The Wife and the Black Gardeners 3
Copyright 2020 by Stormbringer
Based on the comic script by Stormbringer and art by Kaoscomics.
Janice bent down to kiss her husband on the cheek. “Bye, have a good day at the office, sweetie,” she told him.
Moshe was a good half foot shorter than his wife which would have bothered a lot of men, but after nearly forty years of marriage, he’d grown used to it. “See you later tonight, Janice,” he said, hefting his briefcase.
“I almost forgot my radio’s dead. Pick me up to D batteries on your way home, Moshe.”
Being shorter than his wife, put Moshe on almost eye level with her breasts for most of their marriage though now her ponderous bosom was hanging lower than they used too. Janice at 58, had kept in remarkable shape through their marriage. Her amazing figure was well displayed in her yoga outfit. Tight gray yoga pants hugged her ass and hips and showed off her shapely legs. Her sleeveless top tightly gripped her breasts, trying to hold them still and stopped at her bare flat belly. “Sure, two double D’s,” he said, chuckling, and underestimating her breast size by two cups, but what did men know?
Janice patted him on the head and waved bye as he backed his car down the driveway. She walked back through the house, grabbed her yoga mat, and exited through the back door into their yard. She unrolled her mat in the grass and began to go through her routine. Immediately, she missed her music. She couldn’t stand headphones and always played her Eastern Zen music through an old boombox. She almost considered skipping her yoga session, but instead, she focused on her breathing and the sounds of the breeze rustling the leaves and nearby sounds of nature entering a Zenlike state until…
“What about the neighbors?”
Janice opened one eye and cocked her ear.
“It’s safe. Janice always plays her music when she’s outside doing her yoga.” It was her neighbor Donna’s voice coming from the other side of the fence.
Janice sat down on her mat, cross-legged, preparing to meditate. She took a deep breath.
“OH GOD! FUCK ME! Give me that big cock.”
Janice opened her eyes. Sounds like Bill and Donna are going at it, she thought. Well, she wasn’t going to be able to meditate with that going on. She rolled over and got on all fours, stretching one leg behind her.
“That’s it stud, make me cum.”
“You like that big cock, slut?” asked Bill in a deeper voice than normal.
Janice pushed down on her arms. Lucky bitch, she thought with a sigh. If I were married to a hunk like Bill, I’d do him every night. Janice had started taking hormone pills and found herself with an increased libido that her husband couldn’t satisfy. She rolled over on her back, lifting her rear end off the mat as high as she could.
“AAHH! CUMMING!”
Damn! Listening to those two go at it is making me horny. Janice felt her nipple pushing into her top. Her panty was growing damp too. Not fair, she thought. Donna’s on her third orgasm already and Moshe hasn’t given me one in forty years. Janice sighed and stood up. She couldn’t concentrate with the sounds of her attractive neighbor’s lovemaking. As she glanced towards their yard, she noticed how close she was to the wood fence separating their yards. There were gaps between the fence. She knew she shouldn’t, but Janice found herself bending over and putting her eye up to one of the gaps. I shouldn’t peek, but…
“I love your BLACK COCK!”
Black? Janice angled her head so that both eyes were staring into her neighbor’s yard. “Oh my god!” she gasped out loud, but there was no way the two fucking in their backyard could hear her.
Donna was bent over embracing a shade tree. Her tits were held firm by one of her skimpy bikini tops. Her panty was missing and the man behind her wasn’t Bill.
“Take that black cock, bitch,” bellowed the son of man that took care of all the lawns on the block.
“UNH! UNH! UNH!” grunted Donna each time the black man buried what was truly a monster of a cock. Janice wished he’d pull It out so that she could see exactly how huge that thigh was. At least a foot long, she guessed. Jerome was all man too. His shirt was off, his musculature that of a heavyweight boxer. He wore a rag tied over his head to keep the sweat off his face. He’d pulled his pants down under his huge cock. “You fill me up so good, baby.” Donna was humping her ass back into the thrusts of Jerome’s black cock.
“Here it cums, slut,” said Jerome, shoving his cock balls deep. Donna screamed again, hugging the tree tighter to keep from collapsing. Janice finally got to see it in all it’s glory when Jerome pulled it out, shooting a wad of semen over Donna’s back before Donna could spin around and kneel, his cock splattering semen across her face before she grabbed the shaft and pulled the still spurting cock down into her mouth. “More than a foot long,” she muttered staring at the swollen monster.
Janice just stared, mouth hanging open in shock. Jerome had pumped most of his load into Donna’s pussy, but just the large strand of ejaculate he’d shot across her back had rivaled a lifetime of Moshe’s orgasms, and Donna still appeared to be gulping semen down her throat, her hand jerking the shaft for every last drop as if she enjoyed the taste of the man’s semen.
“AHEM!”
Janice jumped, sheepishly looking up at the older black man standing over her. She pushed herself to her feet. “Mr. Stanford!” she said. The older black man was older than her, but landscaping kept him in good shape. He was also Jerome’s father. “I forgot it was yard day. I’ll leave you to your work.” Janice’s face flushed as she sidled past him.
Mark Stanford raised an eyebrow and watched Janice Silverstein enter her house before leaning forward and peering through the gap in the wood fencing. He chuckled to himself at the sight of Donna gazing adoringly up at his son Jerome while licking around the head of his cock.
So embarrassed, thought Janice hurrying up her stairs. I can’t believe she’s cheating on Bill. The Millers seemed like such a loving couple, good decent folk. She pulled her top off as she entered her bedroom. Losing their support, her ponderous bosom fell, her hard nipples parallel with her bellybutton. Her thoughts were filled with images of Jerome’s huge penis. She’d never imagined anything like that. She could barely comprehend a man having a penis that big if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes.
Janice bent forward, her breasts dangling like udders as she pulled her yoga pants down, revealing her purple panty. Janice knew one thing after watching her married white neighbor having sex with the black gardener, she was horny. She laid down on the bed, leaning over to retrieve her reliable little pink vibrator. She held the ends in both hands. Its penetrating length was only five and a half inches similar to Moshe when he’d be able to get an erection. “You seem small now old friend,” she told it.
Janice raised her hips and slipped her panty down her legs. She slowly slipped the vibrator inside her. She was soaked and took it easily, flipping it to maximum vibrate, she began working it slowly in and out of her pussy. Usually, she just buried it and squeezed her legs together, but today she was imagining she was getting fucked. Fuck me with your big black cock, she thought, picturing Jerome’s hard muscular body with his giant black cock rearing up between his legs. He spread her legs open, nearly lifting her body off the bed as he pushed the bulbous head of his cock into her pussy. Fuck me, Jerome. I want it all. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. “AAAH!” she squealed. “CUMMING!”
Janice’s hips collapsed on the bed as she caught her breath. “Wow!” she gasped. She’d never cum that quickly or that hard before.
Janice got off her bed and headed to the bathroom. She freshened up, still feeling the afterglow of a good orgasm. She grabbed her pill bottle and emptied two in her palm. What’s gotten into me, she thought, looking down and blaming the hormone pills in her hand. They were making her constantly horny and Moshe hadn’t even had an erection in twenty years. He was twelve years older than she was and had been suffering from limp dick since he was fifty. She hefted her breasts up off her belly, staring at herself. Aside from her big bosom, her body was lean and fit, belly flat, and her bushy pubic mound was still brown with no gray hairs in it. The pills had made them bigger too as well as making her nipples sensitive. Just touching them sent tremors of desire straight to her pussy. A 58 year-old-woman should not be as horny as a teenage girl, but she was.
Janice dressed in slacks and a purple top. She retrieved her dildo and washed it off before carrying it into the den where she sat it beside her computer. “Sorry old friend, but I think it’s time for an upgrade,” she said, searching for a larger dildo. “Should I get a big white dildo or a black one? Decisions… decisions.”
Her search came up with a variety of dildoes with size comparisons, their color growing darker as they got bigger. “Looks like the big ones only come in black,” she said, surprised. “I guess that answers that question.” She looked for one that might compare to Jerome’s mighty weapon and clicked purchase.
**********
Jerome waited beside the Stanford and Son work van in the prison parking lot. The bald muscular black man walked out of the building, taking a whiff of the outside. He looked around and saw Jerome. “Yo J.” He waved.
Jerome walked to greet him. “Deon, my man. Welcome back to society, bro.” He opened his arms and hugged his ex-cellmate. The men pounding each other on the back.
Deon got in the passenger side of the van and Jerome drove off. “Mowing lawns, huh?” asked Deon.
“Yep.” Jerome grinned, glancing over at his friend. “Doesn’t pay much, but there are fringe benefits and I got some plans to make us some cash.”
“I ain’t goin back to jail, bro.”
“This is all on the up and up. Trust me.”
“Anyway bro, I owe you for the job and place to stay.” Deon stared out the window at scenery he hadn’t seen in five years, wondering what the fringe benefits were.
**********
One week later…
Janice stood in the doorway wearing only her blue bathrobe. “Have a good day, sweetie,” she yelled, smiling and waving as Moshe left for work. Her package had arrived and she couldn’t wait to try out her new toy. She’d worn the little pink one out, using it daily, as she impatiently waited for her new one to arrive and wishing she’d chosen expedited shipping.
“Bye dear,” called Moshe.
Just hurry up and go, she thought, disappearing back inside as his car backed down the driveway. Her eyes were filled with anticipation as she opened her package. I can’t wait to try this thing out, she thought. She gasped at the sight of her new black dildo. “Well, hello there, stud,” she said, lifting it and running her fingers over the lifelike ridges and veins. It was big and she doubted, she’d be able to take more than half, but she sure wanted to try.
Janice ran up the stairs, black dildo in hand. She loosened her robe, letting it fall open as she laid down on the bed. Janice spread her legs and brought the head of her dildo up to her pussy and slowly pushed it in, gasping with delight at how much better just the big head was feeling. “Oh my god, this feels amazing,” she said, grabbing the shaft and pushing more inside her. The dildo was filling her up like never before, but her pussy was soaking it, making it easier to glide in and out. Her hand slid down the shaft to the dial on the base and she turned to vibrations on. “OH SHIT! CUMMING ALREADY!” she cried, her hips humping up into the dildo, wanting more of the massive fake cock. She held on to the base as her orgasm was trying to push it out. She pushed it deeper, about three-quarters of the shaft inside her, opening up virgin territory in her pussy. Janice was breathing heavily, she released the shaft and laid back, enjoying the vibrations. Her hands found her nipples, squeezing, and pulling at them. Her nipples were so hard it was like they were trying to pull her breasts out. Her pussy felt so full, so good. Her vaginal muscles were squeezing the shaft, trying to pull it deeper and force it out. Her body wished it were fucking her. She squeezed her nipples hard, feeling her pussy squeezing tightly around the cock. She was going to cum aga…
“AAAHH!” Janice screamed, her hips rising off the bed. “FUUUCK!” Her pussy erupted around the plastic shaft, actually sucking it in an inch deeper before the force of her orgasm shot the black dildo right out of her, followed by a spray of her orgasmic fluids.
Janice collapsed on the bed in a pleasurable daze. She sat up long enough to grab her black dildo. It was soaked. She turned it off and rested it between her breasts, laying back down, fingers caressing down the ridges and veins. Wow! She thought, staring in awe at her new toy. Wow! Two huge orgasms. Never had two with the little white one. Wow! Might have kept going if it hadn’t shot out of my pussy. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship,” she told it, still caressing, the well-detailed lifelike shaft.
Janice pulled her robe around her and finally forced herself out of bed. She sat on the edge, reaching down into her drawer, she pulled out her old friend. The little white dildo she’d had for ten years purchased when her hormone pills started driving her crazy. Never in a million years would she have thought that a nice Jewish girl like her would own a vibrator, let alone trade a little one in for a giant black one. She stood up and tossed it in the wastebasket. “You were a loyal friend,” she told it, holding it over the opening of her trash can. “But I’m sorry, your services are no longer required.” And with that, she let it go.
Janice let her robe fall to the floor and dressed in her yoga pants and workout clothes. Before heading out back to do her workout, she gently rested her black dildo on her pillow. “Blackie, I’ll see you after my workout,” she told it with a wink and blowing a kiss at it. If the second time was a good as the first, she might even consider a third session with it before Moshe got home.
Janice was still thinking about her dildo as she went through her exercises, she even pictured it while meditating. Moshe had not surprisingly forgotten the batteries last week, so she had to focus her mind on something. If the real thing was that good, she could understand why Donna might cheat on Bill. She sat, curling one leg under her while bending her other leg. She entered her zen state, focusing on Blackie, the image in her mind changing from her new dildo to Jerome’s giant cock blasting semen on her neighbor’s face.
“HEY BABY!”
Janice’s head turned towards her fence.
“Jerome, I was just thinking about you.”
Oh my god, he’s back, she thought, her heart began pounding in her chest. Without even thinking about it, she found herself on all fours, crawling towards her fence. I shouldn’t peep, but… well, she wanted to see it again.
“Who’s that?” asked Donna.
“This is my boy, Deon.”
“Jerome, I don’t know about this…”
“Relax baby, you and Deon are gonna be great friends. Show her what you got Deon.”
