Here's the unedited preview of Fuck Weed

 FUCK WEED

Copyright 2022 by Stormbringer

 

 

 

Mike Hayes was bending down to pick up another branch from last night’s storm when he heard the car come squealing to a stop on the other side of his stone fenced in yard. He didn’t think much of it until he heard some doors slamming. He looked up as a dark figure appeared in the twilight rising up above his eight-foot fence. The man must have been standing on a car hood. The hoodie covered black man appeared to be trying to climb over his fence. Mike ducked behind a tree and whipped out his cell phone. He kept a wary eye on the black thug as he pressed 9 then 1. His finger froze above the last 1. He didn’t need to call the police. He could already hear the sirens.

The black man tossed a bundle into a bush in Mike’s yard before he disappeared, jumping off the hood of his car. Mike approached his fence, hearing a car door slam on the other side. Police lights reflected off the leaves in his trees as another car slammed its brakes and then another further down the street.

“Freeze,” yelled an authoritative voice. “Hands up.”

“About time,” muttered Mike. The police had a reputation for not doing their jobs. Crime had skyrocketed and the dem-coms running the city council had voted with trend of defunding the police a few years back. Mike was grateful for the fence which helped keep out the riffraff. Of course, the drug dealer they were arresting would be back on the street within days thanks to the lefty district attorney.

Mike quit listening to the arrest and walked over to his hydrangea. It didn’t take much rooting around for him to find the object the thug had tossed into his yard. He held it up, not quite sure what it was in the growing darkness. He thought about tossing it back over the fence to the police, but curiosity changed his mind and he carried the bundle toward the lights on his back deck. He held it up to the light, recognizing the leaves and buds.

He was holding a brick of marijuana!

**********

“How was work?” he asked when his wife came home the next day.

Jodi Hayes sighed and dropped her briefcase on the couch. “Typical,” she said. “I’m going to soak in the tub after dinner.”

“Well, I was thinking the hot tub would feel nice tonight,” he said, handing her a glass of wine.

Jodi’s warning bells went off. She knew her husband too well. A soak in the hot tub and some wine to loosen her up meant he was hoping to have sex. “The tub sounds great, but don’t get your hopes up for anything else,” she told him, accepting and sipping her wine. His shoulders visibly slumped as she dashed his high hopes.

Jodi taught eighth grade at middle school and over the last few years she’d been having a rough time of it. A local civil rights group had sued the school over the fact that the remedial level classes for the disruptive students were 100% black. The school board’s compromise was to end the remedial classes and place the disruptive students back in with the better-behaved students. She’d been happy with her job up until that point. She’d also dodged a bullet. She was the top teacher in her district for recommending students for those remedial classes.

The fact that Jodi Hayes was a stunner and built like a stripper didn’t help much either. Jodi was four years younger than Mike’s 38 and still glowing with youthful beauty. Long red hair fell down between her shoulder blades. Her eyes were bright and green. Her lips full, naturally dark, and her smile could brighten any room though she didn’t smile much anymore. Her face was very Playboy girl next door, but her body was pure Penthouse. She wouldn’t tell her husband, but he’d checked her bra. Her giant breasts were an E-cup and sat proud above a thin waist and a flat belly. All natural, but Mike didn’t blame his buddies when they asked if Jodi had implants. A few didn’t believe him. Her breasts were too big and perfect to be normal. Her ass was great to, full, fit, and firm, thrusting up and out in a nice firm bubble to balance out the weight on her chest. Her legs were long and very fit. Her breasts kept her from running so she stayed fit with an exercise bike in the garage.

Jodi dressed pretty conservatively normally and especially for school. Today she was wearing slacks and a surprisingly tight top that hugged her breasts, but she’d covered them up with an open sweater. Still, it was hard to hide assets like hers and she’d even had one black student expelled for grabbing her ass when she bent down to pick up a pen she’d dropped. He’d apologized, but claimed he just couldn’t help himself. Mike understood. He’d been a teenager with raging hormones once. He’d had more self-control, but he’d also never had a teacher built like his wife.

Jodi took the sweater off and tossed it over the back of a chair. Her top was a little daring for her. It was low cut, showing off her freckled chest and even a little cleavage. Her nipples were visible poking through her bra and top. Jodi was freckled like a lot of redheads, but not heavily so and they were concentrated in certain areas, mostly her upper cheeks and chest. Her breasts and belly were pale white and blemish free. She untucked her shirt loosening it so that her nipples were less visible. “What’s for dinner?” she asked.

“Just a light salad with some grilled chicken on it,” he told her. She nodded happy with his choice. Mike wished he’d gone heavier. He was hungry and craving steak and potatoes, but he had some erectile issues and found his pills worked better on an empty stomach. Oh well, he thought. Eating light was still good for him as he’d been developing a paunch over the last few years.

They ate and filled each other in on their day. He refilled her glass of wine. “No more after this, okay?” she said with a smirk. He was still hoping for sex and another glass or two, she might have given in. He’d learned that early on when they were dating. She didn’t mind. She’d had a religious upbringing and it had left her uptight about sex and her body. She rarely let Mike see her nude and sex was always in the dark. She was no longer religious, but couldn’t shake her inhibitions. The best wildest sex they’d had had been after a night clubbing when they were drunk. Alcohol was also responsible for her losing her virginity. She’d gotten drunk at a party in high school and decided she didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. She hadn’t been allowed to date, but ended up sleeping with a male friend that she’d been talking to when the buzz hit her. He was a bit of a nerd and also a virgin. He didn’t last long, squirting within seconds of putting his little five-inch dick in her. He’d promised to pull out, but apologized profusely saying he’d lost control. She spent the next month worried he’d gotten her pregnant and avoiding him. She decided he was no longer his friend either when his nerd friends started snickering at her and one even asked her out, assuming she might be easy.

