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Monday, January 21, 2008

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Older woman/younger man, white woman/black man, married wife/single man. Kate's libido went into overdrive as she chatted about old times while displaying her nearly naked cunt to a young stud in the lounge of a five-star hotel.

With the juices from her pussy threatening to spill out all over her legs, Kate gulped the remainder of her Cosmo and invited Lavon up to her room.

"Hey," she began like the idea had just jumped into her head, "I've got a mini-bar in my room. Why don't we go up there where I can fix you a proper drink?"

"Kate, are you sure this is OK?"

"Sure sweetie," Kate responded, deliberately sounding drunker that she was. Nothing like intoxication in a female to bring out lechery in a male she thought.

"It's just for a drink." This time, only Kate was aware of the other, more important meaning in the last word of her statement.

"What'll it be?" Kate asked as she stood beside the open door of the mini-bar.

"A beer is fine."

Handing Lavon one of the Heineken's, Kate took out two bottles of Jack Daniels and poured them into a glass. She began sipping the whiskey neat. Just as she was about to attempt some small talk, Lavon spoke.

"You're sure looking fine tonight, Mrs...er...Kate."

"You really think so?" Kate asked, turning sideways, chest out, wanting desperately to literally tease the pants off this teen super stud.

"Damn, Kate, you were always the one the guys on the team wanted to nail. More than the cheerleaders, more than the teachers,"

"More than MaryJo?" Kate teased. Lavon cracked up.

"You heard about that?"

"What I heard strained belief."

"Well, things are plenty strained right now. You turn sideways one more time and my pants are gonna need a new zipper." Kate took a big gulp from her glass. It felt as if the liquor drained straight down, out her pussy, and down her legs. There was a fire between her legs.

"Lavon," she said as she approached the chair in which he sat, "We don't want to 'strain' your budget paying for unnecessary clothing repairs, now do we?" Kate's stomach fluttered wildly as she knelt on the carpet. Her entire genital area was supercharged with electricity. Her nipples threatened to punch holes through her bra and blouse.

"Kate, is what's going to happen what I think is going to happen?"

Running her hands up the black youth's thighs almost to his groin, looking directly into his eyes while licking her frosted lips (let's face it, Kate was quite the multi-tasker) she asked, "Are you thinking that I'm going to suck your cock?"

"Jesus Kate, you can't tease me like this. I won't be able to take it."

"Is this teasing?" asked Kate as she undid Lavon's belt. "Or this?" as she pulled down his zipper.

Standing, Kate asked Lavon to remove his pants. When he did, Lavon tried to fondle Kate's tits and kiss her as he would a girlfriend. Kate pushed him back into the chair.

"Lavon, sweetie, I'm flattered, really I am, that you want me, but this about something else. So just sit here and let me take what I need from you. OK? I'm pretty sure you'll like it too."

Kate knelt between Lavon thighs. There were no obstacles now. She enjoyed unfettered access to his young cock. As she stared at the ultimate object of her lust, her cunt drooled, coating her inner thighs and stocking tops.

And what a beautiful cock it was. Lavon was completely hard as might be expected with a 19 year old. Eleven inches, hard, black, and thick. It was everything Kate had hoped for, more really.

"It's so beautiful," she breathed as he wrapped her fingers around Lavon's phallus. "I've never held a more exciting cock. Ever!" Kate began sliding her hand up and down its length. If she tried to close her fist around it, she could no longer slide her hand. So she opened her fingers a bit, enjoying the satiny feel of the black skin.

Pulling it toward her -- something that took a bit of effort given how hard Lavon was -- Kate kissed the cockhead. Lavon twitched involuntarily at the sight of this beautiful, older, white woman actually pressing her lips to his cock. The force of the twitching ripped the phallus from Kate's lightly balled fist that attempted to control it.

"You didn't like?" asked Kate smiling into the youth's eyes.

"Damn, I never felt anything so good. The touch or your lips just ripped through me."

No doubt he was exaggerating about anything feeling so good thought Kate, but she had felt the electricity of the touch rip through her body as well. It was like a nerve was connected from her lips directly to her clitoris.