Janice peeped through the gap, mouth falling open, her eyes opening wide. They were beside the tree again, Donna in her blue bikini. Jerome was on her right side untying her panty. The new guy, Deon was on her left. He was wearing dark shorts, pulled down under an enormous erect black penis. Donna already had one hand on it, stroking along its hardness. Both black men had their shirts off, hard muscular chests glistening with sweat.
“I think I like the fringe benefits,” said Deon, smiling down at Donna’s white hand stroking his black shaft. He was bald, good-looking, and had a great physique. His skin and body were very similar to Jerome’s except for Jerome’s van dyke covering his upper lips and chin. Deon’s cock was every bit as large as Jerome’s. They could have been brothers.
Janice was a little shocked that Donna appeared to be about to take on two enormous black cocks. She certainly wasn’t resisting. Her panty fell to her feet and Jerome started pulling the strings on the top. His hand rested on her shoulder pushing her down.
Nude, Donna fell on her knees. Janice was jealous of her breasts. She had been overweight, but when she started dieting she lost weight everywhere but for her breasts. They were about 32FF and sagged like Janice’s until Bill had paid to have them lifted. Now they were high and proud on her chest. Perfect. She had the kind of fit, but jiggly body men loved. Donna pulled Deon’s cock towards her lips and began slurping around the head.
Donna was sucking Deon’s cock like she enjoyed it. Jerome pulled his pants off and stepped out of them, cock rising as he turned towards Donna. Janice’s lovely neighbor turned her attention on Jerome’s cock sucking it lustfully while Deon slipped his shorts off.
Janice watched as Donna turn her attention from one black man to the next. She sucked nearly two-thirds of Deon’s cock down her throat, before turning and doing the same to Jerome. Her free hand rapidly jerking off Deon’s cock while she sucked Jerome. Donna released Jerome and turned her head back to Deon’s swollen cock. It suddenly without warning exploded cum all over Donna’s face. She released the shaft momentarily to wipe seed from her eyes. His cock bounced wildly, spraying semen from her tits to her hair, before she grabbed it again and pulled him down to her mouth, sucking out the rest of his seed.
“Sorry, it’s been five years since a woman sucked me off,” apologized Deon, somewhat shamefacedly.
You’ve got nothing to apologize for, thought Janice watching Jerome kneel. Donna fell over on all fours, never letting his cock leave her mouth. As for Deon, his cock was still sticking straight out, at least a foot from his pubes. He grabbed his shaft which grew another inch as he stroked it while kneeling behind Donna and lining his cock up with her pussy. Janice hadn’t believed a man could recover that fast. Even on her two-week honeymoon, Moshe usually needed a day to recharge. By the second week, it was every other day. As soon as they got settled into married life, sex was once a week, for five years, then once a month for another five before dropping off to special occasions for ten years and then twenty years of limp dick. It wasn’t his fault as heart meds slowed his blood flow, but even penis pills like Hard-On didn’t affect it. Moshe had a choice of either limp dick or a heart attack.
Fwap! Fwap! Fwap!
Janice was so close to the action; she could hear the noise coming from Deon’s rapid rhythmic fucking Donna’s very wet pussy. She could hear slurping noises coming from Donna’s mouth. The Silversteins were nearly orthodox Jews and Janice had never laid eyes on pornography before. She’d never even conceived of a woman taking two men at once. She couldn’t believe Deon was lasting so long at the pace he was ramming his black cock in and out of Donna’s pussy. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
And then it got interesting.
“What have we here?” Donna’s friend had just walked around the house into the back yard. Janice had met her before. Jenny, if she remembered correctly. Jenny had one hand on her hips, frowning down at the threesome through her glasses.
Ha! Slut just got caught, thought Janice, wondering where this was going. It was like she had her own soap opera next door. And then Jenny let her skirt drop down her legs.
“Don’t be selfish, Donna,” said Jenny, standing there in just her pink panty.
What the hell? Janice watched Jenny lean over and slide her panty down. She had another envious body, breasts as large as Donna’s, youthful and firm. Deon bellowed, pulling Donna’s hips back into his cock. She gagged around Jerome’s cock, cumming hard as Deon seeded her pussy. Jenny kneeled opposite Donna, opening her mouth. Deon took the hint, pulling his spurting cock out of Donna and shooting a blast of semen across her back. He turned and Jenny took the end of his cock in her mouth, gulping his sperm down.
Apparently, the blow job wasn’t doing it for Jerome. He pulled out and laid on his back. Donna guided him into her pussy and started riding him, moaning and cumming almost immediately. Deon looked spent, his huge cock finally hanging down, still drizzling sperm. Jenny straddled Jerome’s face and planted her pussy down on his mouth. She quickly started gasping, leaning forward, and making out with her friend Donna who reached out tugging Jenny’s nipples. Playing with her nipples and Jerome’s tongue soon had Jenny cumming all over Jerome’s mouth.
Janice reached down underneath her, feeling between her legs. The crotch of her yoga pants was soaked. She started pushing her finger inside as she watched the action. She was horny and ready for Blackie again, but couldn’t take her eyes off the action.
Jerome was finally cumming, Donna was sitting in his lap, softly whimpering. Deon’s cock had gotten rock hard for the third time. He was standing near Jenny getting his cock sucked while she still humped Jerome’s tongue. Eventually, he grabbed her arm and pulled her off Jerome. Soon Jenny was bouncing in his lap, cumming hard over his black cock, Jerome standing and feeding his limp cock to Jenny. A minute later, she was sucking his hard cock. Donna kneeled nearby waiting for someone to pay attention to her.
Jenny collapsed on Deon’s hard chest. “No more. I can’t take it anymore.”
Deon let her get up, telling her, “Go kneel by yo friend.”
The two men stood in front of the women, jerking off their shafts while the girls slurped on the ends of their cocks.
“AHEM! Need help, Mrs. Silverstein?”
Janice froze, slowing sliding her finger down underneath her and praying Mr. Stanford hadn’t seen what she was doing even as he’d approached her from behind and had a perfect view. “Shit!” she said, pushing herself up. “Mr. Stanford? No thanks. I lost a contact… No, I mean I thought I heard something. Uh, wait, my contacts are inside. I’ll just leave you to your work.” Janice slipped inside her house. She’d never been more embarrassed in her life.
Stanford bent down and peeked through the fence. Heh! Heh! Heh! He chuckled, watching Jerome’s and Deon baptizing the two women with their cum. Donna and Jenny had their tongues out, faces dripping with black seed.
Janice hadn’t even managed to undress. She was sitting on her bed, top pulled above her breasts and yoga pants down around her legs. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” she cried working Blackie in and out of her needy pussy. She turned the vibrations up, falling back on the bed, raising her legs, she pulled Blackie into her pussy, taking the entire thing for the first time. “YYEEESSS!” she screamed, her pussy exploding around the dildo. Her orgasm was even larger than last time, it’s explosive force trying to shoot the dildo out again, but she held it buried deep, her orgasm seeming to last forever. Eventually, it got so intense, Janice yanked the dildo out of her pussy to make it stop. She collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath and staring at the ceiling until she recovered enough to sit up.
Janice made her way to the shower. What’s gotten into me? She wondered, lathering soap over her breasts and gasping as her nipples were still hard and sensitive. I know what HASN’T gotten into me, a real live penis in twenty years.
Janice stepped out of the shower, drying her well-developed body off and wrapping a towel around her hair and torso. She’d never felt this satisfied in her life. Her body was tingling, her nipples still ached wanting to be touched, and her vaginal muscles were spasming inwards and out, acting like it wanted more of her new dildo. She was also ravenously thirsty.
Janice had made some fresh lemonade. She hurried downstairs and retrieved the pitcher from her refrigerator. She sat down and poured herself a glass, sighing as her thirst was finally quenched. She listened to the sound of Mr. Stanford mowing the lawn, glancing up as he passed by her window. He passed in the other direction and she could see sweat pouring down his face. Poor man looks hot,” she thought.
Janice lost her towel and retrieved her blue robe, tightening the belt around her waist. She opened the sliding glass door, holding the pitcher of lemonade up. “Would you like some lemonade, Mr. Stanford?” she yelled.
He stopped the mower. “That would be wonderful,” he replied, wiping his arm across his forehead.
“Come in and get out of the heat.” Janice stepped back into her house and went to get Mr. Stanford a glass.
When Janice stepped back into the room, Mr. Stanford was standing over her record collection, flipping through them, occasionally pulling one out and whistling. “You’re into jazz and the blues?” said Stanford. “I’ve seen many of these live.”
“So have I. My *** owned a jazz club.”
Stanford sat down at her counter and took a sip of lemonade. “Delicious, Mrs. Silverstein.”
“Call me Janice,” she replied, smiling.
“Mark.”
They chatted amicably for a few minutes and Janice found herself warming up to Mark quickly. It turned out that Mark had frequented her father’s jazz club several times. Talking with Mark reminded her of how much she missed hanging out with friends. Mark quickly drained his glass, but she wasn’t ready to stop talking with him. “Refill?” she asked, holding the pitcher up.
Mark held his glass up. “Yes, pl… AAAAAAHHH!” Mark jumped up as the lid of the container slid off and a wave of lemonade poured straight into his lap.
“Oh, god! So sorry,” squealed Janice looking in horror at the mess she’d made. She grabbed a roll of paper towels and started wiping up. Mark was soaked, both his pants and shirt were wet. “Sorry Mark, you can use my shower to wash up.”
Mark stood and followed Janice up the stairs. “Really Mrs. Silverstein, I’m fine just hosing off outside.” His eyes glanced admiringly at a picture of three bikini-clad beauties on the wall. The women were all quite stunning with large chests, resembling three stages of Janice Silverstein. Janice was on the left, a woman in her thirties was in the middle, her breasts were huge and starting to fall. The last woman looked late teens, wore a tiny blue bikini, that held her DD chest high and tight. He couldn’t help glancing admiringly at the three women.
“Nonsense. Use my shower and I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer. I insist.” Noticing his attention, she paused. “My ******** Janet and granddaughter Jane.”
“Three beautiful women,” said Mark, noticing a slight blush forming on Janice’s cheeks at the compliment. He followed her to the bathroom. Mark stripped in the shower, handing Janice his wet clothes through a gap in the door. Lastly, he pulled his underwear off and handed that through. Janice crinkled her nose at the sight of his underwear. Yuck, she thought looking at the yellow stains. “I’ll rinse these off and throw them in the dryer.” She pulled the door shut and headed back downstairs to rinse his clothes off in the sink.
Mark lathered up his body, enjoying the shower. His mind wandered to the three hot women in bikinis in Janice’s picture, to Mrs. Silverstein clad in her short robe, showing off her impressive cleavage, and lastly, Janice down on all fours, fingering herself while peering through the fence at his son. His hand found his cock and started stroking it as it swelled rapidly.
“That felt good,” said Mark coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, a tube-shaped bulge tenting out the cloth.
Janice was waiting for him in the bedroom. “Your clothes should be dry in about forty minutes,” she told him. Secretly, she was thrilled to have him another forty minutes and wanted to continue their conversation. “Let’s go back downsta…” Janice looked down at Mark’s hand pulling the belt on her robe. He’d sat down on her bed. “MR. STANFORD?”
“Just unwrapping my present,” he replied, pulling the belt until her robe almost fell open.
Janice yanked the belt out of his grasp, stepping back. “Get out! NOW!” She pointed towards the stairs.
Mark stood, holding his hands up for peace. “You want some black meat, woman. Quit pretending.”
Janice was mortified that he believed she was the kind of woman that would cheat on her husband. She held her hand to her chest indignantly. “I’m a married wom…” Her eyes followed Mark’s hand down as he ripped off the towel around his waist. “OH MY GOD!” Her eyes stared in awe at the large black cock sticking out in front of him. He’s huge, she thought.
“Is this what you want?” asked Mark, shaking his cock. It was a hard twelve inches of black dick.
“No,” she replied, forcing her eyes away from his huge phallus, even as her body started responding to the sight of it. “Cover it up, please.”
“Come, Mrs. Silverstein, you watched my son fuck Donna, you spilled the lemonade on purpose, and you left you black dildo out for me to find.”
Her cheeks flushed red, as she glanced at Blackie sitting up on the pillow waiting for her. “No, I forgot it was there.” She felt her embarrassment turning to anger. This was her fault but still felt like an invasion of her privacy. “I don’t care if they are still wet, I’m getting your clothes.” Janice spun around angrily, her loose robe billowing out and catching on the bedpost as she stormed off. Janice nearly walked right out of the loose robe, it pulled off her shoulders and caught her arms. “EEK!” she squealed looking down in horror. She was wearing underwear, but barely. Her purple panty was skimpy enough, but her top was only a shelf bra holding her breasts high but leaving them bare.
“Dayumn!”
Janice turned, facing Mark Stanford, trying to pull the robe back up even as Mark grabbed her back and planted his lips over one of her engorged nipples. “OOOH GOD!” She stared down at Mark’s gray hair, feeling his tongue expertly twirling around her hard nipple. His hand found her other breast, pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipple in just the right way to turn her on. Janice started to melt. “Y…YYEESS!!” she moaned. Janet’s thighs grew damper and damper until she was gushing with lust. Mark’s hand slid down to her ass, squeezing it, he raised his head and pulled her into him, their lips mashing together, his tongue pushing into her mouth and her tongue fighting back until they were dueling. It was the first truly passionate kiss Janice had experienced in thirty-some years. Her hand found his hard cock, caressing the underside on his black shaft. Its length was longer than several of her hands and its girth was even greater than the dildo resting on the pillow.