Mike was different. They’d met in college. Sex with him was better, but nothing to rival the descriptions she’d read about in the occasional romance novel she’d read. He always wore a condom and could pace himself pretty well. The first time they’d had sex drunk was also the first time she’d rode him and had lost her inhibitions enough they hadn’t turned out the lights. He’d also lasted only a few strokes as she bounced wildly on his skinny six-inch dick. He’d just stared wide eyed at her bouncing breasts while pinching her erect nipples and also lost control. She’d been so into the sex that she hadn’t stopped bouncing in his lap until his penis shriveled up and fell out of her. Her pussy had kept the condom and his sperm. Mike fished it out of her and she’d spent another month worried about being pregnant.

He kept wearing condoms the first year of their marriage and quit after that when they decided to try to start a family. Seven years later they remained childless and were certain one of them was infertile. Jodi was convinced it was her, but neither had been checked out.

“Hot tub?” he asked after dinner.

She smiled at him. “I’ll go get changed.”

“I’ll get the dishes.”

Jodi stood and gave her husband a glance that gave him some hope. He was a good man, cooking her dinner and cleaning up afterwards. He deserved a little reward. Plus, the light meal with the wine had affected her and she was slightly buzzed. “Be right back.”

“You know we don’t need suits,” he said.

“I do.” She headed for the stairs.

“The yard’s fenced in. No one can see us,” he called after her. Jodi didn’t answer. Mike still had hopes. He refilled her wine glass and left in on the table. If she grabbed and took it with her to the tub, he was getting laid. If not, he had a plan B.

**********

Jodi entered the bedroom and pulled her top up. Her tightly squeezed breasts heaved and fell as she pulled the top off. Her bra looked like it was straining to hold her breasts in. She pulled her slacks down and stood up clad only in her bra and panties. Her underwear was plain and practical. Her hands came up to unhook her bra, but paused. She gave a quick glance at the window to make sure the curtains were closed. A few years back, Mike had caught some of her students gathering on the street behind their fence and staring up at her open window after she’d gotten out of the shower. She made sure the curtains or blinds were closed ever since.

She unhooked her bra, sighing as they sprang free of their confinement. Her nipples hardened slightly in the air conditioning. She had sizable areola, but they were faint around the edges darkening as they approached her prominent rosy nipples. They were so prominent; she was often forced to wear three layers of clothing to keep them from sticking out. As much as she tried to hide them, her breasts had their own agenda about wanting to be seen and free.

She slid the panty down her strong thighs and stepped out of them. Her bush was red and matched her hair, her pubes more whisps then kinky. She retrieved her green one-piece from her drawer and stepped into it. It was tight and hugged her figure. She thought it showed off too much. Mike thought she was ridiculous and bought her a bikini to show off even more. The bikini still sat in its box in the drawer She might have considered wearing it, but he’d screwed up and bought a thong, plus the top barely covered her nipples and was sized for DDs, not an E cup. The top squeezed her breasts so tightly, her entire areola stood out through the top. At least with the one piece, only her nipples pushed it out.

Jodi wrapped a towel around her body and headed back downstairs. She saw the glass of wine on the table, but her buzz was gone as was any minute desire she’d been having for sex so she left it there. She dropped the towel and climbed into the tub, sighing as she sank down into the hot water. Mike joined her a few minutes later. He set her glass of wine on the ledge beside her. “Optimist,” she told him. “What’s that?” she asked, seeing a Ziplock bag in his hand. “Is that a lighter?”

Mike climbed in beside her and sank his skinny body down into the water. “I have something I thought we should try.” He held the bag up so she could see it.

“Is that a joint?” she gasped in shock. “Where’d you get it?”

Mike relayed the story about the black youth tossing the brick into their yard.

“And you didn’t turn it in?” she asked, in surprise. He just shrugged. She would have turned it in immediately. It was evidence after all and would have helped put that black boy behind bars where he belonged. “I can’t smoke pot.”

“Why not?”

“I’m a school teacher. It’s illegal!”

“It hasn’t been illegal in years.”

“Then why were the police chasing that black boy?”

“Hmm, good question,” said Mike, thinking. “Maybe he’s unlicensed and isn’t paying taxes on it. I don’t know.” Mike shrugged again. “But recreational marijuana has been legal for years now.”

“Have you done this?”

“Yeah, a few times back in college. It’s very relaxing. It’ll help you settle down after a bad day at work.”

“Oh Mike, I don’t know about this. Isn’t it a gateway drug?”

“Let’s just try it this once. If it’s horrible, I’ll go to the police and tell them I found a brick in my yard.”

“Maybe I’ll just watch you,” said Jodi.

Mike had rolled a fat joint. He placed it between his lips and lit the end. He took a puff and held it in. Mike exhaled the smoke. “This is good, better than I remember.” He took another hit and felt himself relax, a sense of well being coming over him. “Mmm, there it is,” he sighed. “Feels good.” He held the joint out to Jodi. She stared for almost half a minute before reaching out and taking it.

Jodi stared at it for a moment before placing it between her lips and sucking in some smoke. She choked coughing it out. She held the joint in one hand and reached for her glass of wine, taking a sip to cool her throat.

“Try it again,” said Mike. “Take some smoke into your lungs and hold it there.”

Jodi tried again, inhaling and holding it. Jodi breathed out the smoke and stared at the joint. “Hmmm, I like it.” She sat up to hand the joint back and Mike noticed her nipples were rock hard with even parts of her areola visible through her top. She took another hit when he handed it back. “You’re right. I do feel relaxed, really good.”

She drank half her wine while Mike took a long hit. “So, was I wrong to be an optimist?” he asked, handing the joint back to her.

“No, I think you might just get lucky.” Her eyes were lidded, a smile on her face. “This feels great.”

