be like, though never would I have thought the day would end up how I'm about to tell it. I got home and noticed Dad's Mercedes in the driveway; there was another car – a custom-made SUV – behind his. I couldn't help but frown at this. I knew most of my Dad's friends and knew he didn't have any who drove an SUV.
I went into the house, called out his name and got an answer inside the den. He sat on the long sofa watching an episode of CSI: Miami at the same time nursing a Coors beer in his hand. Though the way he looked I doubt if he was actually concentrating on the TV. He had a weary, haggard appearance about him like that of an English sheepdog. I came over and sat next to him, holding his hand in mine.
"What's up, Dad?" I asked.
He seemed distracted while he looked at me. "Oh ... nothing much, Jessie. Thought you'd be off with your friend Linda to the beach by now?"
"I was going to, but I thought I'd stop by and drop some stuff off before heading over to her place. Hope that's alright?"
"Uh yeah ... yeah, sure ... of course. Of course."
He drank his beer and returned his eyes to the TV screen. Truly I could tell his mind wasn't there with me. I was about asking if everything was alright when I thought I heard a sudden bumping like kind of sound coming from above my head. I glanced around, my body tensed, thinking that maybe it was the start of an earthquake or something ... but my Dad made as if he hadn't heard anything; he went on sipping his beer and staring at the TV like nothing seemed amiss, like he wasn't hearing what I was. It sounded like that of a bed bumping against the wall, followed with someone crying out. The voice sounded very much like my Mom's. I rushed out of the den, heard my father call sharply for me to come back, but it wasn't until I got halfway up the staircase that my feet pulled me to a stop. My face must have looked silly with me standing there as right away I realised the sound and voice of my Mom actually meant. How stupid I must have felt when I should have recognised what my Mom's cries meant right away – that right there and then, in my parent's room, my Mom was getting banged up pretty good.
But if that was Mom getting fucked the she was, and Dad was in the den downing a beer ... then who was it then upstairs with Mom?
I came down the stairs feeling like someone that's sl**pwalking and returned to the den. My father had his hands over his face, crying. I sat beside him, for a moment unable to think up what to say. I was just as plastered with shock at what I already figured was going on. Eventually I did.
"Dad?" I said softly, a little afraid of what I really wanted to say. "Dad, what's going on with Mom upstairs?"
Then I saw something that I never in my whole life thought I would ever get to see, and to this day I pray nothing ever makes me see such again. My father broke down into tears. He came and knelt before me and held my hands. Tears sputtered from his eyes and he shook all over as if he had a fever. It was so hard for me to believe, I thought I was having a nightmare and I pinched myself to wake up but no such thing happened. I tried to console him, but it was no use. He went on crying in ways I'd never thought I would ever live to see my father cry at all, and it made me so very afraid.
"Oh Jessie ... Jess ..." he sputtered uncontrollably. He soon began to calm down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his eyes which now appeared red-rimmed from his crying. All the while the bumping sound mixed with my Mom yelling out what could only be an orgasm floated down to us.
"Dad, please, what's happening? What's really going on here?"
"Jess ... honey, I'm so sorry," he paused to wheeze into his hanky before continuing. "This was something I prayed I'd never expose you to. I hope you'll find the heart to forgive me later ... please, I hope you will. You see ... your Daddy did something very bad ... a bad, bad thing."
Then he went on and told me all the bad stuff he'd done and how the led to that day. My father unknown to me, had become something mother had always feared he would become – a degenerate gambler. Horse races and dog tracks usually were his favourites ... always ready to let it ride even when the juice got too high. For the past couple of months, unbeknownst to Mom, he'd realised how much in the red he was, and the fact that he owed some thuggish pimp called Morris Knight nearly fifty-five grand with interest. Morris as of last month had informed him of how badly he wanted his money, and if my father wasn't due with it yesterday that he was going to have to resort to some other measures to get his money back. Measures that were ... a bit more drastic than my Dad could accept, which he had no choice but to. It was useless involving the police – Morris had warned him that that would only make matters worse for him and his f****y ... especially for his daughter, me.