Mark broke the kiss. He moved his hand to her head and pulled her down, her lips approaching the head of his rearing cock. “Now suck that black cock,” he ordered.
Janice looked up at him. “I don’t even do that for my husband.”
He pushed her back so that she sat heavily on her marital bed. “Fine, we’ll just fuck then. But if you ever want this cock again, you’re going to learn to suck it.”
“This will be the only time,” said Janice, sliding back on the bed.
Mark smirked. “Whatever you say, baby.” He climbed on the bed, kneeling between her legs. “You guide it in.” He pulled the wet crotch of her panty aside.
Janice gulped, staring down her body at the rampant black cock. She reached down, shuddering as her hand wrapped around the shaft. Janice pulled it down, placing the head against the entrance to her pussy. “MMMMYESSS!” she moaned as the bulbous head spread her open, slowly pushing inside. She released his cock and took over holding her panty open while Mark grabbed her knees and began working his cock in and out, slowly driving it deeper.
Mark fell over her, holding himself up by his arms. He grinned, still working his cock deeper. “How long has it been since you had a real man in your pussy?” he asked, his cock pushed past the halfway mark.
Janice was grabbing his arms, focusing on the sensations. His cock was better than the dildo, hot and throbbing with life. “Moshe hasn’t had an erection in twenty years,” she gasped out, her hips were starting to rise into his thrusts.
“I said, a real man. Little white pencil dicks don’t count.” His cock was making a squishing sound every time he pushed it deep.
“You’re my first then.”
Mark sank his cock into her, watching her tremble. He sat back and cupped his arms under her knees, raising her pussy up in line with his cock. “Now we fuck,” he grunted, pistoning his hips.
So big, she thought. So deep. Janice’s fists clenched the sheets tight. I’m gonna cum. Finally, a real live cock is making me cum. “AAAHHHH!” Her pussy went crazy around his cock. Her head thrashed on the pillow bumping into her dildo. She’d never had an orgasm with a man before and it was the most rewarding of her life. Mark lifted her higher, fucking her faster. He showed no sign of slowing down or of having his own orgasm. “OHMYGOD! I’m having anot… AAAAAAHHHH!”
“Damn woman, them’s some explosive orgasms,” grunted Mark. He chuckled, buried his cock, and held it inside her until her trembling ceased. He slowly removed his soaked cock and let her fall back on the mattress. “You get on top.”
Janice sat up and straddled Mark as he lay prone. She raised herself and guided his cock back to her pussy. “Your cock’s amazing, Mark.” She sank over the head and down the shaft. “AH! AH! AH! AAAAHHHH!!!” Janice sat in his lap, her body wracked by little earthquakes as she came again. He grabbed her breast and pulled her down, clamping his lips around a nipple. “I love it Mark. I can’t stop… CCUUMMIINNGG!” Janice threw her head back, grinding her crotch into Mark’s cock.
Mark laid back, patting her ass. “Get on all fours.”
Janice moaned, sliding up his body, whimpering when his cock finally fell out. She moved over, lowering her head to the pillow while keeping her ass raised. Mark moved back, kneeling between his legs. He pulled her panty out of the way, his cock resting on the crack of her ass. “More please?” she whimpered. “Fuck me more please?” He pushed his cock down and pushed it back inside. “Make me cum again.”
Mark pulled her panty further aside, hearing it start to rip as he ******* her tight little rosebud. Janice’s head was turned and she didn’t see him reaching down for her dildo. He worked his cock slowly in and out, aiming the dildo down and resting it on her rectum.
Janice’s eyes flew open when she felt the pressure on her anus. She gripped the sheets tighter as the head of her dildo pushed her anus inwards until it opened up around the hard plastic. These black men were deviants, demanding oral sex, forcing a woman to take two cocks at once, and now shoving a dildo into her ass. He was working both his cock and the dildo deeper. Janice had never felt so full. And then, Mark switched the vibrator on. “YYEESS!” she screamed so loudly, Donna might have heard it. “CUMMING! So good.” Mark’s cock felt bigger and harder. He shoved it deep, his cock jerking. A strong stream of semen bombarding her womb. “STILL CUMMING!” Janice humped her ass back into his cock, each jet of semen prolonging her orgasm. “CAN’T STOP CUMMING!” He worked his cock around slowly withdrawing it. “STILL CUMMING!” She didn’t stop cumming until his cock had finished squirting inside her. Mark spanked her ass and slowly pulled his spent cock out, leaving the dildo inside her, still vibrating. “Sooo good,” she moaned. It took her a while to gather the strength to reach back and pull it out of her ass.
Janice slipped off the bed and cleaned herself up in the bathroom. She tossed her stretched out panty in the trashcan. She came out to Mark, sitting back on her marital bed, smiling at her. Janice sheepishly smiled back, bending over, she grabbed her robe, but the belt had come off and she couldn’t tie it closed. Mark climbed off the bed. He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms giving her another passionate kiss. “Thanks for a great afternoon.”
“Thank you,” she said, blushing and suddenly feeling like a teenage girl. “I… didn’t know sex could be that good.”
“Can you get my clothes?”
The naked black man followed her downstairs, limp cock flopping from thigh to thigh. Janice led him to the laundry. The dryer had long finished. She opened it and removed his clothes. Janice watched as Mr. Stanford dressed. He was leaner than his over-muscled son, but his body was all muscle. Great shape for a man his age.
Mark kissed her again, raising her robe so that he could squeeze her ass cheeks. Janice’s heart rate increased as did her breathing. “Mmm,” she sighed when he broke the kiss. She followed him to the sliding glass door, standing outside with her robe hanging open, her tits and bush displayed to the world. “Are your clothes dry?” she asked, wanting him to stay just a little longer.
“They’re fine,” he answered, turning to look at her. His eyes swept down her body and Janice found herself arching her back to thrust her breasts out for his admiring gaze. “You sure this was just a one-time thing?” he asked.
Janice didn’t answer. She stared back at him. Mark started to turn away without an answer. Janice found herself squatting down, her hands fumbling to open his pants. His cock was swelling again by the time she fished it out. She guided the head to her mouth, looking up at him as she took the head in her mouth. This was her answer. This isn’t so bad, she thought, sucking the tip of his cock. I’ll just stop before he cums in my mouth. She swallowed it deeper, focusing on the task. Mmmm, this is kind of nice, she thought. She entered a Zenlike state. There was nothing but cock. Mark’s big black cock was the most important thing in the world and it was her purpose to make him cum again. She was privileged to be able to suck a cock like his. She moaned around his cock when he reached down and pinched her nipple.
**********
Deon was in heaven. He stood nude, a stacked white woman in each arm. Each had a hand on his cock, trying to get it hard again.
Jerome was dressed. “I’m gonna check on ***,” he said. “His mower quit an hour ago.”
“I’ll keep da ladies company. I gots one or two left in me,” said Deon. One of the women squealed as his cock turned hard again. “Yo who da fuck is that?”
Jerome turned. “Relax bro. That’s Donna’s husband.” Bill was coming out into the backyard, used to seeing his wife fucking either Jerome or Mark, but not expecting a new guy. He raised his video camera. “He gonna film the action so we can put it on the net and earn some extra cash.”
“Alright,” said Deon, grabbing Jenn’s head as she’d kneeled and started sucking his hard cock. Bill was already raising the camera. “Fringe benefits,” moaned Deon.
Jerome grinned and headed to the door in the fence of the Silverstein’s yard. He pushed it open and froze. Janice Silverstein was squatting in her doorway vigorously sucking his pop’s old black cock. Jerome pulled his phone out and started filming the blow job. You go old man, he thought. Mrs. Silverstein must be a little more experienced then he would have assumed. She was sucking his pop’s cock like an old pro.
**********
Janice pulled back. She stared worshipfully at Mark’s cock, watching her hand stroking his shaft. “Thanks for letting me suck you,” she told him sincerely while kneading his balls with her other hand. The testicles matched the cock, huge and swollen.
“Baby, you is a natural,” replied Mark, stroking her hair. He placed both hands on her head and guided her lips back to his cock. He started guiding her, gripping her hair and making her suck faster, taking control of the blow job just like a real man would. Janice moaned lustfully around his cock.
“Gonna blow,” grunted Mark.
Janice jerked with alarm. His hands gripped her tighter, still fucking her mouth. Oh no! I can’t pull back. Mark’s cock shuddered. Hot seed poured down Janice’s throat, then struck her uvula, and then her mouth filled with semen. YECH! She thought before her taste buds began registering his seed. No wait, it’s good! Janice started gulping his cum down, loving it, and wanting more. He was cumming faster then she could gulp and she found herself gagging. Mark pulled his cock free, sperm splattering on her face, followed by another wad, and another wad until her face was covered in a white pudding thick coating of cum. Janice held her eyes tightly shut, totally blinded.
Mark grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her to her feet, dragging her back into the house. “Hold on Mark, I can’t see,” she complained. He spun her around, grabbing her hips, the head of his hard cock pushing against her pussy. He pulled her into his lap as he sat down in Moshe’s favorite chair. “How can you be hard again?” she asked. Not only hard, but Mark’s cock felt bigger, stretching her out more than it had earlier. His hands were on her waist guiding her up and down his cock while she wiped the semen from her eyes, finally opening them. The face grinning at her under his do-rag wasn’t Mark. “Jerome!” she squealed in shock. “Mark?” she asked, turning her head.
Mark was standing behind her, pulling his shirt off, his cock still hanging out. “I share everything with my son,” said Mark.
“Come on and work that pussy, Mrs. Silverstein,” said Jerome.
Despite her surprise, his cock felt wonderful and Janice started bouncing in his lap. Sucking his *** off had made her horny and she was ready for another good fucking. Jerome’s cock was pushing deeper and stretching her out even more than his father’s amazing cock. He felt amazing and she started riding him harder, throwing her shoulders back so that he could yank her robe off, leaving her in only her shelf-bra and little purple socks. “GAWD! I’M CUMMING!” Janice tried to ride through the big orgasm but ended up sinking on Jerome’s cock and collapsing on his chest.
“Damn ***,” said Jerome. “This slut has some powerful ass orgasms.”
Mark was moving behind Janice, stroking his cock hard again. “That’s Mrs. Silverstein boy. Show the lady some respect.”
Jerome snorted. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading her open as his *** pressed his cock head against Mrs. Silverstein’s anus. Mark pushed his head through her sphincter.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!” screamed Janice, coming back to life and rearing up as Mark pushed half his cock into her ass. Mark reached around, squeezing her hard nipples, and triggering another orgasm. She turned her head kissing him. So good. So good. So good, she thought. Janice turned around bending down to kiss Jerome, but he just crinkled his nose and pushed her away, her face still covered in his ***’s semen.
“Some other time, Mrs. Silverstein,” he said.
“No Jerome, you were right,” she told him. “I’m a slut.” She’d figured a rhythm, thrusting her crotch forwards before raising her ass into Mark’s cock, working both their cocks as hard as she could. “I’m as big a slut as Donna and her slut friend. Your big black cocks have turned me into a slut.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about, slut,” said Jerome, spanking her thigh.
Janice whimpered and cried through several more orgasms. She was hooked and would be wanting more black cock as much as possible. Jerome grabbed her hips and pulled her down, holding her still, his cock jerking in her pussy, sending its first blasts of sperm deep in her womb. Mark pushed deep in her ass, his cock twitching slightly, held tight by her sphincter muscles, his cum shooting deep into her bowels. “YES! I LOVE IT!” cried Janice, feeling both cocks ejaculating inside her. She came again, her ass tightly squeezing down over Mark’s cock while her vaginal muscles worked along Jerome’s shaft, trying to milk it for every drop of his seed.
Mark pulled his cock out, wrapping his arms around Janice’s limp body, he pulled her up and off Jerome, gently laying her down after Jerome pulled himself off the chair. Both men started dressing. Janice lay sprawled on the chair, eyes half-closed, smiling. “Same time next week Janice?” asked Mark.
“Yeeeessss Maaaarkkk!” she sighed, stretching.
“I’ll be in touch too,” said Jerome. He pulled his phone out and snapped some pictures of Janice laying there with semen pouring from her pussy and anus. “I got plans for you.”
Epilogue
Jenny and Donna embraced on the bed. They were nude, but Jenny wore her glasses and sheer blue stockings rising to her thighs. Donna wore dark calf-high stockings. Their breasts pressed together; their legs entangled as they stared in each other’s eyes. “I love you, Mrs. White,” said Donna.
“And I love you, Mrs. White,” answered Jenny. She pulled Donna tighter, kissing her passionately.
They disentangled. Jenn climbed on top Donna, kissing her breasts and down her body. Donna spread her legs as Jenny started lapping her tongue along her pussy lips. Eventually, Jenny turned around, straddling Donna and pushing her pussy back into Donna’s mouth while she returned her tongue to Donna’s pussy and clit. “I have a big surprise for my wife,” said Jenny, raising her head.