It did feel great, thought Mike, taking the joint back and taking a small hit, quickly handing it back to her. Jodi closed her eyes as she held the smoke in. Mike took the opportunity to sit up and slide his shorts down. He could even feel some stirring in his limp dick at the thought of having sex soon. He tossed the shorts out of the tub. Her eyes were still closed. The joint appeared to be slipping through her fingers. Mike reached out and caught it. He took the joint between his lips and puffed while shaking his wife. “Jodi?” he asked, afraid she’d smoked to much and had passed out dashing all chances of him getting laid.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. There was a warm tingling sensation in her clit. Mike must have turned up the heat in the hot tub. It was hot, impossibly hot, unbearably hot. A smile spread across her lips as she pictured the first time she and Mike had made love. She thought about the friend that had taken her virginity and wondered it he’d gotten better at it. She remembered the joy on Mike’s face at the strong erection he had the first time he’d taken his ED meds. Oh joy, she’d thought sarcastically, not thrilled at the fact that he’d be wanting to have sex more now that he had the pills. Her memory changed and now she was as thrilled as he was to see him stiff again. She wanted that stiff prick inside her. She wanted to make love, no she wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck the hard dick just like she had the night they’d been drunk and she’d fucked him with the lights on, riding his hard prick with wild abandon until she’d had a rare orgasm he’d felt so good inside her and now she felt… empty. Jodi didn’t want to feel empty. She wanted to be filled, to feel something sliding inside her. The muscles in her vagina were clenching and contracting inwards trying to pull an imaginary dick inside her to give her the satisfaction she so desperately needed. Then there was only darkness with a tiny point of light that grew and grew until…

Mike had finished off the joint while staring at his wife. Jodi’s head was still back, eyes closed, but she was whimpering and moaning, squirming on her seat in the tub. Her nipples were so hard, her entire areola were pushing out the top of her bathing suit making it appear as if her breasts had actually grown. Jodi’s head came up and she opened her eyes. Her pupils were big, round, and dilated.

“Ohmygod, Mike,” she said, staring at him. “Go take a pill,” she ordered.

And that was one order he was willing to follow. Mike stood up quickly, standing in the center of the tub, facing his seated wife, and ready to climb out faster. She was staring at his crotch. He looked down. His penis was rock hard, so hard it was almost painful, and as big as he’d ever seen it. “Apparently I don’t need a pill,” he said, staring down in pleasant surprise at his dick.

“Apparently not,” she replied, moving her face closer to examine his stony erection.

Mike’s surprise turned to shock when Jodi’s lips engulfed the grape-sized tip of his prick. “Whoa! Jodi!” His wife was sucking his dick. HIS WIFE WAS SUCKING HIS DICK! Now it was Mike’s turn to say, “Ohmygod!” Her lips were halfway down his six and a quarter inch dick bobbing forward and back steadily, taking a little more in each time she swallowed him. “Oh honey, that feels so good.” He threw his head back and closed his eyes wanting to enjoy the sensations, but instantly quit that idea. He needed to watch this rare treat. Mike stared down at Jodi’s red hair and watched inch after inch of his skinny prick disappear down her throat. His balls began to tingle. Oh oh, thought Mike. “Honey, you’d better stop.” She did stop, hallway down his dick, cheeks puckered. Her dilated eyes stared up at him. “I’m getting close, babe. Let’s take this up to the bedroom.”

Jodi pulled her head back until the head of Mike’s prick cleared her lips and she was holding his stiff dick by the base. He smiled down at her, approvingly. Instead of stopping, she stared up at him as her tongue came out and twirled around his dick head. Then she sank her lips down to the base of his dick.

“Oh shit! Shit, babe,” he groaned. Jodi started bobbing her head faster. “Gonna cum,” he warned her. Jodi made a contented sound in her throat as she sucked him. “Gonna cum. Gonna cum. Gonna cumming! Mike wanted to grab the back of her head and pull her all the way down on his dick. His orgasm was so intense, his legs started trembling and he almost collapsed in the tub. Jodi swallowed every bit of it, ending by wrapping her lips around the glans of his cock and stroking his shaft upwards as if she were trying to get every drop. Finally, she slowly pulled her lips off his dick. “Sorry, honey, I tried to warn you.” Oddly, she didn’t look upset.

“It’s good, Mike,” she replied, licking her lips.

“It was amazing, and I’m not complaining, but I really wanted to make love tonight.” He helped her stand.

“Me too,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me. It was just bobbing in front of my face and it looked so good, I wanted it in my mouth.” The light was dim, but he could see she was flushing in embarrassment. “I’m so horny right now, but I couldn’t stop sucking your dick. I want this inside me so bad, Mike,” she said, her hand reaching down and stroking his hard dick. She stopped and looked down at his penis. Jodi pushed down on the head with her index finger. It bent down and sprang back up. “You’re still hard!”

“Holy shit! I am,” he said, looking down at it. “Quick, lets get inside before it goes away.” He stepped out of the hot tub and held his hand out for his wife. She stepped out and they hurried towards the sliding glass door into the house. Mike stopped her at the door. He turned her to face him. “Wait, your suit’s wet.” He reached out and pulled down the straps on her shoulders.

“But Mike, what if your erection goes away?”

He pulled the front of her suit down. His eyes widening when he exposed her giant E-cups. He was stripping her nude, outside, under the light, and she was letting him! Mike bent over pulling her suit down to her waist. “Trust me babe, this is helping it stay up.” He took one of her hard pink nipples between his lips and she gasped.

“Oh baby, that feels so good,” she sighed.

Mike stooped still sucking one of her hard titties while he worked her bathing suit down over her hips. He pulled it down her thighs until it was loose and fell to her feet. Mike dropped to his knees, letting her swollen nipple plop out of his mouth.

“Nooo,” she complained.

He grabbed her leg and moved it so he could toss her wet suit away, but he kept her legs spread. Mike stared at his wife’s red pussy. Her hair was wet and matted. Her clit was sticking out puffy and distended. He hadn’t known she had such a large clit. He rarely saw her nude and this was one of the best views he’d ever gotten of Jodi. He looked up and was surprised to see her hands were on her breasts squeezing them and tugging on her nipples. Mike leaned forward and licked her clit.

“OH!” she gasped.