He told me that he'd confessed to Mom late last night about everything. Had as well told her about the other means with which Morris had told him he could use to clear his debt – that his wife, my Mom, was to become his sex slave. He once again broke into tears when he was done telling me everything, apologising while he did.
What was I to say in such circumstances? How was I to even react to all what my father had just confessed to me? At that moment, if I recall correctly, I felt like I was walking through space ... like I was in some type of suspended animation, if you know what I mean, and still a part of my head kept telling me that this was nothing more than a dream. Some weird, crazed dream I'd had nuzzling in my u*********sness all this while.
I did what I figured any girl could do – I got mad. Not at my father, no. At whoever the bastard was that was fucking the shit out of my Mom right then. I got up headed up the stairs. This time Dad didn't bother trying to stop me; in the state he was, I doubt if he even could have.
The bed in my parent's room was still making steady bumps against the wall and I could hear my Mom holler out as I trooped up the stairs. I as well heard snatches of the man my Dad had called Morris cursing my Mom, calling her a slut ... telling her to shut the fuck up and go on and take his big dick! The nerve of this guy – I just couldn't believe my ears even when I brought myself to the door, listening up close to my Mom's panting cries and deep-sounding grunts.
"Oh God! ... Ohh ... Ohh God ... Uhh ... Uhh, yeah ... please, I ... STOP!"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" a gruff voice snapped at her, interspersed with my Mom's cries. My ears caught what sounded like a smack, and then my Mom yelped like a cat. "Yeah, you love it! Go on, say that you don't love it! Better say it, bitch!"
My Mom then replied to the shock of my ears: "Uhhgh ... yes! Yes, I love it! Oh God ...!"
From the way she was grunting, I could tell she really was enjoying what was happening to her ... and surprisingly so also was I. Standing there by the door, listening in on the yelping sounds of my mother getting joyously fucked, coupled with the sound of the groaning bedsprings ... I couldn't help myself from not feeling aroused by it. I delved a hand into my jeans shorts and felt my crotch and true enough the evidence was there for me to perceive – my panties was wet.
I don't know if what happened next happened because I made it so, or if it was done by the circumstances that had somehow propelled a man called Morris into my folk's life, but the next thing I knew the door came open and I stumbled into the room.
A black man's bulky frame, Morris no doubt, was at that moment on top of my Mom and even as they turned towards my direction his ass still didn't let up from the pounding he was giving her. My Mom's eyes locked with mine and what I saw written in her eyes was a mixture of shame, disgust ... at the same time shocking surprise. I looked around the room and noticed then that they were others in the room besides the two of them. Three other black men, tall and built with solid muscles and as well naked, surprised by my intrusion approached me. I tried fending them off as two of them grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my feet. My father stepped into the room and told the men to leave me alone. While we stood there scrambling and fussing, Morris left my Mom and approached us.
"The fuck is this junior slut, Andy?" he spoke harshly to my father.
Dad answered him meekly. "This is Jessie, my daughter."
Morris switched his gaze to me and gave me what I felt was a definitive look-over. He stood over six feet, broad and very thick-set. His eyes were very penetrating and I was afraid to make eye contact with him. Instead I looked down and for no other reason my eyes fell on his cock and widened when I took in his size, along with the copious stain of white cum that could only have come from him fucking my Mom's pussy. That turned out to be a big mistake for me, as Morris took notice of my looking at his manhood and right away read what was hidden inside my head.
"Well what do you know boys," he grinned, turning to his gang. "Looks like we've got ourselves a junior slut here."
I looked at him sharply, my mouth coming unhinged while his eyes locked me in their gaze.
"You came in here to get some black dick just like your Mom, didn't you, sweet thing? Well, if that's what you want, then that's what you're gonna get from me and my boys. Hey boys, y'all game for some fresh college girl pussy?"
They all gave their accent.
He gripped my arm and propelled me from my Dad into the room. Father tried to protest but it was no use; all the while that they were arguing, my Mom remained where she was, sitting up on the bed with the blanket exposing her nakedness. She looked at me and said: "You're not supposed to be here, Jessie. Why on earth did you?"