Donna was wiggling her tongue into Jenn’s pussy. “What might that be?” she asked.
“Close your eyes,” said Jenny dismounting. She reached down, pulling out her new toy. Donna sat up, eyes closed, waiting for her surprise. “You can open them now.”
“WHOA!” cried Donna in surprise. Jenny had pulled on a strap on dildo. A foot-long plastic black cock stuck out from her crotch. It was the same dildo as Janice’s with a strap on attachment. “Where’d ya get that thing and why black?”
“The big ones only come in black,” explained Jenny, pushing down on the head. She twisted it slightly and the cock started vibrating violently.
“If there were men that big, I wouldn’t be a lesbian,” said Donna, staring lustfully and Jenny’s fake cock. Donna laid back on the bed as Jenny kneeled between her legs, bending the dildo down to the entrance to Donna’s pussy. “I don’t know about this.”
“You’re gonna love it,” said Jenny. “Trust me, I’ve already tried it out.”
“It’s so big!” Donna gasped as it pushed inside her. “OHMYGOD!” Donna raised her hips into the cock as Jenny thrust it in and out. “You’re right. I love it. Gonna cum. AAAHHH!!!”
Jenny pulled the dildo out, the plastic rising above Donna’s crotch. Donna’s fluids dripped off the shaft. “You’re soaked! Should I be jealous?”
SLAM!
The women jumped as the door burst open and two masked black men entered the room. Both had open-eyed ski masks on, sweat pants, and sleeveless tee shirts, showing off arms rippling with muscles. “Well what do have we here?” grunted one man.
“A couple of lesbos in need of real men.”
“EEEK! THEIVES!” cried both women.
One black man pulled his shirt off over his head. His chest was wide and rippled with muscles. He bent and slid his loose-fitting sweat pants down as did the second man. Neither wore underwear and both had rising massive black cocks.
“Get out, NOW!” screamed Jenny, pointing at the door.
Donna was staring in awe at their crotches. “Look at their cocks, Jenny. They’re as big as the dildo!”
The first man grabbed Donna’s legs and spread them open, aiming his cock between her legs. “Fuck me with that big black cock,” begged Donna.
“NO!” cried Jenny, sitting up. She reached out, wrapping both hands around the man’s huge cock and pulling the head away from Donna’s pussy. “Don’t give in Donna, fight it.”
“Take care of that bitch,” grunted the man trying to fuck Donna. The second man pulled Jenny away and the first finally pushed his cock inside Donna. “Imma gonna turn you out for the black man, slut,” he grunted.
“Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock,” squealed Donna.
“Donna, fight it,” cried Jenny. “Don’t give… OOOHHH MMMYYY!” The second man pushed his cock into her from behind.
The first man flipped Donna over so that she was now in control. Donna rode his cock like a madwoman. “I’m still a dyke, but I love their big cocks,” cried Donna.
“Me too. Black men fuck so good,” cried Jenny. She was kneeling on the bed, getting fucked from behind. The black dildo still stuck out from her crotch, vibrating rapidly.
Janice straightened her blouse and pulled her skirt down, taking a deep breath. She smiled and walked through the doorway. She froze, staring in shock at the sight of the two women being fucked by two masked men on the bed.
“MOM! Get out of here,” cried one girl.
“I got the old broad, boys,” cried a third masked black man, grabbing Janice from behind. He was older, white eyebrows visible through the eye slit. He was also fit and leaner than the two muscle men on the bed. One hand grabbed Janice’s blouse, ripping it open. Buttons flew off and her heavy tits fell out, bare and held proud by another shelf bra. His other hand was already pulling her skirt up.
“What the HELL!” squealed Janice looking back at her assailant. “AAAAAAHHH! She screamed, realizing she was being stripped. He guided her to the bed, the three women now laying along the width of the bed, each on their back, getting fucked by three black men.
Jerome signaled Bill. Donna’s husband moved in, zooming the camera in as Jerome pulled his cock out, spewing cum all over Donna’s face. “Oooh, so much cum,” squealed Donna, jerking his shaft.
Bill filmed it until Jerome quit shooting sperm and Donna bent his cock head down so that her tongue could lick around the head. He turned the camera on Jenny. She was kneeling, head back tongue out, while holding her breasts up. Deon jerked his cock rapidly, blasting sperm all over Jenny’s tits and face. “I want every last drop,” begged Jenny.
Bill moved down to the foot of the bed. His neighbor Mrs. Silverstein was on her back, blouse ripped open, her skirt pulled off. He zoomed in on Mark’s cock rapidly plowing her pussy. Bill had caught himself staring at her figure especially her huge tits several times, but he’d never thought of his fifty-something neighbor as a sexual being before. Now, he had to admit, she looked stunning being fucked by Mark Stanford’s big cock. Mark pulled out, stroking his cock, strands of sperm striking from Janice’s face to her navel. “It’s raining sperm,” said Janice.
“Let’s see,” said Jerome, his mask was pulled up his head and his dangling cock was still dripping. Bill showed him a brief playback. “Great camera work, Bill,” said Jerome, pleased with what he saw on film. Bill had other cameras set up around the room. It would take some work, but he could splice them into a pretty good movie.
“Thanks,” said Bill, equally pleased with his work. He’d grown used to seeing his wife black fucked and had even come to enjoy it.
Donna and Jenny wiped the sperm off the faces with towels. Jenny still had the vibrating dildo sticking out between her legs. Deon had also pulled his mask on his head. He was staring at Mrs. Silverstein, wiping herself down. Damn, they were some big ass white titties. His cock, lifted rising as he watched. Finally, he stood and walked over to her. “I ain’t had you yet,” he said. Janice looked up at him, then down at his rampant black cock. “Lay down,” ordered Deon.
Jerome patted Bill on the back, pushing him towards Deon and Janice. Bill raised the camera and started filming again.
Janice raised her legs to Deon’s shoulders, his huge young cock pushing deep, fucking her hard and fast. OH GOD! He’s got me cumming already, she thought, her hips humping up into his cock as she came.
“Jenny, get over here,” grunted Deon.
“Yeah,” said Jenny.
“Fuck my ass.”
Jenny hesitated a moment, before climbing on the bed behind Deon. She bent the dildo down, pressing it into Deon’s anus. She pushed forwards, the head pushing into Deon’s ass.
“UNH!” grunted Deon, burying his cock balls deep in Janice’s pussy. “Shove it deep.”
“AAAAAHHH!” cried Janice, feeling Deon’s cock head probing her womb. She trembled cumming beneath him. She looked up, his eyes were close, jaws clenched enjoying having the vibrating dildo in his ass.
“FFUUCCKK!” grunted Mark. “CUMMING!”
Janice had barely come down for her last orgasm when she felt a voluminous blast of sperm filling her womb. Her pussy clamped down hard around the erupting cock, having another one of her explosive orgasms. Deon grunted, again and again, each time sending more sperm then either Jerome or Mark’s large wads. Having his prostrate massaged was apparently enhancing the intensity of his orgasm. Janice trembled around the spurting cock until it finally quit jerking in her pussy.
Jenny slowly withdrew the dildo from Deon’s ass and Deon rolled off her. Janice climbed to her feet, still out of breath. She excused herself to clean up in Donna’s bathroom. When she returned, the group was gathered around in various stages of dress. Mark had his shirt on, but no pants. Jerome was bare-chested, sweat pants back on. Deon and Jenny were still nude, talking as Jenny unstrapped the dildo from her crotch. “I learned to like it in prison,” Deon explained, somewhat embarrassed.
Donna was holding a towel over her front. “Let me see?” she asked her husband. Bill held the camera’s viewscreen up and she seemed delighted by what she saw. “Oooh, I look good.”
“That’s a wrap people,” said Jerome. “Good work.”
Janice pulled her skirt up and held her ripped blouse closed around her chest. “Walk me home, Mark?”
“Sure baby, just lemme get dressed.” Mark grabbed his pants and pulled them up over his crotch.
Janice continued holding her top closed as they walked into Donna’s backyard. Mark unexpectedly held his hand out. She looked at it before reaching out and taking it. They held hands walking towards the Silverstein’s house. She and Moshe rarely showed affection and she found she liked holding hands with Mark. They’d grown closer over the last few weeks. He often stopped by for lunch and a quick fuck. She found she almost enjoyed his company as much as she enjoyed the great sex. “I hated it, Mark,” she finally told him. “I don’t want to make adult movies.”
He squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Me neither. I’ll tell Jerome we’re out.” They approached her back door. “My boy will never understand, but I like hard work. I like taking care of yards.”
Janice released her top when they entered her house, breasts proudly displayed before Mark’s eyes. They paused before the picture of Janice, her ********, and granddaughter in bikinis they’d taken on a ****** cruise to Cozumel. “It made me feel dirty.” She reached out, grabbing the hem of his sweat pants and pulling it out. “Come make me feel better.”
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately again, kissing her like a man should kiss a woman he desired. He reached up squeezing one of her bared nipples while her hand reached into his pants pulling his hardening cock out.
They made their way to Janice’s marital bed. Mark sitting down while Janice began slurping on his cock while pulling her blouse off unhooking her shelf-bra. She wanted to taste his seed again, but she wanted him inside her even more. She deep-throated him, sucking up and down, before letting his cock slip out of her mouth. “Please, fuck me.”
Mark pulled her up, gently laying her on the bed. He kneeled between her legs, guiding his cock down to her pussy and pushing it inside. “Not today,” he said, holding himself over her, working his cock deeper. He lowered himself over her, reaching under and grabbing her ass, pulling her crotch up into his thrusting cock.
Janice moaned, wrapping her arm around his neck, their lips pressed together, mouths opening so their tongue could duel. His ass raised and lowered slowly, her crotch rising into his thrusts. They both moaned into each other’s lips, enjoying the closeness. No, he wasn’t fucking her. They were making love. He was giving her what she wanted. She no longer felt dirty having just filmed a porno, she felt wanted, desired… loved. Janice’s heart melted at that moment just as her orgasm rocked her body. I’m cumming so hard for him, she cried softly breaking their kiss. It was her largest yet. Her usually explosive orgasms focused inwards this time, pulling his cock balls deep and gripping it as she came all around the shaft.
Mark let her come down from her orgasmic high before grabbing her and rolling over on his back. Mark lifted her heavy breasts so that he could suck her nipples while she slowly rode him enjoying every inch, every thrust of his cock. “AAAAHHH!” she cried, her orgasm beating his.
“Here it cums,” growled Mark before sucking not just her nipple, but the entire tip of her breast into his mouth.
“YYYEEESSS!” she screamed, rearing up and sitting hard on his spurting cock. Having her black lover seed her had her crying out in an even bigger orgasm than last time. Her orgasm lasted with each spurt of his cock. It rocked her body with more pleasure then she’d ever felt before, ruined only by the sight of her husband staring at her from the doorway. “OH NO! MOSHE!” she cried, even as her crotch was still humping the base of Mark’s cock trying to keep her orgasm going on forever. Moshe just stared at her in shock, eyes wide. He was in his business suit, yarmulke on his head. His briefcase hit the floor as he dropped it.
Moshe sighed, shoulders sagging, a sorrowful expression crossing his face. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said sadly. He stood there staring as Janice sprang off Mark, grabbing her blue robe. His eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock when his gaze fell on Mark’s black cock. It was still at its extreme swelling from having just orgasmed. Moshe stared at it as Mark got off the bed. Janice’s old Jewish husband watched as the foot-long black cock went from sticking straight out, slowly lowering until the plump cock was dangling between Mark’s legs just as Mark was pulling his pants up.
“Thank you, Mr. Stanford,” said Janice formally.
“Glad to be of service, Mrs. Silverstein.”
“Wait outside the door, while I talk to my husband, please.” Janice glance over at Moshe. He was sitting on the bed, facing away from them, but rocking slowly. Janice went over and sat beside him. “Honey?”
Moshe looked up and faked a smile. “Good choice for a lover. You’d never develop feelings for a black man.”
“Oh honey,” she sighed guiltily, knowing she was now totally in love with her black gardener. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said, reaching out for his knee.
“It hurt,” he admitted truthfully. “But I understand. You have needs I can’t satisfy.” He sighed. “I found your vibrator years ago.”
“I’ll break it off.”
“Don’t,” he told her. “You looked happy, but I don’t want to ever see it again.”
“Of course,” she replied, realizing how much Moshe’s impotence must have emasculated him. “Let me lead Mark… Mr. Stanford out.” Janice patted her husband on the back and left her bedroom.
Mark was waiting for her in front of the picture of Janice, Janet, and Jane in their bikinis. “Well?” he asked.
“He’s hurt, but he’ll be okay,” she replied, reaching out for his arm.
“Good,” said Mark nodding. “So same time next week?”
“Yes,” said Janice, feeling better. “You’ll talk to your son? I can’t compete with those young women. ”
“Don’t need to, baby. You’re in a class all your own. I’d take you over Donna or Jenny any time. As for Jerome, he won’t like it, but no more movies.” Mark smiled at her.
“Thank you.” Janice looked behind her to make sure Moshe was still in the bedroom. She reached out and hugged Mark tightly to her body, already wanting him again.
Mark looked over her shoulder, staring at Janice, Janet, and Jane in their bikinis.
“He’s looking for new talent anyway.