Jodi wasn’t stopping him. He pressed his nose into her pubic mound and ran his tongue along her slit. Jodi raised her hips allowing better access to her pussy. He looked up her body as he wiggled his tongue between her pussy lips. It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. Jodi’s flat stomach was undulating as he licked her and she was still squeezing and tugging at her nipples. A few tokes on a joint had turned his wife from a conservative school teacher into a wanton slut.

“Oh god! Lick me, Mike. Lick me.”

He’d tried to talk her into this for years, but to Jodi, oral sex was dirty. Mike slid his hand up her thighs. They were soaking wet. It wasn’t water from the tub either. The fluid was sticky, her arousal a constant flow from her pussy. He brought his hand up and pushed a finger into her pussy.

“AH!” she gasped again. “Yes, that feels so good Mike.”

Mike moved his hand down and inserted two fingers. He slowly began finger fucking her while his tongue flickered over her clit. She immediately began humping his fingers.

“Ohmygod! Oh my god! That’s it Mike. Yes. Yes. Yes. YYEESS!!”

Mike sucked her clit hard between his lips, working his fingers faster and bringing her to orgasm. The sticky fluid squirted and ran down his hand, sprayed his chin, a dribbled down her clit and into his mouth.

“That felt amazing,” she said, her dilated pupils staring at him in appreciation. “Why haven’t we done that before?”

“You wouldn’t let me,” he replied, wiping the back of his hand across his chin. He reached down and grabbed the base of his dick, wagging it at her. “See babe, nothing to worry about. Still want it?”

“God yes.” She grabbed the end of his shaft and pulled him inside. Mike loved it, but she was pulling too hard and relieved when she let go to climb the stairs. He followed her upstairs, his eyes focused on her great ass. It looked even better nude then it did in tight jeans or her bathing suit. Absolutely beautiful, firm unblemished pale white skin.

Jodi ran into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed, turning over and motioning with her index finger for him to come here. The rare orgasm had felt incredible, but it had done nothing to quell the overwhelming feeling of emptiness inside her vagina. She needed to fill that emptiness. She needed Mike’s hard dick. She spread her legs as Mike climbed on the bed, his eyes widening as he stared at her lewd display. As he maneuvered himself closer, she helped him sitting up and grabbing his penis to help him guide it in. He had trouble sometimes, but then they were usually in the dark too.

“YES!” the both moaned as his hard dick pushed inside her.

Jodi sighed with satisfaction as the emptiness was finally filled. Her vaginal muscles were still contracting inwards only now that had a real live dick to squeeze as tightly as they could. She wrapped her legs around his ass, humping up into his thrusts. “Fuck me, Mike,” she whimpered.

“What?” he almost stopped. He’d never heard the “F” word leave her lips.

“I said, Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

Oh yeah, he thought, pumping his hips faster. “I’m fucking you, Jodi.” Damn, her pussy felt like it was on fire. She’d never felt this hot before. “I’m fucking that hot pussy, baby. Gonna fuck you good.”

“Oh god! Yes. You fuck me so good, baby. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Mike decided then and there that this was the best night of his life. He’d never heard her say the “P” word either. As much as he was loving his wife being so vocal, he had a sudden urge to kiss her. Mike lowered his lips down to hers. She parted and they kissed, the most passionately they’d kissed since their wedding night. Her tongue twirled with his as she raised her hips faster into his thrusting dick. Jodi sucking him off earlier was helping prolong this orgasm, but there was no way he could hold off much longer. He broke their kiss. “I’m getting close,” he whispered.

“Do it, baby. Give me your cum. Fill my pussy.”

Mike groaned. This was the wife he’d always wanted. He buried his dick. “FFFUUUCCCKKK!” Several strong spurts of his semen squirted out into Jodi’s pussy.

“YYEESS!!” She gasped, her hips humping up into his spurting prick. Her pussy clamped down around his pumping cock milking out every drop of Mike’s seed as she came the second time that night and maybe only around the sixth time in her life. Mike sighed and she relaxed aware that her legs were tightly wrapped around her waist and her arms were wrapped just as tightly around her neck. She was clinging to him. He lowered her down on the bed and she relaxed her arms and legs. Mike pulled his spent prick out and collapsed beside her. She still felt the emptiness, the yearning to have him inside her, but she was also satisfied. “You were amazing, stud,” she told him, running her hand down over her belly.

Mike noticed the gesture. Her motherly instinct was hoping he’d finally impregnated her. “Jodi, that was the amazing, the best ever.”

“Best ever,” she agreed.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replied, sitting up and leaning over to kiss him. It wasn’t passionate, but it was a long, loving kiss to show how grateful she was. “I’m going to take a shower.” She hopped off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom.

Mike followed her a few minutes later. She was happily humming a tune behind the shower door. He stared at the blurry outline of her amazing body for a minute before turning to look at himself in the mirror before it steamed up. He was an average looking guy, short brown hair and eyes. His pupils were dilated like Jodi’s were after smoking the weed, but his vision was fine. His body wasn’t much to look at. He was skinny with a sunken hairless chest, and a slight paunch. He thought his penis was rather on the thin skinny side too, but he had no problem with its length. It was spent, but still sticking out past six inches, semi-swollen and bent down. He looked back up at his face and wiggled his nose. The weed was so much better than his ED meds. He felt great. He wasn’t stuffy at all and could breathe freely through his nose. His snores wouldn’t be keeping Jodi up that night.

He turned and glanced at the shower again. Jodi’s head was back, washing her hair. The blurred outline of her body behind the door was as erotically a sexy sight as he’d ever seen. Since this was a night of firsts, he decided to try something else she’d never let him do before. He opened the shower door and stepped inside.

Jodi jumped with surprise, but smiled and stepped back so he could join her. The embraced and kissed for a long time. He turned her around and kissed her neck before grabbing a bottle of bottle wash. He lathered her voluptuous body in the wash, scrubbing and massaging her. She let out little moans of pleasure just as he took pleasure in closely examining her body. Her form was flawless with the only possible complaint being that her breasts were too large for her frame making her look like Jessica Rabbit with her red hair. It wasn’t one of his complaints. He felt her breasts were magnificent. Someday they might sag, her nipples pointing downward, but at 34, they were still proud and firm

They kissed again and Jodi even let him dry off her nude body. After brushing their teeth, they held hands walking back to their bed. The slid under a sheet and he cuddled up to her as they fell asleep.