Now the little organ responsible for so much pleasure was literally throbbing between her labia. The slick liquid used to facilitate intercourse flooded down her vaginal channel soaking her panties. Kate wasn't quite sure, but she may have experienced a tiny orgasm, or a quasi-orgasm, or something that left her weak.

Gathering her strength, Kate recaptured the black shaft and brought it forward again.

"Let's try that one more time." The second kiss was slower and more electric than the first as Kate moved her lips gently across the satiny skin. Kate had a firmer grip preventing the twitching phallus from thrashing wildly like a loose cannon in an angry sea.

"Kate, this is really too much for me, " moaned Lavon. "I'm going to go off in about two seconds whether you touch me again or not."

Grabbing the big dick with both hands, Kate yanked toward her mouth.

"Wait till I get it in my..."

Kate jammed her wide open mouth down Lavon's cock as far as it would go just as his cum was shooting in the opposite direction. She felt the first hot spurt hit her throat. Swallowing quickly, Kate realized half the liquid still remained in her mouth when the second blast shook her.

The cock head felt like it doubled in size. The second blast made the first one seem like it had been delivered with an eyedropper.

Kate swallowed again but knew she could not keep up with Lavon's rapid fire delivery system. Opening her mouth, she let the bulk of the semen drip down the cock shaft. She could clean that up later Kate told herself as a third tsunami washed over her tongue.

And so it went blast after blast. Kate swallowing what she could and letting the rest drip down over her hands. Later, Kate would realize that part of her problem was that she was having an orgasm herself as Lavon unloaded into her mouth.
Finally Lavon's full body seizures subsided. Kate, too, stopped shaking though mini-climaxes continued to ripple through her cunt. Her nipples throbbed under her bra. Her hands were covered in semen. Her face was a mess. Cum coated her lips and was dripping down her chin onto her neck and sweater.

The phone on the table, next to the chair in which Lavon sat rang. Right next to Kate's ear, it sounded as loud as a fire alarm.

She was so startled that it felt as if her heart had stopped for a few seconds. Kate acted on instinct. She picked it up. Clutching it with only her index finger and thumb, cum dripped down onto the receiver as she put it to her ear. Cum began running down her arm.

Her other hand was dripping cum onto Lavon's thigh. Kate looked between his legs. The lovely partial phallus now rested against a thigh. Still thick and about 8 inches long, the slit oozed the last of his cum onto his leg. Cum that was rightfully Kate's to savor on her tongue and in her mouth. Just damn, she thought.

"Hello." Kate was surprised at how out of breath she sounded. It was Mike! F U C K!!

"Hold on honey, I'm dripping right now. Let me get a towel." Kate put the receiver on the bed and held a cum covered finger to her lips ensuring that Mike wouldn't hear Lavon speak.

Lavon was already out of the chair. Kate hurried and grabbed as many towels as she could hold. Wiping off her hands, she discarded the soiled towel and picked up a fresh one.

"Sorry sweetie," she whispered to Lavon, "it's coach on the phone. We'll have to do this again before I leave -- a few times!"

Smiling at Lavon, Kate dropped to her knees again. She swabbed her tongue across the cock slit gathering any residual semen clinging there. She sucked the nearly flaccid cock completely into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue but pulled quickly away when she felt the blood begin to surge back into his penis.

Kate blew Lavon a kiss as she watched him put his pants on tucking that incredible dick back into his shorts. Lavon gave Kate the "call me" gesture extending his thumb and little finger and wiggling his hand next to his ear.

Kate nodded unaware she didn't have a number for him. Just before he disappeared out the door, Kate pointed to an envelope on the desk with his name on it.

Taking the envelope, Lavon left. Inside were seven $50 bills meant to thank the young man for his contribution to her sexual sanity and to bribe him into repeat performances.

"Hi Mike, yeah, I was drenched when the phone rang." Kate's voice was extra syrupy in direct opposition to the seething she felt inside.