"This isn't the way it's supposed to go down, Morris," My father stabbed a finger at the black man's chest. "You said it was going to be just my wife – that was the deal we had."
"Shut the fuck up, Andy!" Morris retorted with menace, making my father cringe. "That was the deal. We're rewriting a new one right now, and that's going to include lil' miss-thang here. What's your name again, girl?"
I told him. He caressed my chin and then ran his fingers through my wavy hair.
"Jessie, your Dad done told you who I am and what he owes me?"
I nodded my head.
"So then you know that I'm only here to collect on a debt and nothing more. I ain't the type of guy who's got dough to throw around, and since your pops here's promised getting me half of it. The other half is what I'm taking right now –"
"But not with my daughter!" my Dad stepped in. Morris looked sharply at him and right away his face turned into something ugly. The next thing I knew, one of his thugs came forward and landed a sucker-punch to my Dad's midsection. I watched with wide-open eyes as my Dad tumbled to the floor. I tried to lunge at Morris but he merely threw me on the bed next to my Mom's legs.
"You bastard!" I said to him.
He grinned at me. "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll be calling me something else by the time I'm done with you." His boys pulled my Dad up from the floor. His face was sweaty and he was wheezing through his nose while his hands hugged the spot on his tummy where one of the thugs had knuckle-punched him. Morris said to him coldly: "Here's what's going to happen, Andy. You're going to sit your ass back downstairs and keep being a good boy while my boys and I take care of business in here, and you're going to remain quiet about it. You come storming' up here one more time, or you even think of babbling to any of your neighbours into calling the cops, you're gonna spend the next couple of months living in a world of pain. I'm going get me a whole gang of black and Mexican thugs and they're gonna run a train through your ass, your wife's and your daughter too. And after that, I'm gonna lock you up in a dudgeon and get me some pliers and hammers and go to work on every tiny joint of your body. Do you feel me?"
My father nodded. Morris cocked his head to the side as if he was trying to catch something but couldn't. He smacked my father's cheek; I wanted to rush to his aid but Mom held my arm.
"Cat cut your tongue? I asked do you feel me – yes or no? Don't make me ask again."
"Yes," Dad blurted. "Yes, I feel you."
The ugliness of Morris' face turned into a smile when Dad said that. "You see, that wasn't so hard, now was it. Alright now go on downstairs and mind your biz while my boys and I handle mind."
Two of his thugs sniggered as the back of my Dad turned to face them and then one of them closed the door behind him. The room became dark as their eyes turned towards us.
"Now," Morris smacked his palms together, still carrying that devilish grin on his face. "What you both say we get to know ourselves more?"
A lifetime seemed to pass before my eyes, yet when I got to glance at my watch afterwards when Morris and his gang had done with my Mom and I for the day, a mere two hours plus had gone by. I'm not going to tell you that what happened after the door shut went like a blur. I wouldn't be sitting here telling this to you if it had actually gone down that way, or that you expect me to say that I can't recall much of what happened to us. I very much did recall every bit of what happened. Even now the taste of Morris' semen flooding my mouth still brings sweet memories to my head, and I know if ever a time comes that I do forget, Mom is always around to help me recall it. I still remember everything, and I know since its details you'd like to hear, then I'm going to put down for your reading or jerking-off pleasure much of what went down.
Morris wrenched me from the bed and pulled me to my knees; his cock nodded its head at me as if in responding to the scent of pussy close by. "Open up and start sucking, lil' missy. And you'd better suck it good and try not to bite, or else I'm gonna redecorate your face with my fists. You feel me, girl?"
Like my father had done, I too nodded my head.
"Good. Now get to work!"
His black prick was already fully erect when I cradled it in my hand and started stroking it before inserting it into my mouth. Morris was too impatient and too rough for any soft touch. He held my head with his massive hands and started pumping his organ back and forth into my mouth, nearly choking me with it. I sucked his cock till tears pours from my eyes, running my makeup, and still I went on sucking him. His thugs crowded around me, all three of them stroking their manhood before my face. I needed no one telling me I was going to pleasure theirs, and even before I could respond, two of them grabbed my hand and placed them on their cocks. There I knelt, having Morris' cock shoved down my throat while my hands stroked two cocks at the same time. Morris allowed me to suck his boy's cocks and so I did, moving my head from one back shaft to another, practically having my mouth gang-fucked by each one.
