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squeezed the hard nipples and brought another grasp from her lips.

As her nipples were being punished by Jerome’s strong fingers she felt the other

set of black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She

closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over

her tight butt cheeks.

Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly

asked, “Have you ever felt a black cock.. A cock from a real man ?”

The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled

from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and

thumb……

“Take my cock out Anna….” Jerome whispered.

Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt

her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact

she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to

encircle. “This could not be a man’s penis,” her mind tried to reason.

She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge

menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage.

Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband’s pitiful manhood

that emptied itself inside his pants.

Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome’s belt and zipper.

She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties

drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back

and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the

instant the tip of the second black man’s finger tip pushed up into her steaming

lips. “Oh MY GODDDD,” she screamed.

She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the

metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome’s black manhood flop against

the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten

inch steel bar. She could not encircle the black flesh with her delicate hands.

Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine

how massive was her Superior’s manhood.

Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them.

The one black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her

tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes.

“Spread yourself for me,” ordered the seated black client.

Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs….the only

limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The black fingers

sawed in and out of Anna’s over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender

lips she grabbed the hard black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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neglegently resting on my bottom. “I’m not sure I could unhook you and take you

inside quickly enough if you got your neighbors sufficiently disturbed. He

started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue. I HAD to bite it when he got

to the top of my thigh this time. He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap

from my legs. He started on my bottom and back. He spend several minutes working

on them. I had this image of myself as a race horse being curried (is that the

right word) after a run through a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms,

ending up on my chest. He began to do my stomach and chest. It was quite a

sensation as he worked on my breasts. When he was done I was still quite, but I

was sure I was clean, there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down

my sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then he did my sex.

He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his fingers. He certainly

got the oil out. He also gave me one helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet.

He could see how hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He’d been

sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when he slid his

cock right into me. I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It was

so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I came once, and then

again and I only let out a little moan the second time. Still it was wonderful.

He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took off my blindfold, and,

as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to his still erect member. I dropped to

my knees as I thanked him.

Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by sensation. I was sopping wet,

still fairly oily (cold water only does so much), on my knees and just oozing

sexuality. It was all over me. I’d been naked now for several hours and I was

outside that way, in my own yard. I didn’t care that I was naked; I didn’t care

that my neighbors might see me. I didn’t care that any of a number of very

awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was

woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was

there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in

the dark. He’d had me, made me come twice, but he’d held off. I couldn’t have

that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,

grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn’t get away from me, because it was

important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment

then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life.

After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair

and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did

it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me

for a few moments, then very quietly he said, “You could become habit forming,”

and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the

house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he

put me in and followed. He didn’t let me do anything right away. He started on

my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one.

He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.

Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my

hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face,

pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told

myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my

thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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part12

Lydia lay on her couch watching “Seinfeld” again. Kramer had just entered the

room in a whirlwind of comedy as the phone rang. For a brief second she got

frightened that it might be Charlotte, but she figured it was probably her mother

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Dr. Trent?” asked a quiet feminine voice.

“Yes?” she asked. Her heart beat a mile a minute. Thoughts of how to get out of

her new found friendship with the girl passed through her head, each one seeming

like a lame excuse to ditch the poor girl in her need.

“I just wanted to thank you again. Am I bothering you?” Charlotte asked.

“No, no you’re not bothering me. Are you all right? You sound scared.”

“Well, I just don’t have anybody to talk to about my feelings and stuff.”

“Is there a girl involved? Perhaps, someone you know?” asked Lydia, assuming the

poor girl had a crush on someone.

“Yes, but I don’t think she is interested in me. I can’t really talk about this

on the phone. My roommate is coming back soon. It’s not too late at night for me

to come…I mean, oh nevermind. I am sure you have a lot more important things to

do.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you could come over here and talk about it. That would be

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

“Great! You don’t really mind?” Charlotte asked in a girlish voice.

Dianne gave the poor girl her address and hoped she wouldn’t have any trouble

finding the house. It was starting to get late and she didn’t want Charlotte

wandering the streets this late at night just to talk to her. Against her will,

she started to become anxious like a schoolgirl waiting for a date. She checked

her hair in the mirror and became even more nervous because of the effect

Charlotte was having on her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive and Lydia let the desperate looking girl

into her home. Charlotte’s long dark hair hung down over her shoulder and rested

on her petite breasts framing her delicate olive face. She looked young, innocent

and beautiful, yet her eyes told a different story, as they shone brightly with

sexual intent.

Lydia had the girl come in and sit down, then relaxed as they talked about all

the obstacles in the path of lesbians in modern society. The discussion slowly

turned into laughter as they each relayed their horror stories. They both had

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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part12

squeezed the hard nipples and brought another grasp from her lips.

As her nipples were being punished by Jerome’s strong fingers she felt the other

set of black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She

closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over

her tight butt cheeks.

Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly

asked, “Have you ever felt a black cock.. A cock from a real man ?”

The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled

from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and

thumb……

“Take my cock out Anna….” Jerome whispered.

Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt

her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact

she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to

encircle. “This could not be a man’s penis,” her mind tried to reason.

She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge

menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage.

Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband’s pitiful manhood

that emptied itself inside his pants.

Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome’s belt and zipper.

She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties

drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back

and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the

instant the tip of the second black man’s finger tip pushed up into her steaming

lips. “Oh MY GODDDD,” she screamed.

She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the

metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome’s black manhood flop against

the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten

inch steel bar. She could not encircle the black flesh with her delicate hands.

Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine

how massive was her Superior’s manhood.

Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them.

The one black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her

tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes.

“Spread yourself for me,” ordered the seated black client.

Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs….the only

limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The black fingers

sawed in and out of Anna’s over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender

lips she grabbed the hard black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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neglegently resting on my bottom. “I’m not sure I could unhook you and take you

inside quickly enough if you got your neighbors sufficiently disturbed. He

started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue. I HAD to bite it when he got

to the top of my thigh this time. He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap

from my legs. He started on my bottom and back. He spend several minutes working

on them. I had this image of myself as a race horse being curried (is that the

right word) after a run through a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms,

ending up on my chest. He began to do my stomach and chest. It was quite a

sensation as he worked on my breasts. When he was done I was still quite, but I

was sure I was clean, there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down

my sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then he did my sex.

He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his fingers. He certainly

got the oil out. He also gave me one helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet.

He could see how hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He’d been

sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when he slid his

cock right into me. I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It was

so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I came once, and then

again and I only let out a little moan the second time. Still it was wonderful.

He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took off my blindfold, and,

as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to his still erect member. I dropped to

my knees as I thanked him.

Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by sensation. I was sopping wet,

still fairly oily (cold water only does so much), on my knees and just oozing

sexuality. It was all over me. I’d been naked now for several hours and I was

outside that way, in my own yard. I didn’t care that I was naked; I didn’t care

that my neighbors might see me. I didn’t care that any of a number of very

awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was

woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was

there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in

the dark. He’d had me, made me come twice, but he’d held off. I couldn’t have

that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,

grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn’t get away from me, because it was

important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment

then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life.

After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair

and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did

it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me

for a few moments, then very quietly he said, “You could become habit forming,”

and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the

house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he

put me in and followed. He didn’t let me do anything right away. He started on

my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one.

He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.

Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my

hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face,

pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told

myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my

thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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