THE END
Copyright 2020 by Stormbringer
Based on the comic script by Stormbringer and art by Kaoscomics.
Janice bent down to kiss her husband on the cheek. “Bye, have a good day at the office, sweetie,” she told him.
Moshe was a good half foot shorter than his wife which would have bothered a lot of men, but after nearly forty years of marriage, he’d grown used to it. “See you later tonight, Janice,” he said, hefting his briefcase.
“I almost forgot my radio’s dead. Pick me up to D batteries on your way home, Moshe.”
Being shorter than his wife, put Moshe on almost eye level with her breasts for most of their marriage though now her ponderous bosom was hanging lower than they used too. Janice at 58, had kept in remarkable shape through their marriage. Her amazing figure was well displayed in her yoga outfit. Tight gray yoga pants hugged her ass and hips and showed off her shapely legs. Her sleeveless top tightly gripped her breasts, trying to hold them still and stopped at her bare flat belly. “Sure, two double D’s,” he said, chuckling, and underestimating her breast size by two cups, but what did men know?
Janice patted him on the head and waved bye as he backed his car down the driveway. She walked back through the house, grabbed her yoga mat, and exited through the back door into their yard. She unrolled her mat in the grass and began to go through her routine. Immediately, she missed her music. She couldn’t stand headphones and always played her Eastern Zen music through an old boombox. She almost considered skipping her yoga session, but instead, she focused on her breathing and the sounds of the breeze rustling the leaves and nearby sounds of nature entering a Zenlike state until…
“What about the neighbors?”
Janice opened one eye and cocked her ear.
“It’s safe. Janice always plays her music when she’s outside doing her yoga.” It was her neighbor Donna’s voice coming from the other side of the fence.
Janice sat down on her mat, cross-legged, preparing to meditate. She took a deep breath.
“OH GOD! FUCK ME! Give me that big cock.”
Janice opened her eyes. Sounds like Bill and Donna are going at it, she thought. Well, she wasn’t going to be able to meditate with that going on. She rolled over and got on all fours, stretching one leg behind her.
“That’s it stud, make me cum.”
“You like that big cock, slut?” asked Bill in a deeper voice than normal.
Janice pushed down on her arms. Lucky bitch, she thought with a sigh. If I were married to a hunk like Bill, I’d do him every night. Janice had started taking hormone pills and found herself with an increased libido that her husband couldn’t satisfy. She rolled over on her back, lifting her rear end off the mat as high as she could.
“AAHH! CUMMING!”
Damn! Listening to those two go at it is making me horny. Janice felt her nipple pushing into her top. Her panty was growing damp too. Not fair, she thought. Donna’s on her third orgasm already and Moshe hasn’t given me one in forty years. Janice sighed and stood up. She couldn’t concentrate with the sounds of her attractive neighbor’s lovemaking. As she glanced towards their yard, she noticed how close she was to the wood fence separating their yards. There were gaps between the fence. She knew she shouldn’t, but Janice found herself bending over and putting her eye up to one of the gaps. I shouldn’t peek, but…
“I love your BLACK COCK!”
Black? Janice angled her head so that both eyes were staring into her neighbor’s yard. “Oh my god!” she gasped out loud, but there was no way the two fucking in their backyard could hear her.
Donna was bent over embracing a shade tree. Her tits were held firm by one of her skimpy bikini tops. Her panty was missing and the man behind her wasn’t Bill.
“Take that black cock, bitch,” bellowed the son of man that took care of all the lawns on the block.
“UNH! UNH! UNH!” grunted Donna each time the black man buried what was truly a monster of a cock. Janice wished he’d pull It out so that she could see exactly how huge that thigh was. At least a foot long, she guessed. Jerome was all man too. His shirt was off, his musculature that of a heavyweight boxer. He wore a rag tied over his head to keep the sweat off his face. He’d pulled his pants down under his huge cock. “You fill me up so good, baby.” Donna was humping her ass back into the thrusts of Jerome’s black cock.
“Here it cums, slut,” said Jerome, shoving his cock balls deep. Donna screamed again, hugging the tree tighter to keep from collapsing. Janice finally got to see it in all it’s glory when Jerome pulled it out, shooting a wad of semen over Donna’s back before Donna could spin around and kneel, his cock splattering semen across her face before she grabbed the shaft and pulled the still spurting cock down into her mouth. “More than a foot long,” she muttered staring at the swollen monster.
Janice just stared, mouth hanging open in shock. Jerome had pumped most of his load into Donna’s pussy, but just the large strand of ejaculate he’d shot across her back had rivaled a lifetime of Moshe’s orgasms, and Donna still appeared to be gulping semen down her throat, her hand jerking the shaft for every last drop as if she enjoyed the taste of the man’s semen.
“AHEM!”
Janice jumped, sheepishly looking up at the older black man standing over her. She pushed herself to her feet. “Mr. Stanford!” she said. The older black man was older than her, but landscaping kept him in good shape. He was also Jerome’s father. “I forgot it was yard day. I’ll leave you to your work.” Janice’s face flushed as she sidled past him.
Mark Stanford raised an eyebrow and watched Janice Silverstein enter her house before leaning forward and peering through the gap in the wood fencing. He chuckled to himself at the sight of Donna gazing adoringly up at his son Jerome while licking around the head of his cock.
So embarrassed, thought Janice hurrying up her stairs. I can’t believe she’s cheating on Bill. The Millers seemed like such a loving couple, good decent folk. She pulled her top off as she entered her bedroom. Losing their support, her ponderous bosom fell, her hard nipples parallel with her bellybutton. Her thoughts were filled with images of Jerome’s huge penis. She’d never imagined anything like that. She could barely comprehend a man having a penis that big if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes.
Janice bent forward, her breasts dangling like udders as she pulled her yoga pants down, revealing her purple panty. Janice knew one thing after watching her married white neighbor having sex with the black gardener, she was horny. She laid down on the bed, leaning over to retrieve her reliable little pink vibrator. She held the ends in both hands. Its penetrating length was only five and a half inches similar to Moshe when he’d be able to get an erection. “You seem small now old friend,” she told it.
Janice raised her hips and slipped her panty down her legs. She slowly slipped the vibrator inside her. She was soaked and took it easily, flipping it to maximum vibrate, she began working it slowly in and out of her pussy. Usually, she just buried it and squeezed her legs together, but today she was imagining she was getting fucked. Fuck me with your big black cock, she thought, picturing Jerome’s hard muscular body with his giant black cock rearing up between his legs. He spread her legs open, nearly lifting her body off the bed as he pushed the bulbous head of his cock into her pussy. Fuck me, Jerome. I want it all. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. “AAAH!” she squealed. “CUMMING!”
Janice’s hips collapsed on the bed as she caught her breath. “Wow!” she gasped. She’d never cum that quickly or that hard before.
Janice got off her bed and headed to the bathroom. She freshened up, still feeling the afterglow of a good orgasm. She grabbed her pill bottle and emptied two in her palm. What’s gotten into me, she thought, looking down and blaming the hormone pills in her hand. They were making her constantly horny and Moshe hadn’t even had an erection in twenty years. He was twelve years older than she was and had been suffering from limp dick since he was fifty. She hefted her breasts up off her belly, staring at herself. Aside from her big bosom, her body was lean and fit, belly flat, and her bushy pubic mound was still brown with no gray hairs in it. The pills had made them bigger too as well as making her nipples sensitive. Just touching them sent tremors of desire straight to her pussy. A 58 year-old-woman should not be as horny as a teenage girl, but she was.
Janice dressed in slacks and a purple top. She retrieved her dildo and washed it off before carrying it into the den where she sat it beside her computer. “Sorry old friend, but I think it’s time for an upgrade,” she said, searching for a larger dildo. “Should I get a big white dildo or a black one? Decisions… decisions.”
Her search came up with a variety of dildoes with size comparisons, their color growing darker as they got bigger. “Looks like the big ones only come in black,” she said, surprised. “I guess that answers that question.” She looked for one that might compare to Jerome’s mighty weapon and clicked purchase.
**********
Jerome waited beside the Stanford and Son work van in the prison parking lot. The bald muscular black man walked out of the building, taking a whiff of the outside. He looked around and saw Jerome. “Yo J.” He waved.
Jerome walked to greet him. “Deon, my man. Welcome back to society, bro.” He opened his arms and hugged his ex-cellmate. The men pounding each other on the back.
Deon got in the passenger side of the van and Jerome drove off. “Mowing lawns, huh?” asked Deon.
“Yep.” Jerome grinned, glancing over at his friend. “Doesn’t pay much, but there are fringe benefits and I got some plans to make us some cash.”
“I ain’t goin back to jail, bro.”
“This is all on the up and up. Trust me.”
“Anyway bro, I owe you for the job and place to stay.” Deon stared out the window at scenery he hadn’t seen in five years, wondering what the fringe benefits were.
**********
One week later…
Janice stood in the doorway wearing only her blue bathrobe. “Have a good day, sweetie,” she yelled, smiling and waving as Moshe left for work. Her package had arrived and she couldn’t wait to try out her new toy. She’d worn the little pink one out, using it daily, as she impatiently waited for her new one to arrive and wishing she’d chosen expedited shipping.
“Bye dear,” called Moshe.
Just hurry up and go, she thought, disappearing back inside as his car backed down the driveway. Her eyes were filled with anticipation as she opened her package. I can’t wait to try this thing out, she thought. She gasped at the sight of her new black dildo. “Well, hello there, stud,” she said, lifting it and running her fingers over the lifelike ridges and veins. It was big and she doubted, she’d be able to take more than half, but she sure wanted to try.
Janice ran up the stairs, black dildo in hand. She loosened her robe, letting it fall open as she laid down on the bed. Janice spread her legs and brought the head of her dildo up to her pussy and slowly pushed it in, gasping with delight at how much better just the big head was feeling. “Oh my god, this feels amazing,” she said, grabbing the shaft and pushing more inside her. The dildo was filling her up like never before, but her pussy was soaking it, making it easier to glide in and out. Her hand slid down the shaft to the dial on the base and she turned to vibrations on. “OH SHIT! CUMMING ALREADY!” she cried, her hips humping up into the dildo, wanting more of the massive fake cock. She held on to the base as her orgasm was trying to push it out. She pushed it deeper, about three-quarters of the shaft inside her, opening up virgin territory in her pussy. Janice was breathing heavily, she released the shaft and laid back, enjoying the vibrations. Her hands found her nipples, squeezing, and pulling at them. Her nipples were so hard it was like they were trying to pull her breasts out. Her pussy felt so full, so good. Her vaginal muscles were squeezing the shaft, trying to pull it deeper and force it out. Her body wished it were fucking her. She squeezed her nipples hard, feeling her pussy squeezing tightly around the cock. She was going to cum aga…
“AAAHH!” Janice screamed, her hips rising off the bed. “FUUUCK!” Her pussy erupted around the plastic shaft, actually sucking it in an inch deeper before the force of her orgasm shot the black dildo right out of her, followed by a spray of her orgasmic fluids.
Janice collapsed on the bed in a pleasurable daze. She sat up long enough to grab her black dildo. It was soaked. She turned it off and rested it between her breasts, laying back down, fingers caressing down the ridges and veins. Wow! She thought, staring in awe at her new toy. Wow! Two huge orgasms. Never had two with the little white one. Wow! Might have kept going if it hadn’t shot out of my pussy. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship,” she told it, still caressing, the well-detailed lifelike shaft.
Janice pulled her robe around her and finally forced herself out of bed. She sat on the edge, reaching down into her drawer, she pulled out her old friend. The little white dildo she’d had for ten years purchased when her hormone pills started driving her crazy. Never in a million years would she have thought that a nice Jewish girl like her would own a vibrator, let alone trade a little one in for a giant black one. She stood up and tossed it in the wastebasket. “You were a loyal friend,” she told it, holding it over the opening of her trash can. “But I’m sorry, your services are no longer required.” And with that, she let it go.
Janice let her robe fall to the floor and dressed in her yoga pants and workout clothes. Before heading out back to do her workout, she gently rested her black dildo on her pillow. “Blackie, I’ll see you after my workout,” she told it with a wink and blowing a kiss at it. If the second time was a good as the first, she might even consider a third session with it before Moshe got home.
Janice was still thinking about her dildo as she went through her exercises, she even pictured it while meditating. Moshe had not surprisingly forgotten the batteries last week, so she had to focus her mind on something. If the real thing was that good, she could understand why Donna might cheat on Bill. She sat, curling one leg under her while bending her other leg. She entered her zen state, focusing on Blackie, the image in her mind changing from her new dildo to Jerome’s giant cock blasting semen on her neighbor’s face.
“HEY BABY!”
Janice’s head turned towards her fence.
“Jerome, I was just thinking about you.”
Oh my god, he’s back, she thought, her heart began pounding in her chest. Without even thinking about it, she found herself on all fours, crawling towards her fence. I shouldn’t peep, but… well, she wanted to see it again.
“Who’s that?” asked Donna.
“This is my boy, Deon.”
“Jerome, I don’t know about this…”
“Relax baby, you and Deon are gonna be great friends. Show her what you got Deon.”