"Hey yo, hot mama," Morris said to my Mom. "How about you getting your fancy butt down here to join the fun."
Mom meekly descended from the bed and came and knelt beside me, taking another's cock while I was busy working on another. One of the men grabbed my hair and ordered me to take his cock while he shoved it all the way into my mouth, nearly getting to my tonsils. The room was filled with the sound of our slurping and then men moaning their delight. In another lifetime I would have been ashamed sucking cock in front of my Mom was there, but somehow while we both did the four men, my inhibition melted away. I knew from that day on that I was no longer 'Daddy's Little Girl'. And I kept glancing at Mom to see how she was doing, and from the look of things, it seemed as if she too was in heaven. The way she slurped and swallowed one of the thug's think shaft and balls, I couldn't picture her ever doing to that Dad, and afterwards when I asked, she too admitted she'd never been so down and dirty in bed with him like that ... and I know she never will anymore, as long as they stay married.
The one whom I was sucking shot his cum inside my mouth. "Go ahead and swallow it," he ordered me. "Swallow every last drop."
I did as he wanted, even scooping up the ones that dribbled down my lips.
They soon had enough of my mouth and decided it was time they took cunt. A part of me was scared, I'll admit, but at the same time a part of me was as well gushing with excitement as the men stroked their cocks, waiting impatiently for me to hurry out of my clothes. Two of them already had taken charge of Mom. She was on her hands and knees on the floor, one of them offered her his cock to suck on while another crouched behind her ass about to plunge his cock into her pussy. My Mom left off from her cock-sucking for a moment to cry out as she felt his black pipe sink inside her. Morris didn't wait for me to get my panties off. He ripped it off my legs and then pushed me to lie on the bed. He beat the head of his cock against the walls of my pussy – I was already wet – and then thrust it inside me.
The thrust of his cock literally knocked the wind out of me. It was like being shoved with a slab of ice and I was hyperventilating and cumming by the time he'd thrust in me thrice. My eyes were shut, my heart pounded faster, and my lips all of a sudden wouldn't shut up. I was so immersed in the joyful warmth of his cock expanding my pussy and I just kept telling him to go on and fuck me harder. Oh yeah, he gave it to me hard ... hard and deep. He laid my legs over his shoulders and just kept banging my pussy with that thick cock of his. When he was done, he pulled himself out and then made way for one of his boys to come and do the same. I could do nothing except lie there and take their cock one after the other.
The other two who'd been torturing my Mom left her for Morris and his other and came for me. They had me on my elbows and knees and then one of them mounted me from behind, slamming his black prick, jamming it in and out of my wetness at the same time smacking my ass while he did. The way my ass tingled, it felt as if my skin was on fire. They lay me beside my Mom who was busy riding one of them while another pressed her mouth to his dick. I can't recall how many times I came, but for all I know, it was one explosive orgasm after another. All four of them did unload their sperm over our faces, much of which Mom and I swallowed, but just when I thought I'd given one a good fucking, another of the gang who was resting after having spurted over my face became surprisingly hard again and returned for more.
The only part of the escapade that I don't recall was when they decided they'd had enough of us for the day. The four of them took turns cleaning themselves in my parents' bathroom before putting on their clothes and taking their leave while Mom and I lay slumped on the bed still groaning from the hardcore gangbang we'd just received. I tried to move my legs but felt too weak. My pussy hurt so bad it was as if on fire.
Dad sauntered into the room after Morris and his thugs had left to clean both of us up. His eyes were still watery with tears and he kept mumbling apologies to Mom and me, saying how terribly sorry he was for bringing this upon us. Mom was just as drained as I was and didn't pay him any mind, and neither did I. He scooped Mom up from the bed and took her into the bathroom and sponged her gently inside the tub. I rubbed a hand against my pussy, noting the expanded flesh of my pussy walls. The hurt was gradually dissipating by the time Dad finished with Mom, leading her back into the room with a towel d****d over her before paying attention to me. I didn't offer any resistance as he placed me under the shower, gently running the sponge around me. I opened my legs and allowed him to clean up the light bruises that were on my thigh. For a moment as his head inched closed between my legs, I thought that he was going to lick my pussy. If he had that in mind I would have allowed him. To tell the truth, I really expected that was what he had in mind to do and I would have been happy if he had. But unknown to me, things had already begun in motion that would change my f****y from what it once was. Don't worry, as long as you continue to read my story you'll find out just what it is I'm talking about.