Giving Lavon up early, half finished as it were was one thing, but now she'd even have to wait to ravage herself.

And that wasn't the worst of it. Mike, it seemed, had decided to come to New York for the weekend. There would be no weekend cock'n'mouth sessions with the black athlete as she'd hoped.

Fuck. Fuck and double fuck. Fuck a duck. Fuck a big duck, Kate thought as syrupy words dripped from her lips into the receiver much as the cum had dripped from those same lips onto her hands just a few moments earlier.

* * * *

Mike arrived at the hotel early Friday afternoon.

"Are these yours?" asked Mike handing the papers to Kate. They were the missing stories. "I found them on the floor of your closet."

Kate stared at the pages. What could she say? She remained silent.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Mike stared at his wife until she looked up at him.

"They're just fantasies," Kate lied.

"You fantasize about that?" Mike asked softly, trying to sound non-threatening. For six days he'd thought about what was on those pages. He wanted answers, not screaming accusations.

"Sometimes," answered Kate, even more softly.

"You want another man?" Mike asked the question he most both feared and needed answered.

"Not another man," answered Kate pretending to smooth her sweater but knowing the movements emphasized her mammoth tits and knowing Mike would notice.

She couldn't lose Mike and somehow, deep inside, she knew she wouldn't. The question was, could she 'turn' him? Kate didn't want to have this conversation now but she'd conducted it in her mind many times in her mind. She couldn't see that she had a choice.

"Sit down, honey," Kate said leading Mike to the room's work desk. Mike sat in the desk chair.

Going to the mini-bar, Kate extracted two mini-bottles of Dewar's White Label. Handing one to Mike, she uncapped the other and swigged the entire contents.

"Not another man, Mike, another cock." Mike's hand shook as he uncapped the liquor.

"Another cock?" he coughed, sipping the scotch. Kate nodded.

"Wait a minute. I know I've been having a few problems recently. I've been thinking about Viagra, just haven't gotten around to making an appointment. If I had known it was so important..."

"That's only part of it."

"You've been fantasizing about what's in those stories?"

Kate nodded at her husband.

"Do you know those people?" Kate shook her head.

"What then? You fantasize and what?"

"What do you think I do, Mike? Do you have fantasies? What do you do when you fantasize?"

"You get yourself off?" Mike asked incredulously. "I don't believe it. I've never seen you touch yourself in the entire time we've known each other."

Reaching over, Kate picked up the stack of papers. She began to read aloud. As she read, she slipped off her shoes. Standing, she walked over to the mini-bar and extracted the last bottle of Dewar's.

Holding it up, she arched her eyebrow at Mike. He shook his head and she returned to the chair. She continued reading the story and sipping the scotch. Mike was watching his wife intently and listening to her read the arousing, pornographic prose.

Putting a foot on the stool in front of her, Kate began rubbing her hand along her skirt stroking her legs and raising the hem.

Spreading her legs, she let Mike watch her insert her hand into her panties. There could be no mistaking the fact that his wife was masturbating. Kate stopped herself before she reached her point of no return.

Lowering the papers, Kate looked Mike in the eye. "Do you want me to continue?"

There was a long pause; during which Kate caressed her labia while holding Mike's eye. He was mesmerized. He was physically, mentally, and psychologically unable to stop things now.

"Yes and no," he answered finally. Kate continued her intimate caresses and waited for Mike to continue. "You want one of the guys like in the story?"

"Yes," whispered Kate as her hand continued its motion. Her legs were wide open letting her husband stare. Mike stared.

"You want one of the..." Mike fumbled with the words, "one of the guys with...one of the black guys?"

"Yes," his wife answered.

"You want to fuck Darren?" Mike asked at last, finally getting to what he had been thinking for almost a week.

Mike wondered if Kate wanted to swing with Darren and Yvonne. Sure, the couples had flirted with each other's spouses from time to time. Mike knew Darren thought Kate was hot and Mike had wondered sometimes what it would be like to be with a black woman.