Janice peeped through the gap, mouth falling open, her eyes opening wide. They were beside the tree again, Donna in her blue bikini. Jerome was on her right side untying her panty. The new guy, Deon was on her left. He was wearing dark shorts, pulled down under an enormous erect black penis. Donna already had one hand on it, stroking along its hardness. Both black men had their shirts off, hard muscular chests glistening with sweat.
“I think I like the fringe benefits,” said Deon, smiling down at Donna’s white hand stroking his black shaft. He was bald, good-looking, and had a great physique. His skin and body were very similar to Jerome’s except for Jerome’s van dyke covering his upper lips and chin. Deon’s cock was every bit as large as Jerome’s. They could have been brothers.
Janice was a little shocked that Donna appeared to be about to take on two enormous black cocks. She certainly wasn’t resisting. Her panty fell to her feet and Jerome started pulling the strings on the top. His hand rested on her shoulder pushing her down.
Nude, Donna fell on her knees. Janice was jealous of her breasts. She had been overweight, but when she started dieting she lost weight everywhere but for her breasts. They were about 32FF and sagged like Janice’s until Bill had paid to have them lifted. Now they were high and proud on her chest. Perfect. She had the kind of fit, but jiggly body men loved. Donna pulled Deon’s cock towards her lips and began slurping around the head.
Donna was sucking Deon’s cock like she enjoyed it. Jerome pulled his pants off and stepped out of them, cock rising as he turned towards Donna. Janice’s lovely neighbor turned her attention on Jerome’s cock sucking it lustfully while Deon slipped his shorts off.
Janice watched as Donna turn her attention from one black man to the next. She sucked nearly two-thirds of Deon’s cock down her throat, before turning and doing the same to Jerome. Her free hand rapidly jerking off Deon’s cock while she sucked Jerome. Donna released Jerome and turned her head back to Deon’s swollen cock. It suddenly without warning exploded cum all over Donna’s face. She released the shaft momentarily to wipe seed from her eyes. His cock bounced wildly, spraying semen from her tits to her hair, before she grabbed it again and pulled him down to her mouth, sucking out the rest of his seed.
“Sorry, it’s been five years since a woman sucked me off,” apologized Deon, somewhat shamefacedly.
You’ve got nothing to apologize for, thought Janice watching Jerome kneel. Donna fell over on all fours, never letting his cock leave her mouth. As for Deon, his cock was still sticking straight out, at least a foot from his pubes. He grabbed his shaft which grew another inch as he stroked it while kneeling behind Donna and lining his cock up with her pussy. Janice hadn’t believed a man could recover that fast. Even on her two-week honeymoon, Moshe usually needed a day to recharge. By the second week, it was every other day. As soon as they got settled into married life, sex was once a week, for five years, then once a month for another five before dropping off to special occasions for ten years and then twenty years of limp dick. It wasn’t his fault as heart meds slowed his blood flow, but even penis pills like Hard-On didn’t affect it. Moshe had a choice of either limp dick or a heart attack.
Fwap! Fwap! Fwap!
Janice was so close to the action; she could hear the noise coming from Deon’s rapid rhythmic fucking Donna’s very wet pussy. She could hear slurping noises coming from Donna’s mouth. The Silversteins were nearly orthodox Jews and Janice had never laid eyes on pornography before. She’d never even conceived of a woman taking two men at once. She couldn’t believe Deon was lasting so long at the pace he was ramming his black cock in and out of Donna’s pussy. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
And then it got interesting.
“What have we here?” Donna’s friend had just walked around the house into the back yard. Janice had met her before. Jenny, if she remembered correctly. Jenny had one hand on her hips, frowning down at the threesome through her glasses.
Ha! Slut just got caught, thought Janice, wondering where this was going. It was like she had her own soap opera next door. And then Jenny let her skirt drop down her legs.
“Don’t be selfish, Donna,” said Jenny, standing there in just her pink panty.
What the hell? Janice watched Jenny lean over and slide her panty down. She had another envious body, breasts as large as Donna’s, youthful and firm. Deon bellowed, pulling Donna’s hips back into his cock. She gagged around Jerome’s cock, cumming hard as Deon seeded her pussy. Jenny kneeled opposite Donna, opening her mouth. Deon took the hint, pulling his spurting cock out of Donna and shooting a blast of semen across her back. He turned and Jenny took the end of his cock in her mouth, gulping his sperm down.
Apparently, the blow job wasn’t doing it for Jerome. He pulled out and laid on his back. Donna guided him into her pussy and started riding him, moaning and cumming almost immediately. Deon looked spent, his huge cock finally hanging down, still drizzling sperm. Jenny straddled Jerome’s face and planted her pussy down on his mouth. She quickly started gasping, leaning forward, and making out with her friend Donna who reached out tugging Jenny’s nipples. Playing with her nipples and Jerome’s tongue soon had Jenny cumming all over Jerome’s mouth.
Janice reached down underneath her, feeling between her legs. The crotch of her yoga pants was soaked. She started pushing her finger inside as she watched the action. She was horny and ready for Blackie again, but couldn’t take her eyes off the action.
Jerome was finally cumming, Donna was sitting in his lap, softly whimpering. Deon’s cock had gotten rock hard for the third time. He was standing near Jenny getting his cock sucked while she still humped Jerome’s tongue. Eventually, he grabbed her arm and pulled her off Jerome. Soon Jenny was bouncing in his lap, cumming hard over his black cock, Jerome standing and feeding his limp cock to Jenny. A minute later, she was sucking his hard cock. Donna kneeled nearby waiting for someone to pay attention to her.
Jenny collapsed on Deon’s hard chest. “No more. I can’t take it anymore.”
Deon let her get up, telling her, “Go kneel by yo friend.”
The two men stood in front of the women, jerking off their shafts while the girls slurped on the ends of their cocks.
“AHEM! Need help, Mrs. Silverstein?”
Janice froze, slowing sliding her finger down underneath her and praying Mr. Stanford hadn’t seen what she was doing even as he’d approached her from behind and had a perfect view. “Shit!” she said, pushing herself up. “Mr. Stanford? No thanks. I lost a contact… No, I mean I thought I heard something. Uh, wait, my contacts are inside. I’ll just leave you to your work.” Janice slipped inside her house. She’d never been more embarrassed in her life.
Stanford bent down and peeked through the fence. Heh! Heh! Heh! He chuckled, watching Jerome’s and Deon baptizing the two women with their cum. Donna and Jenny had their tongues out, faces dripping with black seed.
Janice hadn’t even managed to undress. She was sitting on her bed, top pulled above her breasts and yoga pants down around her legs. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” she cried working Blackie in and out of her needy pussy. She turned the vibrations up, falling back on the bed, raising her legs, she pulled Blackie into her pussy, taking the entire thing for the first time. “YYEEESSS!” she screamed, her pussy exploding around the dildo. Her orgasm was even larger than last time, it’s explosive force trying to shoot the dildo out again, but she held it buried deep, her orgasm seeming to last forever. Eventually, it got so intense, Janice yanked the dildo out of her pussy to make it stop. She collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath and staring at the ceiling until she recovered enough to sit up.
Janice made her way to the shower. What’s gotten into me? She wondered, lathering soap over her breasts and gasping as her nipples were still hard and sensitive. I know what HASN’T gotten into me, a real live penis in twenty years.
Janice stepped out of the shower, drying her well-developed body off and wrapping a towel around her hair and torso. She’d never felt this satisfied in her life. Her body was tingling, her nipples still ached wanting to be touched, and her vaginal muscles were spasming inwards and out, acting like it wanted more of her new dildo. She was also ravenously thirsty.
Janice had made some fresh lemonade. She hurried downstairs and retrieved the pitcher from her refrigerator. She sat down and poured herself a glass, sighing as her thirst was finally quenched. She listened to the sound of Mr. Stanford mowing the lawn, glancing up as he passed by her window. He passed in the other direction and she could see sweat pouring down his face. Poor man looks hot,” she thought.
Janice lost her towel and retrieved her blue robe, tightening the belt around her waist. She opened the sliding glass door, holding the pitcher of lemonade up. “Would you like some lemonade, Mr. Stanford?” she yelled.
He stopped the mower. “That would be wonderful,” he replied, wiping his arm across his forehead.
“Come in and get out of the heat.” Janice stepped back into her house and went to get Mr. Stanford a glass.
When Janice stepped back into the room, Mr. Stanford was standing over her record collection, flipping through them, occasionally pulling one out and whistling. “You’re into jazz and the blues?” said Stanford. “I’ve seen many of these live.”
“So have I. My *** owned a jazz club.”
Stanford sat down at her counter and took a sip of lemonade. “Delicious, Mrs. Silverstein.”
“Call me Janice,” she replied, smiling.
“Mark.”
They chatted amicably for a few minutes and Janice found herself warming up to Mark quickly. It turned out that Mark had frequented her father’s jazz club several times. Talking with Mark reminded her of how much she missed hanging out with friends. Mark quickly drained his glass, but she wasn’t ready to stop talking with him. “Refill?” she asked, holding the pitcher up.
Mark held his glass up. “Yes, pl… AAAAAAHHH!” Mark jumped up as the lid of the container slid off and a wave of lemonade poured straight into his lap.
“Oh, god! So sorry,” squealed Janice looking in horror at the mess she’d made. She grabbed a roll of paper towels and started wiping up. Mark was soaked, both his pants and shirt were wet. “Sorry Mark, you can use my shower to wash up.”
Mark stood and followed Janice up the stairs. “Really Mrs. Silverstein, I’m fine just hosing off outside.” His eyes glanced admiringly at a picture of three bikini-clad beauties on the wall. The women were all quite stunning with large chests, resembling three stages of Janice Silverstein. Janice was on the left, a woman in her thirties was in the middle, her breasts were huge and starting to fall. The last woman looked late teens, wore a tiny blue bikini, that held her DD chest high and tight. He couldn’t help glancing admiringly at the three women.
“Nonsense. Use my shower and I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer. I insist.” Noticing his attention, she paused. “My ******** Janet and granddaughter Jane.”
“Three beautiful women,” said Mark, noticing a slight blush forming on Janice’s cheeks at the compliment. He followed her to the bathroom. Mark stripped in the shower, handing Janice his wet clothes through a gap in the door. Lastly, he pulled his underwear off and handed that through. Janice crinkled her nose at the sight of his underwear. Yuck, she thought looking at the yellow stains. “I’ll rinse these off and throw them in the dryer.” She pulled the door shut and headed back downstairs to rinse his clothes off in the sink.
Mark lathered up his body, enjoying the shower. His mind wandered to the three hot women in bikinis in Janice’s picture, to Mrs. Silverstein clad in her short robe, showing off her impressive cleavage, and lastly, Janice down on all fours, fingering herself while peering through the fence at his son. His hand found his cock and started stroking it as it swelled rapidly.
“That felt good,” said Mark coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, a tube-shaped bulge tenting out the cloth.
Janice was waiting for him in the bedroom. “Your clothes should be dry in about forty minutes,” she told him. Secretly, she was thrilled to have him another forty minutes and wanted to continue their conversation. “Let’s go back downsta…” Janice looked down at Mark’s hand pulling the belt on her robe. He’d sat down on her bed. “MR. STANFORD?”
“Just unwrapping my present,” he replied, pulling the belt until her robe almost fell open.
Janice yanked the belt out of his grasp, stepping back. “Get out! NOW!” She pointed towards the stairs.
Mark stood, holding his hands up for peace. “You want some black meat, woman. Quit pretending.”
Janice was mortified that he believed she was the kind of woman that would cheat on her husband. She held her hand to her chest indignantly. “I’m a married wom…” Her eyes followed Mark’s hand down as he ripped off the towel around his waist. “OH MY GOD!” Her eyes stared in awe at the large black cock sticking out in front of him. He’s huge, she thought.
“Is this what you want?” asked Mark, shaking his cock. It was a hard twelve inches of black dick.
“No,” she replied, forcing her eyes away from his huge phallus, even as her body started responding to the sight of it. “Cover it up, please.”
“Come, Mrs. Silverstein, you watched my son fuck Donna, you spilled the lemonade on purpose, and you left you black dildo out for me to find.”
Her cheeks flushed red, as she glanced at Blackie sitting up on the pillow waiting for her. “No, I forgot it was there.” She felt her embarrassment turning to anger. This was her fault but still felt like an invasion of her privacy. “I don’t care if they are still wet, I’m getting your clothes.” Janice spun around angrily, her loose robe billowing out and catching on the bedpost as she stormed off. Janice nearly walked right out of the loose robe, it pulled off her shoulders and caught her arms. “EEK!” she squealed looking down in horror. She was wearing underwear, but barely. Her purple panty was skimpy enough, but her top was only a shelf bra holding her breasts high but leaving them bare.
“Dayumn!”
Janice turned, facing Mark Stanford, trying to pull the robe back up even as Mark grabbed her back and planted his lips over one of her engorged nipples. “OOOH GOD!” She stared down at Mark’s gray hair, feeling his tongue expertly twirling around her hard nipple. His hand found her other breast, pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipple in just the right way to turn her on. Janice started to melt. “Y…YYEESS!!” she moaned. Janet’s thighs grew damper and damper until she was gushing with lust. Mark’s hand slid down to her ass, squeezing it, he raised his head and pulled her into him, their lips mashing together, his tongue pushing into her mouth and her tongue fighting back until they were dueling. It was the first truly passionate kiss Janice had experienced in thirty-some years. Her hand found his hard cock, caressing the underside on his black shaft. Its length was longer than several of her hands and its girth was even greater than the dildo resting on the pillow.