Dad dried me up and then carried me into my bedroom. There wasn't going to be any heading out to the beach for me the rest of that day; I didn't bother calling my friend Linda to tell her about my change in plans. I lay in bed and tried to fall asl**p. I curled myself into a foetus on my bed with my hands between my legs, still feeling the slowly vanishing remains of the fucking I'd received. I know that for some women they would consider it nothing more than being gang-****d, but to tell the truth it wasn't like that at all. At the time I couldn't understand what the feeling actually meant, except that it was something new and novel to me ... something I'd never dreamed of taking a part of.
The following morning came unnoticed to me. I slept nearly through it all and didn't blink an eye awake till it was past ten. Mom and I had stayed up for more than an hour talking and relieving raunchy details of the previous day back and forth, giggling like we were teens sharing secrets. But we as well went even further than the previous day. By the time we'd talked and my eyes were starting to grow heavy again with sl**p, we'd unloaded our private fantasies to each other.
Mom talk about how she'd always had an urge to want to fuck a black man but never really got the courage to. She even let me on about a guy she couldn't stop fantasising about at her place of work.
"His name's Darryl, and he's black," she said, smiling. "He got transferred down to my office a couple of months ago, and when he came he didn't know much about how we worked, so my boss assigned me to show him the ropes. And I did ... just that sometimes whenever I'm standing close to him, and I get a whiff of his cologne ... Uhhh! I just wish I have the nerve to ask him out one day, if only for a drink, and then maybe we can get the ball rolling from there. Who knows."
"What's he look like?" I asked.
Mom ticked him off with three fingers. "Tall, dark, and extremely handsome. Not as handsome as, say Denzel, but more like a Wesley Snipes kind of handsome. And he's got this cool, masculine voice. I tell you, all he has to do is tell me to come over, and Jessie I tell you this, I would go to him. Without a doubt I would."
"Sounds nice if you go up and talk to him," I commented.
"Yeah, it really would. You probably don't know of this, and neither does your father, but one time a guy wanted to hook up with me at a parking lot. Your Dad and I were at this fund-raiser dinner we attended three years ago I think, and all the time while we were talking to one or two of the guests, I notice there was this man who just wouldn't take his eyes off me. Everywhere in the room we went, there he was looking me all over like I was some portrait or whatever. One time I excused myself and went into the rest room and when I came out he was standing close by and then he came to me, told me how he'd been watching me. Said I was beautiful and stuff like that, then he asked straight out if I'd like to have sex with him. Can you believe that? I was so shocked I almost thought of smacking him. But then I politely turned him down and went in search of your father."
"And you never saw him again? I mean you never saw him around to see if he was still eying you?"
Mom shook her head. "Didn't bother to look out for him anymore so I wouldn't know. But later that night -- after your Dad and I had finished making love -- I kind of asked myself what would have happened if I'd taken up his offer."
"Fast-forward to now. You think if he'd been black, you would accept?"
"If he had been black, I don't know if I would have. But if you ask me right now, if the guy was black and it was happening right now, I'd follow him to the nearest motel if he asked me to."
We both exploded with laughter.
The sun's rays were streaming down my face from my window curtains. I wanted to remain in bed for another bout of sl**p but knew that would be hard; once my eyes come awake, they hardly go back to sl**p again. I went into the bathroom and was brushing my teeth when I heard a knock on the door followed by my Dad's voice asking if he may come in. I mumbled for him to.
He came into my bedroom tentatively; his face looked worn and tired. "How're you doing, Jess?"
"I'm doing alright."
"Good ... that's good to know. My Mom's downstairs; we're having breakfast. I wanted to know if you were ready to have some."