But nothing much was ever actually done. Yvonne had tongue kissed him once and both had watched Darren feel Kate's tits after Kate had lost a sports bet.

"Not Darren," Kate answered, somewhat to Mike's relief. "The guys in the stories aren't like Darren, are they?"

"Well what then?"

"I already told you I don't want another guy."

"Katie, honey, you just lost me." Mike was using his pet name for her. That was a very good sign. She made sure her hand did not stop stroking her pussy.

"I don't want a guy, Mike. I want a cock."

"A black cock."

"Correct."

"A big, black cock?"

"Well, yes, that's part of it, but also it has to be a young cock."

"Young? You mean 35? 25?"

"Maybe 25. Maybe younger."

"Teenager?"

"That would be ideal for me, yes, a teenager."

"So you want to fuck a black teenager."

"Nobody said anything about fucking. Those stories weren't about fucking, were they Mike? Did Sherry fuck the stripper? Did Laura fuck the gigolo?"

"No."

"What did they do Mike?"

"They gave them blowjobs."

"That's right, they sucked their cocks. They sucked until the guy came and then they swallowed. They swallowed the guy's cum and sent him on his way. Left them with a throbbing pussy for which they had to provide their own relief or have their husband provide relief for them."

"But Katie, why? You never liked sucking my cock."

"I'll answer you Mike but first I want you to do something for me."

"What?"

"Take off you pants."

"What? Are you joking?"

"No, Mike, take them off. You're hard, aren't you? I want to see it."

"Shit, you're sitting there fingering your pussy, what guy wouldn't get hard."

"The pants Mike," Mike reluctantly began removing his slacks and boxers. Standing there, Mike displayed his phallus to his wife.

"So that's all because I'm fingering myself? It has nothing to do with the conversation we're having?" Mike nodded.

"Sit down Mike. Swing your leg over the arm of the chair so I can have a good view of you. Go ahead stroke yourself like I am. I know it feels good." Mike did as his wife suggested.

"So how is it, Mike, that I can sit here playing with myself and you get that raging hard-on you're playing with but when I'm in bed with you, half the time you can't even get it up. Why is that?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because I haven't seen you do that before."

"Nothing to do with those stories, Mike? Because they turn me on. They surely do. Let me ask you a question Mike and tell the truth. When you found those stories, you knew they were mine, didn't you?" Mike nodded.

"You were shocked that something like that would turn me on, weren't you?" Mike nodded.

"Did you think I played with myself while reading those stories?"

"I wasn't sure," Mike shrugged.

"Did reading those stories turn you on Mike?" Mike's stroking hand froze; he blushed.

"It's OK Mike. Those stories turn a lot of people on. Did you jerk off Mike? Did those stories make you jerk off?" Mike nodded.

"More than once?" Again, Mike nodded.

"So I could just as easily ask you to explain. What got you so hot Mike? You can barely get it up when I'm sucking it. So why do stories about wives sucking off young black studs appeal to you more than that?"

Kate let Mike think in silence for a few moments.

"Not an easy question to answer is it? Why did those stories get me so hot? It's not so easy for me to answer either.

"At the very core, I guess the women are admitting they like cock. That's not such an easy concept, for those in our generation, anyway.

"Women were supposed to swap sex for a relationship, for security. Sure we could enjoy it too, but it was mainly for the man's benefit, his pleasure. We weren't supposed to like it and want it as much as the men."

"I've spent my entire adult life with these," Kate said, grabbing one of her tits with her free hand. "They're nice, aren't they Mike?"

"Sure, you know I love your tits."

"So does just about every other man. And what do those guys want Mike? They want to look at them. They want to touch them, play with them, lick them, suck on them. You know I like having my tits played with and sucked. It feels so nice.

"But if I let a guy do those things what does he get out of it? A hard-on, that's all. He gets no satisfaction from me. He gets to go home and provide that for himself. I know what you're thinking, 'He's just doing that to get into my panties where the real satisfaction is.'

"You're wrong and you know it. Even if the guy knew for certain that a feel was all he'd get he'd still want to feel me up. He'd be happy to take his hard-on home and beat off if he could just cop a feel."