Mike woke up quickly a few hours later. His prick was hard again and between her thighs. Jodi was moaning, her hips sliding her wet pussy along his shaft, her firm ass pressing into his stomach. He reached around and cupped her breast. She purred as he squeezed it and gasped when he pinched her hard nipple. Her fingers caressed the head of his dick before pushing it inside her. “Mmm, fuck me, Mike. Never stop fucking me,” she murmured.

“I’ll fuck you as much as you want, baby,” he whispered in her eat. “This dick is yours whenever you want it.”

“I’ll always want it,” she replied. She quit talking, but whimpered and moaned a lot

Mike squeezed and pulled on her tit hard when he came. Jodi cried out, but he didn’t believe she orgasmed again. Still, she’d enjoyed it and seemed satisfied. She kissed him on the forehead before slipping out of bed to wash up again.

The next time Mike woke up, the sun was shining in through the window and Jodi was down between his legs sucking his hard dick again. It plopped out between her lips and she stared at it. “Fuck,” she cursed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I want to taste your cum again, but I need you inside me more.” She climbed up his body and raised herself up long enough to sink his dick in her. “You fill me up so good, Mike.”

“Who are you?” he asked in awe, reaching up to fondle her well lit breasts.

“I’m your wife, honey. The wife who’s gonna fuck your big dick as hard as she can.”

“You’re a great wife,” he told her pulling on her breasts so that she leaned down and he could suck her nipples.

Jodi did fuck him as hard as she could, bouncing in his lap almost violently while he sucked a nibbled at her nipples. His groans alerted her that he was getting close. “Gimme your cum, Mike. Filll my pussy up, baby.”

God, this was amazing. “Take it Jodi. Take all my cum.” Mike bucked his hips up, squirting his seed up into Jodi’s hot pussy. She clamped down around his dick again, milking his cum out and appeared to have a small but satisfying orgasm.

Jodi sat in his lap gasping for air from her workout. “Wow Mike. Why don’t we do this more often?”

“I’ve been saying that for years.”

**********

Jodi didn’t take much convincing to smoke another joint in the hot tub that night. He felt well satisfied from Friday night’s sex, but after sharing the joint with Jodi, his dick was hard as a rock again. She seemed to pass out again and when she opened her eyes and looked at him, her pupils were dilated over her irises like a moon eclipsing a green sun. Jodi stood in the center of the tub and slipped out of her bathing suit. She mounted his pole and slowly rode him in the hot bubbling water. This was the first time they’d fucked in the tub, though he’d suggested it often. Later, he fucked her from behind on their bed, a position she usually refused to do. He woke again Sunday morning to Jodi sucking his hard dick only this time she didn’t stop and swallowed his cum. Mike couldn’t understand where all his cum was coming from. His balls weren’t aching or anything after ejaculating seven times over two nights. He felt wonderful and so did Jodi. She was humming as she dressed for church.

Jodi kissed him goodbye. “Have a good game,” she told him as she left. Church wasn’t Mike’s thing. It had put a strain on their relationship early on, but she was used to it now. Mike played golf Sunday mornings when the weather was good. He met his friends on the course. They commented on him looking tired and he bragged about Jodi keeping him up the last two nights. They looked at him jealousy as Jodi was far better looking than their wives.

That night, Mike looked at himself while brushing his teeth. His pupils appeared normal. He slipped into bed and read for a while before Jodi joined him. She stayed up to grade some papers. She continued to surprise him. She’d put on her pajamas right after dinner, but when she entered the bedroom, the top was unbuttoned down the middle. The plaid boring PJs she wore every night had suddenly turned sexy. She slipped the top off her shoulders before bending down and sliding the bottoms off. She joined him in bed naked and cuddled up next to him. Mike put his book away and wrapped his arm around her. He was shirtless, but wearing sweatpants. She placed her hand on his stomach and slid it down under his pants. He jumped in surprise as her hand found his dick and started fondling it. He turned to kiss her and saw that her pupils were still somewhat enlarged. They kissed. Her hands squeezed and tugged at his limp dick. It did swell slightly under her ministrations, but it remained floppy and unresponsive. “Do you want me to take a pill?” he whispered.

Jodi crinkled her nose. She didn’t enjoy listening to his nasal congestion all night, nor did she want to wait the hour or so it usually took for the pill to kick in. “That’s okay, hon.” She slid her hand out of his pants and patted him on the belly.

“Wanna do it again next Friday?” he asked.

Jodi rolled over. She didn’t answer for a long time, but finally said, “Okay.”

Mike got up the next morning, showered and dressed for work. He ate a bowl of cereal and walked out the front door to his car.

“Mike?”

He stopped and turned. “Yeah hon?” His eyes widened. Jodi was standing on their steps wearing only a short terry cloth robe and it was unbelted, hanging open.

“Don’t you want to kiss your wife goodbye?”

He stepped back and gave her a long lingering kiss, more than the usual peck on the cheek or lips when they parted. “Bye babe. Try to have a good day at work.” Her pupils were still somewhat dilated. The weed was staying in her system longer. He wondered why. Maybe, she’d smoked more or maybe his higher male metabolism just burned it off quicker?

She crinkled her nose. There were no good days at work. “Mike?” she said as he turned away.

Mike looked back. “Holy shit!” Jodi was standing on the steps holding her robe open not just displaying her incredible body to him, but to the entire neighborhood.

“This is all yours Friday night.” She closed the robe and belted it as a neighbor’s garage started opening.

“Hell yeah,” he said, smiling. He was getting in his car when it hit him. “SHIT!”

“What?”

“We got that party Friday.”

“Damn, that’s right.”

“Let’s not go?”

Jodi smiled. She’d absolutely prefer staying home and getting high with her husband over a party. “We’re kind of obligated.”