"Alright, I'll be there in a minute or two."
"Okay, sure." He hovered there for a moment, too scared to look me in the face, before turning around and leaving me. I knew he wanted to say something but just didn't know how. Oh well, nothing against me I'll bet. I finished brushing my teeth and cleaned up my face before hurrying down to see what was up; I wondered how he and Mom were getting along.
It was just as I'd expected when I stepped into the kitchen -- they were both acting cold towards each other. Mom was dressed up for work just like Dad. Mom had a cup of coffee before her while Dad had his buried behind the newspaper. I came to the table, said 'good morning' to both of them and went ahead scrapping my bacons and scrambled eggs. Neither bothered glancing at the other. Later on Mom would tell me about the bout of yelling they'd hard that morning while I was still dozing.
I was about done with breakfast when our doorbell rang. Dad's newspaper dropped instantly from his face and I could tell he too was wondering who it might be.
"I'll get it," Mom said and got up and rushed out of the kitchen. Dad was a couple of steps behind her; I too couldn't help but stand up and inch towards the kitchen door to see who it might be.
Mom's back obscured who it was when she opened the door, but then she made way for the man to step inside, and right away I felt a quicken beat of excitement in my heart. It was one of Morris' guys from yesterday. He wore a tee shirt that showed off his hidden muscles and black jeans. I came closer as he heard him talking to Mom; he ignored Dad totally.
"Morris wanted to know if you both will be ready later on," he said.
"Oh yes, of course we'll be ready," she answered. "I haven't told her yet, but I know she'll be up for it."
I came up to Mom. "Tell me about what, Mom?"
She led be to a corner away from Dad's ears. "I was going to call you on the phone and tell you when I get to work. Morris called me early this morning, said there's a party happening in town and he'd like for us to join in. I told him I would."
"Fine, nothing wrong about that. So why did he send this fellow by?"
"He's here for you, Jessie," she said mischievously. "Morris sent him to come check your pussy out. Whatever that means, though I can only guess."
I looked at my Mom and blurted, "What?"
Dad too said the same thing, except no one was taking note of what he thought; obviously he had no take or say in present matters anymore. He came over and reached for Mom's arm.
"Jo, I think we'd better have a word on this," he said through gritted teeth.
"There's absolutely nothing to have a word on," she pulled her arm away from his grasp. "You don't have a say in this, so it's not your call. Just go to work and pretend that nothing's happening."
Dad glanced uncomfortably at Morris' man who remained where he was, not bothering to step into the f****y conversation. Dad tried lowering his voice; obviously he was nervous about my presence as well. "Jo, we talked about this earlier --"
"Wrong," Mom glared, her words loud enough for the young man to overhear clearly what was being argued. "You talked about it; I listened and then talked back, except in my case you weren't listening hard enough. This is all your stinking mess that you got us both into, don't think you're going to step in now and think you're going to make everything seem alright. Just be a good boy and get to your office and don't bother anymore about Jessie and me."
"I'm not going to put up with this, Jo."
"You don't have to," Mom replied harshly. "You can either accept it or you can't. Don't make any different whether you do or not, but what's going to happen is still going to happen, don't care what you feel."
"This is crazy ... insane!" He turned to the young man. "Look here, you go back and tell Morris --"
"Okay now first off," the man's voice was dead cold. "You don't tell Morris nothing -- he tells you. Second, you're too far in the red for Morris to care about what you've got to say. For now he needs your women, and that's it. Now why don't you do what the lady said and go."
The room fell deadly quiet. Dad didn't need a soothsayer to know he'd lost the fight. Looking pitifully dejected, he went into the kitchen and got his briefcase. He kissed my cheek and without a word left the house. Mom told the man -- his name was Shawn -- to make himself right at home, and then took her leave. There was only the two of us left. I asked if he'd care for some coffee. He said he wouldn't mind. Into the kitchen we went and I picked up Mom and Dad's empty cups to wash in the sink. I didn't notice Shawn creeping up on me and my hand was wet with soap suds as I rinsed the cups and almost jumped when I felt his hands appear in front of my tank top, grabbing hold of my breasts.