Mark broke the kiss. He moved his hand to her head and pulled her down, her lips approaching the head of his rearing cock. “Now suck that black cock,” he ordered.
Janice looked up at him. “I don’t even do that for my husband.”
He pushed her back so that she sat heavily on her marital bed. “Fine, we’ll just fuck then. But if you ever want this cock again, you’re going to learn to suck it.”
“This will be the only time,” said Janice, sliding back on the bed.
Mark smirked. “Whatever you say, baby.” He climbed on the bed, kneeling between her legs. “You guide it in.” He pulled the wet crotch of her panty aside.
Janice gulped, staring down her body at the rampant black cock. She reached down, shuddering as her hand wrapped around the shaft. Janice pulled it down, placing the head against the entrance to her pussy. “MMMMYESSS!” she moaned as the bulbous head spread her open, slowly pushing inside. She released his cock and took over holding her panty open while Mark grabbed her knees and began working his cock in and out, slowly driving it deeper.
Mark fell over her, holding himself up by his arms. He grinned, still working his cock deeper. “How long has it been since you had a real man in your pussy?” he asked, his cock pushed past the halfway mark.
Janice was grabbing his arms, focusing on the sensations. His cock was better than the dildo, hot and throbbing with life. “Moshe hasn’t had an erection in twenty years,” she gasped out, her hips were starting to rise into his thrusts.
“I said, a real man. Little white pencil dicks don’t count.” His cock was making a squishing sound every time he pushed it deep.
“You’re my first then.”
Mark sank his cock into her, watching her tremble. He sat back and cupped his arms under her knees, raising her pussy up in line with his cock. “Now we fuck,” he grunted, pistoning his hips.
So big, she thought. So deep. Janice’s fists clenched the sheets tight. I’m gonna cum. Finally, a real live cock is making me cum. “AAAHHHH!” Her pussy went crazy around his cock. Her head thrashed on the pillow bumping into her dildo. She’d never had an orgasm with a man before and it was the most rewarding of her life. Mark lifted her higher, fucking her faster. He showed no sign of slowing down or of having his own orgasm. “OHMYGOD! I’m having anot… AAAAAAHHHH!”
“Damn woman, them’s some explosive orgasms,” grunted Mark. He chuckled, buried his cock, and held it inside her until her trembling ceased. He slowly removed his soaked cock and let her fall back on the mattress. “You get on top.”
Janice sat up and straddled Mark as he lay prone. She raised herself and guided his cock back to her pussy. “Your cock’s amazing, Mark.” She sank over the head and down the shaft. “AH! AH! AH! AAAAHHHH!!!” Janice sat in his lap, her body wracked by little earthquakes as she came again. He grabbed her breast and pulled her down, clamping his lips around a nipple. “I love it Mark. I can’t stop… CCUUMMIINNGG!” Janice threw her head back, grinding her crotch into Mark’s cock.
Mark laid back, patting her ass. “Get on all fours.”
Janice moaned, sliding up his body, whimpering when his cock finally fell out. She moved over, lowering her head to the pillow while keeping her ass raised. Mark moved back, kneeling between his legs. He pulled her panty out of the way, his cock resting on the crack of her ass. “More please?” she whimpered. “Fuck me more please?” He pushed his cock down and pushed it back inside. “Make me cum again.”
Mark pulled her panty further aside, hearing it start to rip as he ******* her tight little rosebud. Janice’s head was turned and she didn’t see him reaching down for her dildo. He worked his cock slowly in and out, aiming the dildo down and resting it on her rectum.
Janice’s eyes flew open when she felt the pressure on her anus. She gripped the sheets tighter as the head of her dildo pushed her anus inwards until it opened up around the hard plastic. These black men were deviants, demanding oral sex, forcing a woman to take two cocks at once, and now shoving a dildo into her ass. He was working both his cock and the dildo deeper. Janice had never felt so full. And then, Mark switched the vibrator on. “YYEESS!” she screamed so loudly, Donna might have heard it. “CUMMING! So good.” Mark’s cock felt bigger and harder. He shoved it deep, his cock jerking. A strong stream of semen bombarding her womb. “STILL CUMMING!” Janice humped her ass back into his cock, each jet of semen prolonging her orgasm. “CAN’T STOP CUMMING!” He worked his cock around slowly withdrawing it. “STILL CUMMING!” She didn’t stop cumming until his cock had finished squirting inside her. Mark spanked her ass and slowly pulled his spent cock out, leaving the dildo inside her, still vibrating. “Sooo good,” she moaned. It took her a while to gather the strength to reach back and pull it out of her ass.
Janice slipped off the bed and cleaned herself up in the bathroom. She tossed her stretched out panty in the trashcan. She came out to Mark, sitting back on her marital bed, smiling at her. Janice sheepishly smiled back, bending over, she grabbed her robe, but the belt had come off and she couldn’t tie it closed. Mark climbed off the bed. He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms giving her another passionate kiss. “Thanks for a great afternoon.”
“Thank you,” she said, blushing and suddenly feeling like a teenage girl. “I… didn’t know sex could be that good.”
“Can you get my clothes?”
The naked black man followed her downstairs, limp cock flopping from thigh to thigh. Janice led him to the laundry. The dryer had long finished. She opened it and removed his clothes. Janice watched as Mr. Stanford dressed. He was leaner than his over-muscled son, but his body was all muscle. Great shape for a man his age.
Mark kissed her again, raising her robe so that he could squeeze her ass cheeks. Janice’s heart rate increased as did her breathing. “Mmm,” she sighed when he broke the kiss. She followed him to the sliding glass door, standing outside with her robe hanging open, her tits and bush displayed to the world. “Are your clothes dry?” she asked, wanting him to stay just a little longer.
“They’re fine,” he answered, turning to look at her. His eyes swept down her body and Janice found herself arching her back to thrust her breasts out for his admiring gaze. “You sure this was just a one-time thing?” he asked.
Janice didn’t answer. She stared back at him. Mark started to turn away without an answer. Janice found herself squatting down, her hands fumbling to open his pants. His cock was swelling again by the time she fished it out. She guided the head to her mouth, looking up at him as she took the head in her mouth. This was her answer. This isn’t so bad, she thought, sucking the tip of his cock. I’ll just stop before he cums in my mouth. She swallowed it deeper, focusing on the task. Mmmm, this is kind of nice, she thought. She entered a Zenlike state. There was nothing but cock. Mark’s big black cock was the most important thing in the world and it was her purpose to make him cum again. She was privileged to be able to suck a cock like his. She moaned around his cock when he reached down and pinched her nipple.
**********
Deon was in heaven. He stood nude, a stacked white woman in each arm. Each had a hand on his cock, trying to get it hard again.
Jerome was dressed. “I’m gonna check on ***,” he said. “His mower quit an hour ago.”
“I’ll keep da ladies company. I gots one or two left in me,” said Deon. One of the women squealed as his cock turned hard again. “Yo who da fuck is that?”
Jerome turned. “Relax bro. That’s Donna’s husband.” Bill was coming out into the backyard, used to seeing his wife fucking either Jerome or Mark, but not expecting a new guy. He raised his video camera. “He gonna film the action so we can put it on the net and earn some extra cash.”
“Alright,” said Deon, grabbing Jenn’s head as she’d kneeled and started sucking his hard cock. Bill was already raising the camera. “Fringe benefits,” moaned Deon.
Jerome grinned and headed to the door in the fence of the Silverstein’s yard. He pushed it open and froze. Janice Silverstein was squatting in her doorway vigorously sucking his pop’s old black cock. Jerome pulled his phone out and started filming the blow job. You go old man, he thought. Mrs. Silverstein must be a little more experienced then he would have assumed. She was sucking his pop’s cock like an old pro.
**********
Janice pulled back. She stared worshipfully at Mark’s cock, watching her hand stroking his shaft. “Thanks for letting me suck you,” she told him sincerely while kneading his balls with her other hand. The testicles matched the cock, huge and swollen.
“Baby, you is a natural,” replied Mark, stroking her hair. He placed both hands on her head and guided her lips back to his cock. He started guiding her, gripping her hair and making her suck faster, taking control of the blow job just like a real man would. Janice moaned lustfully around his cock.
“Gonna blow,” grunted Mark.
Janice jerked with alarm. His hands gripped her tighter, still fucking her mouth. Oh no! I can’t pull back. Mark’s cock shuddered. Hot seed poured down Janice’s throat, then struck her uvula, and then her mouth filled with semen. YECH! She thought before her taste buds began registering his seed. No wait, it’s good! Janice started gulping his cum down, loving it, and wanting more. He was cumming faster then she could gulp and she found herself gagging. Mark pulled his cock free, sperm splattering on her face, followed by another wad, and another wad until her face was covered in a white pudding thick coating of cum. Janice held her eyes tightly shut, totally blinded.
Mark grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her to her feet, dragging her back into the house. “Hold on Mark, I can’t see,” she complained. He spun her around, grabbing her hips, the head of his hard cock pushing against her pussy. He pulled her into his lap as he sat down in Moshe’s favorite chair. “How can you be hard again?” she asked. Not only hard, but Mark’s cock felt bigger, stretching her out more than it had earlier. His hands were on her waist guiding her up and down his cock while she wiped the semen from her eyes, finally opening them. The face grinning at her under his do-rag wasn’t Mark. “Jerome!” she squealed in shock. “Mark?” she asked, turning her head.
Mark was standing behind her, pulling his shirt off, his cock still hanging out. “I share everything with my son,” said Mark.
“Come on and work that pussy, Mrs. Silverstein,” said Jerome.
Despite her surprise, his cock felt wonderful and Janice started bouncing in his lap. Sucking his *** off had made her horny and she was ready for another good fucking. Jerome’s cock was pushing deeper and stretching her out even more than his father’s amazing cock. He felt amazing and she started riding him harder, throwing her shoulders back so that he could yank her robe off, leaving her in only her shelf-bra and little purple socks. “GAWD! I’M CUMMING!” Janice tried to ride through the big orgasm but ended up sinking on Jerome’s cock and collapsing on his chest.
“Damn ***,” said Jerome. “This slut has some powerful ass orgasms.”
Mark was moving behind Janice, stroking his cock hard again. “That’s Mrs. Silverstein boy. Show the lady some respect.”
Jerome snorted. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading her open as his *** pressed his cock head against Mrs. Silverstein’s anus. Mark pushed his head through her sphincter.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!” screamed Janice, coming back to life and rearing up as Mark pushed half his cock into her ass. Mark reached around, squeezing her hard nipples, and triggering another orgasm. She turned her head kissing him. So good. So good. So good, she thought. Janice turned around bending down to kiss Jerome, but he just crinkled his nose and pushed her away, her face still covered in his ***’s semen.
“Some other time, Mrs. Silverstein,” he said.
“No Jerome, you were right,” she told him. “I’m a slut.” She’d figured a rhythm, thrusting her crotch forwards before raising her ass into Mark’s cock, working both their cocks as hard as she could. “I’m as big a slut as Donna and her slut friend. Your big black cocks have turned me into a slut.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about, slut,” said Jerome, spanking her thigh.
Janice whimpered and cried through several more orgasms. She was hooked and would be wanting more black cock as much as possible. Jerome grabbed her hips and pulled her down, holding her still, his cock jerking in her pussy, sending its first blasts of sperm deep in her womb. Mark pushed deep in her ass, his cock twitching slightly, held tight by her sphincter muscles, his cum shooting deep into her bowels. “YES! I LOVE IT!” cried Janice, feeling both cocks ejaculating inside her. She came again, her ass tightly squeezing down over Mark’s cock while her vaginal muscles worked along Jerome’s shaft, trying to milk it for every drop of his seed.
Mark pulled his cock out, wrapping his arms around Janice’s limp body, he pulled her up and off Jerome, gently laying her down after Jerome pulled himself off the chair. Both men started dressing. Janice lay sprawled on the chair, eyes half-closed, smiling. “Same time next week Janice?” asked Mark.
“Yeeeessss Maaaarkkk!” she sighed, stretching.
“I’ll be in touch too,” said Jerome. He pulled his phone out and snapped some pictures of Janice laying there with semen pouring from her pussy and anus. “I got plans for you.”
Epilogue
Jenny and Donna embraced on the bed. They were nude, but Jenny wore her glasses and sheer blue stockings rising to her thighs. Donna wore dark calf-high stockings. Their breasts pressed together; their legs entangled as they stared in each other’s eyes. “I love you, Mrs. White,” said Donna.
“And I love you, Mrs. White,” answered Jenny. She pulled Donna tighter, kissing her passionately.
They disentangled. Jenn climbed on top Donna, kissing her breasts and down her body. Donna spread her legs as Jenny started lapping her tongue along her pussy lips. Eventually, Jenny turned around, straddling Donna and pushing her pussy back into Donna’s mouth while she returned her tongue to Donna’s pussy and clit. “I have a big surprise for my wife,” said Jenny, raising her head.
Donna was wiggling her tongue into Jenn’s pussy. “What might that be?” she asked.