It was a surprise birthday party and a bit of a drive. They’d be lucky to get home by Midnight and they’d both be drinking, him more than her. “Well Saturday then.”

“Saturday it is.”

“Maybe, we’ll even get in the tub early.”

“Maybe?” she replied. “Don’t forget to pick up a present.”

Jodi entered her house and undid her belt. Her hand slid down through her wispy pubes until she could feel her wetness. “God, I’m horny,” she moaned, her eyes fell on the kitchen table and the fruit bowl at the center of it. “I couldn’t,” she muttered, staring at the banana.

Minutes later, she was nude on her bed, spreading her legs as she lowered the banana between her thighs. It was yellow, and ripe, a big one, longer and thicker than Mike’s penis. “Oh god,” she moaned, pushing it between her wet pussy lips. Her lips curled in a smile as the thick part around the center entered her. The extra thickness felt good. She pushed it deeper, the emptiness inside her finally feeling fulfilled until all that was sticking out between her legs was the stalk. She grabbed the stalk working it in and out slightly, her pussy muscles clenched tightly around the banana. Its extra size felt great. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy,” she moaned, pinching and squeezing one nipple. It took ten minutes, but finally she came hard, her pussy squeezing down hard around the ripe fruit as she came all over it.

Jodi relaxed, trying to catch her breath for several minutes before pulling the banana out of her pussy. The peel had been crushed and the fruit inside turned to mush her vaginal muscles had squeezed it so tightly. Still, the damn thing had satisfied her need. She wasn’t a dildo kind of woman, but if they kept smoking weed, she was going to need a dildo.

Jodi was still in an orgasmic haze while she showered. Her pussy was still wet and her nipples were hard, sensitive, sending more spasms towards her pussy as she ran the wash cloth over them. She was barely aware when she dressed and didn’t even come to her senses until she noticed some of the male teachers staring at her. She’d pulled on a tight black short skirt that showed off her bare legs down to her black heels. Worse, she pulled on a thin white blouse with large gaps between the buttons. It was a lot less then her normal three layers of clothing and her nipples would remain quite prominent all day.

Much to her surprise, her hormone raging teenage students were more attentive while she taught them and none caused her any problems. She had a couple parent teacher conferences after school. The husbands couldn’t take their eyes off her tits, some even appeared to be trying to peek between the gaps in her blouse to get a peek at her bra. The wives stared at her with anger and jealousy. She was kind of enjoying the attention, but she felt if she kept dressing that sexily, it might get her in some trouble.

She kept getting male attention grocery shopping after school. Mike gave her a double take when she got home and gave her a wolf whistle. “Damn Jodi, you look smoking hot today.”

She smiled and blushed. “I feel foolish.” She headed upstairs to change into her plain pajamas. A glance in the mirror showed her pupils were back to normal. She laid out her usual figure hiding clothing to wear to school the next day.

Mike was a procrastinator and left work early Friday to shop for a gift for the birthday party that night. As he was leaving the store with the present, he noticed the store across the street. He’d seen in a hundred times, but hadn’t paid any attention to it as it wasn’t the kind of store he shopped at. The store was a tattoo parlor, but also sold CBD products, drug paraphernalia and even some adult toys. After asking the clerk for advice, her left the store with a bong wrapped in a brown paper bag.

**********

Mike woke up earlier than Jodi. As expected, they’d gotten home after midnight and he’d been pretty drunk. It was his friend’s birthday and she’d driven him home. He popped some Advil in his mouth before hitting the shower. Despite his headache, he couldn’t wait for tonight and a replay of the fun time they’d had last week.

He grabbed his dirty clothes and went downstairs to drop them off in the laundry room. Jodi’s green bathing suit was sitting in her stack of clean clothes neatly folded. He’d washed them for her Tuesday night. He smirked, stopping and listening to make sure she wasn’t coming downstairs before pulling her suit out and hiding it at the bottom of the basket filled with dirty clothes.

The rest of the day he washed their cars and did some yardwork. After that, all he could do was kill some time until dinner and their planned evening soak in the tub.

**********

“Mike, have you seen my suit?”

“Sorry, I forgot to wash it,” he lied, turning the hot tub’s jets on. “We don’t need suits anyway.”

”I’m never going nude, so you might as well quit asking.”

“Jodi, we fucked in the tub last week and we were nude then.”

“Don’t be so crass, Mike.”

“Fine we had sex in the tub last week, then.”

“That was an unusual circumstance.”

“How about a compromise?”

Jodi folded her arms across her chest. “What kind of compromise?” she asked, suspiciously.

“What about that bikini I bought you?”

“Mike, it’s too small, too revealing.”

“It’s that or naked.”

“Fine,” she said in a huff. “I’ll try it on.” Jodi turned and headed back into the house.

The bikini was in her dresser. Mike had given it to her on a vacation they took four years ago for her 30^th birthday. He’d also removed her one piece from her suitcase. She’d been furious at him, but agreed to try it on. She looked so slutty in it that she refused to come out of the bathroom and show him what she looked like. The first problem was that he’d bought one a cup size to small for her E-cups. The bikini was more sized for DDs which meant they were an inch too small around her top. The second problem was that the bottom was a thong and displayed her firm well-rounded rear end. She picked it up out of the box. The bikini hadn’t gotten any bigger.

Jodi stripped off her clothes in the bedroom and stepped into the panty. A string bikini was so not her, that she wasn’t even sure how to put it on. She pulled it up backwards the first time before spinning the panty around and tying the string at the side. The top was a little easier, tying behind her neck and back, but when she looked down one of her nipples was sticking out. The cups weren’t even cup, just a band of fabric that covered her nipples and left most of her breasts exposed. She stretched the fabric over her nipple, but that act exposed her areola on her other breast. The problem was her large areola and no matter how much she tried adjusting the fabric a little bit of areola was exposed. Luckily, her outer areola were faint blending into her pale white skin and barely noticeable. The tight top squeezed her breasts so tightly her breast flesh stuck out around the fabric and her entire nipple and areola were visible through the top down to the little bumps around the edges of her nipple circle. It would probably be worse when wet.