His fingers groped my tits at the same time found my nipples and caressed them, sending a bolt of sensuous electricity across my body. I dropped the cups back in the sink and hurriedly wash my hands in time as his found their way under my top and grabbed hold of my breasts; I couldn't help but moan from his caress. Last night I'd thought of nothing else but having another taste and feel of a black cock, and here it now was. It kind of felt like a miracle.
While his hands caressed and fondled my nipples, I pushed my ass back at him and was rewarded with the feel of something hard pushing against the fabric of his jeans. One of his hands let go of my tits and slid down my belly into the lining of my shorts. I wiggled my ass against his erection, wanting to feel it more as his fingers crawled past my light bush of pubic hair to finger the tip of my clit. I felt myself become instantly wet and with one hand fingering my clit and clit while the other kept twitching my nipple, it didn't take long to set me off on the road to my first orgasm for the day.
I wanted him right there and then. I turned around and he pushed me to fall to my knees and started working on the belt buckle of his jeans. I licked my lips impatiently and helped free his black cock out from its hiding place. His cock was long and thick and was as black as midnight. I wet my hand and gave it a couple of strokes before bringing my mouth to it. My head bobbed hard and furious on his cock; I slurped my tongue over his shaft and periodically looked up at him to see how much he was enjoying what I was doing. His moans were the answers I loved to hear. He held my head in his hands and began face-fucking me. He jammed his cock all the way into my throat, each time it brought a throaty gob of saliva from me. A while later I took his cock back in my hands and continued with my sucking. He pushed his jeans and shorts down his ankles and widened his legs, giving me room to crawl under and suck his sagging balls as well.
I grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to my feet. By now I was terrifically wet I could feel it dripping down my thighs, already staining the under of my shorts. He pulled me to the kitchen table and made me lie back on it while he helped me out of my shorts. I sat on a chair and pulled my ass towards him as then he brought his lips down on my pussy. I let my head fall back and a deep sigh escaped my lips as I felt his tongue lap the inside of my pussy. It sent spine-tingling shivers up my spine and I couldn't stop whimpering from his tongue's punishment. I half sat up, pushed my pussy further towards his face the moment his lips and tongue set to work on my clit. It felt as if he'd just lit me on fire. I moaned a litany of cries, felt my whole body tremble with excitement as I had a second orgasm.
"Ohh God! Ohh God, I want you so bad!" I gasped as he finally took back his tongue, smiling at what he'd just wrought upon me, and freed himself from his jeans and shorts. I took off my top just as he came forward and holding his cock in his hand beat the head against the opening of my pussy, sending further shivers up my spine, before pushing it into my cunt. I lay back on the table, resting my legs upon his shoulders, soaking in the sight of his abs and muscles; I half shut my eyes and moaned lengthily as he pushed his cock all the way inside me, expanding my cunt. He went like this for a while, gently taking his time, and then gradually began speeding things up. He cock was slamming into me hard and good, I had to grasp the table's edge to prevent myself from falling off. It felt so good, and I couldn't keep my voice to myself. I cried out for him to fuck me ... go ahead and fuck me harder!
I pulled me up and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders just as he dug his fingers under my ass and lifted me up from the table. He held me suspended in mid-air, letting his hips pound the shit out of me. I held unto him for dear life, giving out synchronised cries in tandem with his pounding. He let me down to my feet and I almost fell on shaky legs had he not been holding me. I saw his cock was coated with my cum. I returned to my knees and sucked him up some more. He gripped my head and urged me to keep sucking him, which I did with delight, hearing the motor-like groans he made. And just like that he shot his load into my mouth and I took my time and cleaned him up. His semen was so thick and juicy; I wondered if all black men's cum was as thick as this.
"How about we go on upstairs?" I said to him. Shawn smiled. "Sounds like a good idea."