“Close your eyes,” said Jenny dismounting. She reached down, pulling out her new toy. Donna sat up, eyes closed, waiting for her surprise. “You can open them now.”
“WHOA!” cried Donna in surprise. Jenny had pulled on a strap on dildo. A foot-long plastic black cock stuck out from her crotch. It was the same dildo as Janice’s with a strap on attachment. “Where’d ya get that thing and why black?”
“The big ones only come in black,” explained Jenny, pushing down on the head. She twisted it slightly and the cock started vibrating violently.
“If there were men that big, I wouldn’t be a lesbian,” said Donna, staring lustfully and Jenny’s fake cock. Donna laid back on the bed as Jenny kneeled between her legs, bending the dildo down to the entrance to Donna’s pussy. “I don’t know about this.”
“You’re gonna love it,” said Jenny. “Trust me, I’ve already tried it out.”
“It’s so big!” Donna gasped as it pushed inside her. “OHMYGOD!” Donna raised her hips into the cock as Jenny thrust it in and out. “You’re right. I love it. Gonna cum. AAAHHH!!!”
Jenny pulled the dildo out, the plastic rising above Donna’s crotch. Donna’s fluids dripped off the shaft. “You’re soaked! Should I be jealous?”
SLAM!
The women jumped as the door burst open and two masked black men entered the room. Both had open-eyed ski masks on, sweat pants, and sleeveless tee shirts, showing off arms rippling with muscles. “Well what do have we here?” grunted one man.
“A couple of lesbos in need of real men.”
“EEEK! THEIVES!” cried both women.
One black man pulled his shirt off over his head. His chest was wide and rippled with muscles. He bent and slid his loose-fitting sweat pants down as did the second man. Neither wore underwear and both had rising massive black cocks.
“Get out, NOW!” screamed Jenny, pointing at the door.
Donna was staring in awe at their crotches. “Look at their cocks, Jenny. They’re as big as the dildo!”
The first man grabbed Donna’s legs and spread them open, aiming his cock between her legs. “Fuck me with that big black cock,” begged Donna.
“NO!” cried Jenny, sitting up. She reached out, wrapping both hands around the man’s huge cock and pulling the head away from Donna’s pussy. “Don’t give in Donna, fight it.”
“Take care of that bitch,” grunted the man trying to fuck Donna. The second man pulled Jenny away and the first finally pushed his cock inside Donna. “Imma gonna turn you out for the black man, slut,” he grunted.
“Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock,” squealed Donna.
“Donna, fight it,” cried Jenny. “Don’t give… OOOHHH MMMYYY!” The second man pushed his cock into her from behind.
The first man flipped Donna over so that she was now in control. Donna rode his cock like a madwoman. “I’m still a dyke, but I love their big cocks,” cried Donna.
“Me too. Black men fuck so good,” cried Jenny. She was kneeling on the bed, getting fucked from behind. The black dildo still stuck out from her crotch, vibrating rapidly.
Janice straightened her blouse and pulled her skirt down, taking a deep breath. She smiled and walked through the doorway. She froze, staring in shock at the sight of the two women being fucked by two masked men on the bed.
“MOM! Get out of here,” cried one girl.
“I got the old broad, boys,” cried a third masked black man, grabbing Janice from behind. He was older, white eyebrows visible through the eye slit. He was also fit and leaner than the two muscle men on the bed. One hand grabbed Janice’s blouse, ripping it open. Buttons flew off and her heavy tits fell out, bare and held proud by another shelf bra. His other hand was already pulling her skirt up.
“What the HELL!” squealed Janice looking back at her assailant. “AAAAAAHHH! She screamed, realizing she was being stripped. He guided her to the bed, the three women now laying along the width of the bed, each on their back, getting fucked by three black men.
Jerome signaled Bill. Donna’s husband moved in, zooming the camera in as Jerome pulled his cock out, spewing cum all over Donna’s face. “Oooh, so much cum,” squealed Donna, jerking his shaft.
Bill filmed it until Jerome quit shooting sperm and Donna bent his cock head down so that her tongue could lick around the head. He turned the camera on Jenny. She was kneeling, head back tongue out, while holding her breasts up. Deon jerked his cock rapidly, blasting sperm all over Jenny’s tits and face. “I want every last drop,” begged Jenny.
Bill moved down to the foot of the bed. His neighbor Mrs. Silverstein was on her back, blouse ripped open, her skirt pulled off. He zoomed in on Mark’s cock rapidly plowing her pussy. Bill had caught himself staring at her figure especially her huge tits several times, but he’d never thought of his fifty-something neighbor as a sexual being before. Now, he had to admit, she looked stunning being fucked by Mark Stanford’s big cock. Mark pulled out, stroking his cock, strands of sperm striking from Janice’s face to her navel. “It’s raining sperm,” said Janice.
“Let’s see,” said Jerome, his mask was pulled up his head and his dangling cock was still dripping. Bill showed him a brief playback. “Great camera work, Bill,” said Jerome, pleased with what he saw on film. Bill had other cameras set up around the room. It would take some work, but he could splice them into a pretty good movie.
“Thanks,” said Bill, equally pleased with his work. He’d grown used to seeing his wife black fucked and had even come to enjoy it.
Donna and Jenny wiped the sperm off the faces with towels. Jenny still had the vibrating dildo sticking out between her legs. Deon had also pulled his mask on his head. He was staring at Mrs. Silverstein, wiping herself down. Damn, they were some big ass white titties. His cock, lifted rising as he watched. Finally, he stood and walked over to her. “I ain’t had you yet,” he said. Janice looked up at him, then down at his rampant black cock. “Lay down,” ordered Deon.
Jerome patted Bill on the back, pushing him towards Deon and Janice. Bill raised the camera and started filming again.
Janice raised her legs to Deon’s shoulders, his huge young cock pushing deep, fucking her hard and fast. OH GOD! He’s got me cumming already, she thought, her hips humping up into his cock as she came.
“Jenny, get over here,” grunted Deon.
“Yeah,” said Jenny.
“Fuck my ass.”
Jenny hesitated a moment, before climbing on the bed behind Deon. She bent the dildo down, pressing it into Deon’s anus. She pushed forwards, the head pushing into Deon’s ass.
“UNH!” grunted Deon, burying his cock balls deep in Janice’s pussy. “Shove it deep.”
“AAAAAHHH!” cried Janice, feeling Deon’s cock head probing her womb. She trembled cumming beneath him. She looked up, his eyes were close, jaws clenched enjoying having the vibrating dildo in his ass.
“FFUUCCKK!” grunted Mark. “CUMMING!”
Janice had barely come down for her last orgasm when she felt a voluminous blast of sperm filling her womb. Her pussy clamped down hard around the erupting cock, having another one of her explosive orgasms. Deon grunted, again and again, each time sending more sperm then either Jerome or Mark’s large wads. Having his prostrate massaged was apparently enhancing the intensity of his orgasm. Janice trembled around the spurting cock until it finally quit jerking in her pussy.
Jenny slowly withdrew the dildo from Deon’s ass and Deon rolled off her. Janice climbed to her feet, still out of breath. She excused herself to clean up in Donna’s bathroom. When she returned, the group was gathered around in various stages of dress. Mark had his shirt on, but no pants. Jerome was bare-chested, sweat pants back on. Deon and Jenny were still nude, talking as Jenny unstrapped the dildo from her crotch. “I learned to like it in prison,” Deon explained, somewhat embarrassed.
Donna was holding a towel over her front. “Let me see?” she asked her husband. Bill held the camera’s viewscreen up and she seemed delighted by what she saw. “Oooh, I look good.”
“That’s a wrap people,” said Jerome. “Good work.”
Janice pulled her skirt up and held her ripped blouse closed around her chest. “Walk me home, Mark?”
“Sure baby, just lemme get dressed.” Mark grabbed his pants and pulled them up over his crotch.
Janice continued holding her top closed as they walked into Donna’s backyard. Mark unexpectedly held his hand out. She looked at it before reaching out and taking it. They held hands walking towards the Silverstein’s house. She and Moshe rarely showed affection and she found she liked holding hands with Mark. They’d grown closer over the last few weeks. He often stopped by for lunch and a quick fuck. She found she almost enjoyed his company as much as she enjoyed the great sex. “I hated it, Mark,” she finally told him. “I don’t want to make adult movies.”
He squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Me neither. I’ll tell Jerome we’re out.” They approached her back door. “My boy will never understand, but I like hard work. I like taking care of yards.”
Janice released her top when they entered her house, breasts proudly displayed before Mark’s eyes. They paused before the picture of Janice, her ********, and granddaughter in bikinis they’d taken on a ****** cruise to Cozumel. “It made me feel dirty.” She reached out, grabbing the hem of his sweat pants and pulling it out. “Come make me feel better.”
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately again, kissing her like a man should kiss a woman he desired. He reached up squeezing one of her bared nipples while her hand reached into his pants pulling his hardening cock out.
They made their way to Janice’s marital bed. Mark sitting down while Janice began slurping on his cock while pulling her blouse off unhooking her shelf-bra. She wanted to taste his seed again, but she wanted him inside her even more. She deep-throated him, sucking up and down, before letting his cock slip out of her mouth. “Please, fuck me.”
Mark pulled her up, gently laying her on the bed. He kneeled between her legs, guiding his cock down to her pussy and pushing it inside. “Not today,” he said, holding himself over her, working his cock deeper. He lowered himself over her, reaching under and grabbing her ass, pulling her crotch up into his thrusting cock.
Janice moaned, wrapping her arm around his neck, their lips pressed together, mouths opening so their tongue could duel. His ass raised and lowered slowly, her crotch rising into his thrusts. They both moaned into each other’s lips, enjoying the closeness. No, he wasn’t fucking her. They were making love. He was giving her what she wanted. She no longer felt dirty having just filmed a porno, she felt wanted, desired… loved. Janice’s heart melted at that moment just as her orgasm rocked her body. I’m cumming so hard for him, she cried softly breaking their kiss. It was her largest yet. Her usually explosive orgasms focused inwards this time, pulling his cock balls deep and gripping it as she came all around the shaft.
Mark let her come down from her orgasmic high before grabbing her and rolling over on his back. Mark lifted her heavy breasts so that he could suck her nipples while she slowly rode him enjoying every inch, every thrust of his cock. “AAAAHHH!” she cried, her orgasm beating his.
“Here it cums,” growled Mark before sucking not just her nipple, but the entire tip of her breast into his mouth.
“YYYEEESSS!” she screamed, rearing up and sitting hard on his spurting cock. Having her black lover seed her had her crying out in an even bigger orgasm than last time. Her orgasm lasted with each spurt of his cock. It rocked her body with more pleasure then she’d ever felt before, ruined only by the sight of her husband staring at her from the doorway. “OH NO! MOSHE!” she cried, even as her crotch was still humping the base of Mark’s cock trying to keep her orgasm going on forever. Moshe just stared at her in shock, eyes wide. He was in his business suit, yarmulke on his head. His briefcase hit the floor as he dropped it.
Moshe sighed, shoulders sagging, a sorrowful expression crossing his face. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said sadly. He stood there staring as Janice sprang off Mark, grabbing her blue robe. His eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock when his gaze fell on Mark’s black cock. It was still at its extreme swelling from having just orgasmed. Moshe stared at it as Mark got off the bed. Janice’s old Jewish husband watched as the foot-long black cock went from sticking straight out, slowly lowering until the plump cock was dangling between Mark’s legs just as Mark was pulling his pants up.
“Thank you, Mr. Stanford,” said Janice formally.
“Glad to be of service, Mrs. Silverstein.”
“Wait outside the door, while I talk to my husband, please.” Janice glance over at Moshe. He was sitting on the bed, facing away from them, but rocking slowly. Janice went over and sat beside him. “Honey?”
Moshe looked up and faked a smile. “Good choice for a lover. You’d never develop feelings for a black man.”
“Oh honey,” she sighed guiltily, knowing she was now totally in love with her black gardener. “I’m so sorry, honey,” she said, reaching out for his knee.
“It hurt,” he admitted truthfully. “But I understand. You have needs I can’t satisfy.” He sighed. “I found your vibrator years ago.”
“I’ll break it off.”
“Don’t,” he told her. “You looked happy, but I don’t want to ever see it again.”
“Of course,” she replied, realizing how much Moshe’s impotence must have emasculated him. “Let me lead Mark… Mr. Stanford out.” Janice patted her husband on the back and left her bedroom.
Mark was waiting for her in front of the picture of Janice, Janet, and Jane in their bikinis. “Well?” he asked.
“He’s hurt, but he’ll be okay,” she replied, reaching out for his arm.
“Good,” said Mark nodding. “So same time next week?”
“Yes,” said Janice, feeling better. “You’ll talk to your son? I can’t compete with those young women. ”
“Don’t need to, baby. You’re in a class all your own. I’d take you over Donna or Jenny any time. As for Jerome, he won’t like it, but no more movies.” Mark smiled at her.
“Thank you.” Janice looked behind her to make sure Moshe was still in the bedroom. She reached out and hugged Mark tightly to her body, already wanting him again.
Mark looked over her shoulder, staring at Janice, Janet, and Jane in their bikinis.
“He’s looking for new talent anyway.
THE END