She kept the bikini on, but pulled her robe on, belting it tightly. She headed downstairs hoping Mike wasn’t in the tub yet and she could just slip in. Unfortunately, he was stepping into the water as she entered the kitchen. His bathing suit disappeared as he sat down. He’d left a glass of wine on the table for her. She threw the whole thing back, sat the empty glass down on the table and stepped out through the sliding glass doors. “Can you look the other way?”

He chuckled. “No, hon. Come on and show me.”

“It’s too revealing, Mike.”

“Come on, I’ve seen you naked,” he said, unable to help adding, “a few times.”

Jodi’s cheeks flushed as she undid the belt. She was wearing the same robe that she’d flashed him outside their house last week. What had she been thinking? She dropped the robe.

“Oh wow,” he said, staring at her body as she tried to hurry into the tub. “Freeze!”

Jodi froze and stood still. “Mike, please?” she begged.

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“I look like a slut!” Her cheeks turned bright red.

“Yeah you do, a fucking hot slut. Turn around.”

Jodi felt humiliated, but slowly turned around displaying her bare ass. She spun all the well around before stepping down into the water and sinking in to cover her body. “I feel so humiliated. This isn’t something any respectable Christian woman would wear and a teacher for that matter.”

“Well, none of your students are here,” said Mike, reaching out for the bag of marijuana.

“Whar’s that?” she asked, looking at the pipe.

“It’s called a bong.” Mike set it up and pulled out a lighter. “It’s better then a joint. The water will cool the smoke and make it easier on the lungs.” He didn’t tell her that it would also make her extra high with less marijuana and make his stash last longer.

Mike lit the end and inhaled, passing it to Jodi as he held the smoke in his lungs. She took a hit and passed it back. “I feel it already,” she said. She took the bong back from her husband, sitting up in the tub so that her breasts were now above water.

Mike eyed her breasts as he took the bong back. The wet bikini was now clinging to her nipples. They swelled as she exhaled her second hit. A smile of satisfaction spread across her lips. He felt his dick swell slighty as he anticipated the fun they’d be having in a short time.

“Yessss,” she sighed as she exhaled her third hit. She sat back and closed her eyes.

Mike sat the bong down and sat up to slip his suit off, tossing it outside of the tub. He added another pinch of weed to the bowl and lit it, inhaling and tugging on his dick to get it all the way hard. It swelled and hardened completely almost immediately. This was a lot quicker and better than his penis pills. If he was careful, he could make that brick of weed last a long time.

“I see you found my weed,” said a deep voice behind him.

Mike jumped and glanced out into his dark yard. The man came from the direction he’d found the weed. A large black man in a hoody stepped closer, their outdoor light glistening off the gun in his hand.

**********

Mike sat the bong down and raised his hands over his head.

“Put your hands down, white boy. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He put the gun in the front of his hoody and pulled the hood down. The man was younger than he would have thought, late teens or early twenties. He was very black with African features, large dark lips and a flat nose that spread across his face. “You still got my weed?”

“Ye…yeah,” nodded Mike nervously. “It’s inside.” He was about to offer to go get it, but didn’t want to leave Jodi alone with some black thug.

“How much you smoke?”

“M-maybe three joints worth. I’ll pay you for it.”

“You’ll pay for it,” said the black man, nodding and staring at Jodi’s tits. “Not sure what it’s worth. That shit’s special.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked.

The black man pulled the hoody off over his head. He was wearing a white tank top underneath that tightly hugged a fit muscular body. He folded the hoody with the gun and sat it down on the deck behind Jodi and away from Mike’s reach. “It’s called the Ishtar strain.” The man pushed his sweat pants down around his ankles.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Thought I’d take a soak with ya.” He pulled the tank top off revealing a hard six pack and very muscular upper torso. He didn’t need a gun to take out Mike. The black youth was built like a linebacker. He stood back up clad only in black briefs, the front bulging out obscenely. “I had a man on the inside steal it from the pharmaceutical lab. They been messing around with its genes to include every chemical sexual stimulant they could think off, maca, horny goat weed, the shit in penis pills, and lots of other chemical shit with letters and numbers. I call it Fuck Weed.”

“JESUS!” exclaimed Mike with a jerk as the black man pushed his briefs down. His penis was a monster. It stuck out from his pubic mound several inches before falling down a good eight inches. It flopped from thigh to thigh as the black youth stepped down into the tub. Mike couldn’t take his eyes off it and was grateful when it slid out of his sight in the water.

The black man sat between Mike and Jodi. “Let me get a hit off dat bong.” Mike passed it over. The black man lit the end and took a long hit. “Good shit,” he said, after exhaling. “Does it work?”

“Work?”

“Did you and the missus fuck after smoking it?”

“Yeah, it works. It works really well.”

“The fuck weed works then. Good.” The black man finished off the pot in the bowl and handed the bong back to Mike. His dark eyes turned back on Jodi, flickering down from her breasts to her face. Mike felt like shit for hiding her bathing suit now, but was glad she wasn’t nude. “Where’s she go when she like that?”

Mike looked over at his wife. She was squirming and whimpering, softly moaning from time to time. Her eyelids were flickering like she was in deep REM sleep. Sweat beaded her forehead “I don’t know,” he replied watching her nipples stiffen and pull out the stretched top of her bikini.

**********

It was like a near death experience only it was her sex life passing before her eyes. The first time her brain brought forth memories of her entire sex life from losing her virginity through her sex life with Mike. The second time her brain mostly focused on just the good memories. Now, she was reliving their amazing sex last weekend. Sucking Mike’s dick had been surprisingly enjoyable. He deserved it for all he did for her. It was so hot. Her clit was throbbing, timed to her pulse beating in her ears. She needed to fuck. She needed his big stiff dick in her. She needed his cum. So empty inside without a big stiff dick. God, her pussy needed a dick. Please, somebody fuck my pussy. Give me your cum. Her pussy clenched down around an imaginary dick disappointed that it was squeezing only emptiness. So empty. So empty. “Yyesss.” She moaned coming back into the light. “I hope you’re ready to fuck,” she said, opening her pupil-dilated eyes and staring into a thuggish black face.