I wrapped my hand on his cock as I led him out of the kitchen, into the corridor and up the stairs, letting him smacking my bum as we came to my door. I went into the bathroom to clean up; he decided to join me. The funny thing is it wasn't like he was my boyfriend or lover or anything close to that, and yet the way we were with each other then, you would have thought we'd known each other for long. Inside the bathroom we took turns sponging each other's body. He sucked on my tits while water washed down over us, and I still had my hand on his shaft, jacking it back to life. We laughed at each other, feeling our hands over each other's body, our lips locking into a kiss as when we were through we made our way into the bedroom.
He threw me upon the bed and then came at me. My legs were open and my pussy anxiously waiting his return. He leaned over me and without any effort his cock pushed through my pussy walls and scored an instant homerun. I wrapped my legs over his back, held his face with my hands while I moaned into his lips as we kissed, our body moving in rhythm with our fucking. I sat up, hooked my legs on his arms and began pounding me hard and ferocious. I lay there bucking and gasping on the bed; his cock slammed into my pussy with quickened fury. When he was done with that position he turned me over and thrust his cock into me, pressed my down on the bed, and kept on with his fucking. It felt as if his fucking me wouldn't come to an end, and I'd screamed myself into another spasming orgasm. When his own turn came, he turned me over and came beside me and unloaded his copious load of semen over my face and hair. I cleaned him up once again, and then went into the bathroom to wash his cum off from my hair.
He stayed in bed with me. We made conversation for a while and then he dozed off beside me. I too was feeling sl**py when I heard my cell phone ringing and saw that it was Mom calling.
"Hi Mom," I answered.
"Hi there, Jessie. Is Shawn still around?"
I looked back at Shawn, saw that his eyes were still dead to the world, before replying. "Yeah, he's here with me, though he's asl**p."
"Tell me how good was he?"
I smiled, surprised by my Mom's words. "He was ... alright. He sure checked me out good."
"How big is his cock?"
"Mom!" I said with shock. "He's big enough. He made me cum a couple of times."
"That's good to know," she giggled into my ear. "Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that we've got a party to attend around seven. I'll be home long before then so find yourself something nice to wear."
I told her I would. We made some idle chatter before she hung up on me.
Shawn didn't wake up till almost an hour had passed. By that time I'd looked into my closet for what to wear to whatever party Morris had in mind for Mom and I. I did have some revealing outfits but they were stuff I'd only worn at a friend's place and never at home where Mom and Dad might sneak in to find me and think of me as some slut. Well we were long past that already. Mom and I by now were nothing but Morris' sluts until whenever he saw it fit to let us off. And even if eventually he opted to do that, would Mom and I decide to accept it? I had a friend Abby back in my early years of college then who'd dated our football quarterback. Once I couldn't help but ask her what it felt like, getting fucked by a black cock. I thought I'd been too straight-forward with my question and nearly would have taken it back, but that was before she laughed and then said: "Girl, it's out of this world!"
Abby hadn't been lying then when she'd made that statement known to me, and now that I come to think of it, I too was lending testament to her words.
Shawn woke up soon and was a little surprised to see me there lying in bed beside him and he glanced about the room, like he'd figured we'd spent our marathon fucking at some motel or maybe even his pad.
"You don't recognise my room anymore," I asked him.
"Nah, it ain't that. I just like the colours that's all. They match your eyes."
"Thanks. Are you going to be at the party tonight?"
"Dunno yet." He rose from the bed and stretched himself, yawning while he did. "Got some other stuff to take care of before I'll know. But even if I miss it, I know the boys 're going to tell me about it."
"What do thing it's going to be like -- the party, I mean?"
"Not for me to tell you; I'd spoil the surprise if I did. But you're going to be there along with your Mom, so trust me when I say it's going to be fun."
I was itching inside with excitement. "More fun than yesterday?"
"Twice that, Jessie." He came over and kissed me.
We went downstairs back to the kitchen and wore back our clothes. I still held unto his hand as I walked him to the door. He gave me a final kiss and without saying another word stepped back out into the early afternoon sunlight. I leaned there by the doorway watching his walk away. A part of me wanted to call him back, wanted him to come and give me another round of fucking. It was amazing how slutty it made me feel. I'd just been fucked by a man whom I knew next to nothing about. For other people that's called a 'Blind Date', whereas in my situation I couldn't think of a name for it. It certainly wasn't love. Infatuation?