"Remember that time Darren bet me $50? Just for a chance to feel my tits? What satisfaction was he going to get? But he risked $50 just for a feel.

"I know you remember. You were hard that night. I felt it. Hard, just because your friend got to feel your wife's tits!

"See, you don't even have to feel them yourself. The simple thought of somebody getting to feel them is enough to get you up. I'll bet Darren got really stiff, too. Hell, no need to bet, Yvonne told me he did.

"She still teases him about it. The thing is... even Yvonne got wet watching her husband feeling me up. It's something we all do."

"Men get hard-ons all the time over tits. Why is everyone so surprised if a woman gets wet over cocks? Why aren't women supposed to like cocks the way men like tits?

"Why wouldn't a woman want to see cocks, touch them, play with them, lick them, suck on them? And cocks can do something tits can't. They can show how happy they are that you touched them, and played with them, and sucked them.

"They can shoot a lovely tribute to those women. They can give her a reward that tits can never give a man -- and please don't bring lactating into this, that's not a sexual response.

"That's why Mike. Surely you can see that when a woman finally acknowledges that cocks turn her on, it's not that big a step to where she's happily enjoying her juices flow down her legs while sucking a nice cock."

Mike was stunned, too stunned to speak. But he was still stroking himself.

"You still have questions, don't you?" Mike nodded but couldn't speak.

"Like why I don't want to fuck them instead of blow them?" Mike nodded.

"A fair question. Wouldn't I get something more myself out of the fucking, right?" Mike nodded again.

"That's harder to answer. Part of it is about control, me controlling things. Controlling if the guy cums, when he cums.

"Even controlling him afterward, as I know he'll be jerking, off thinking about me, and what I'd done to him. Knowing I could do that to him, part of me I think, doesn't want to get that intimate with strangers. Get to where he takes his pleasure with my most intimate places. Maybe I'm saving that for my husband!" Kate giggled softly.

"I really just want to put my hands on it, get my face up close and look at it, brush my lips across it, caress the balls, drag my hair over it.

"I want to treat it like a girl treats a middle school boyfriend, like an object. Kissing it softly, touching it gently with my tongue, giving it a hickey on its glans.

"Maybe if I hadn't read those stories first it would be different. Maybe if the women had been ass fucking older white men, that's what I'd be fantasizing about.

"But I didn't. What I read enflamed me like nothing before. Mike, I've been fingering myself over those stories for more than a year now and it's not dying down. If anything, I want it even more.

"If I were fucking the guy it would diminish the importance of the cock, my acknowledgement of my interest in, desire for, appreciation of, and pure lust for cock.

Fucking would be about me as much as the cock. Cocksucking is much more erotic for me because it's all about the cock and not about me."

Kate fell silent, continuing her slow labial caresses. She'd nearly cum off as she explained her fantasy to Mike. Now she would have to relieve herself soon.

"But why so young?" Mike asked his last question.

"Young and black you mean?" Mike nodded.

"You look like you're in pain Mike. Is your cock just bursting for relief? Well so is my pussy. Why don't you just close your eyes and jerk yourself off and I'll do the same while I tell you the last piece?"

Kate closed her eyes. Mike did too. They began playing with themselves in earnest.

"A man reaches his sexual peak at 18. I want peak cock, Mike. Prime cock. Not something that's been going downhill for years.

"Prime cum too. And young cum. Tasty, fresh, young cum. They are just starting to produce it in volume then. Hot and fresh, mmmm," Kate began to shudder.

"Black? Not as sure. The myth? The taboo? We couldn't have black men when we were younger. They'd dance in that incredibly dirty, sexy way. We could look, but we couldn't touch. The size? Sure. Bigger is better after all. So much more cock to hold. More to kiss, more to love.

"Kneeling before a sexy black boy, holding and sucking his big cock, so black in my white hands, my white mouth. Holding the balls, looking into his eyes, begging him to cum for me, into my mouth where I can taste him. Using his cock as a straw to drain his balls.

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