Mike reached out grabbing her arm as she tried to scramble backward up and out of the hot tub staring in horror at the unexpected guest. He was worried her squeal might have been heard on the street. “Honey, honey, it’s okay. Calm down.”

“Mike,” she looked at him in fear. “What’s going on?” She looked at the black man, sitting and smiling at her, large muscular arms spread out around the rim of the tub. She wouldn’t even go swimming in a pool if black people were in it and she certainly didn’t want to be sharing a hot tub with one. She was also aware that in her scramble to slide out, her upper bikini clad torso was on full display to the black teen. Her breasts had swelled with her arousal and her nipples were puffed out, stretching the top and displaying her areola on both breasts. One of her stiff aching nipples looked like it might pop out at any moment. She slid back down into the tub sinking in to cover her breasts.

“It’s his marijuana and he wants it back.”

“Well go get it,” she said, squirming on her seat from the empty yearning in her pussy. “Get rid of him.”

“You don’t recognize me Mrs. Hayes?” he asked, his voice deep.

“No,” she said, “wait, you were one of my students?”

“Shawn Wright,” he reminded her. “You lookin good Mrs. Hayes.”

Shawn Wright… Shawn… Shawn… A disruptive student, she’d sent him off to the remedial class after a week and the lawsuit that shut down the slower classes had put him and some other badly behaved black teens back in her class a month later. That had been five years ago and her job had been miserable ever since. “Yeah, Shawn Wright from about 5 years ago, not the best student. You’d be 18 then?”

“Nineteen, I was held back year. You gave me a D.”

She was going to need Mike to drain the water out of the tub as soon as Shawn left. She wanted to get out of the water now, except for the ridiculous bikini Mike had talked her into wearing. “That D was more then you deserved.” Jodi winced trying to push her clit down on the seat in the tub. Her needy pussy was making her bitchy. “I gave you the D just to get you out of my class.” She needed Mike’s dick in her immediately. “I figured you’d just end up in jail for selling drugs.”

Shawn laughed. “Just got out. They had to let me go since they couldn’t find my brick of pot. Thanks for hiding the evidence.” He laughed again.

Jodi turned to her husband. “I told you that you should have turned that pot into the police.” She looked back at Shawn, she couldn’t help being impressed with his musculature. His biceps were huge and his broad muscular chest was just as impressive. Her eyes tried to pierce the water certain the black man had a hard flat stomach with an impressive sixpack. She stared a little too long, her mind starting to wonder what was below his abdominals, what was between his legs. Her pussy fluttered still desperate to fill the empty feeling within it. “What will it take for you to go?” she asked, flushing.

“What’s your rush?” he asked, with a white toothy grin. “I was enjoying catching up.”

“Please just go,” she begged, squirming under Shawn’s large pupiled gaze. Her chest was heaving. Mike must have turned the temperature of the water too high, she could barely stand soaking in it. She was ready to stand up even if it met showing off her body to the teenage black thug.

“Not without my pot,” said Shawn.

“Mike, would you please go get his drugs.”

“But honey?” he pleaded.

“Go get the fucking drugs,” she growled, startling even her husband. “I want him off our property.”

Mike turned away from Shawn and stood. The black man laughed, staring at Mike bare flat ass. “Hold on Mr. Hayes. Turn around.” Mike tried to hold his hands over his erection. “Take your hands away.” Mike flushed with embarrassment as he moved his hands and his erection fell to stick out in front of him. Jodi’s eyes fell hungrily on it. “Look at that skinny white dick. You can’t let him leave without takin care of dat, can you Mrs. Hayes?”

“What do you mean?” asked Jodi, staring at Mike’s hard dick. It wasn’t far from her face.

“Suck your husband off, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Then you’ll go?” she asked, already moving her mouth closer to the tip of Mike’s dick. She parted her lips and took Mike’s penis into her mouth up to the glans. She swore the weed worked better than Mike’s ED meds. His prick was swollen as big as it got and she liked it. She liked sucking it and wondered why she’d never sucked him off before smoking the weed. She wished she were alone with her husband, her eyes glancing towards the black man as she swallowed nearly all of Mike’s dick. Shawn was leaning forward, his dilated pupils staring intently at her as she bobbed her head along Mike’s shaft. Her pussy quivered with need again. Suddenly, it was exiting to be watched while she sucked Mike off. She bobbed her head faster, steadily sucking her husband’s dick. She kept her eyes on Shawn, sucking her husband faster. Mike groaned loudly. She took her eyes off Shawn long enough to look up Mike’s skinny body. He too was staring at the black man, but he looked horrified.

“Oh shit Jodi,” Mike groaned. His eyes were on the five swollen inchs of dark black dick rising up out of the water between his wife’s former student’s legs. “Oh shit! Gonna cum, babe,” he warned, staring at the giant black cock as more emerged from the water when Shawn shifted in his seat. “Jodi? Oh god! Here it cums, babe.” Mike threw his back as his cum erupted from his cock and filled Jodi’s mouth.

“Your wife sucks dick like a pro, Mr. Hayes.”

“Mmm,” moaned Jodi, wrapping her lips tightly around Mike’s shaft and sucking up so that she’d drained every last drop of his cum.

“She been doin dis long?”

Mike was gasping for breath. “This is only her second time.”

“Shit white boy, I would have turned her into a cocksucker on the first date.”

Jodi gasped at Shawn’s crassness as she licked her lips, still staring at Mike’s hard prick. Just like the first time, he remained completely erect. She wanted it now more then ever. “Go get Shawn his drugs,” she told him. Mike glanced once at Shawn, before nodding. “Hurry,” she ordered.

Mike hopped out, grabbing his suit off the deck as he entered their house. Jodi slid back down into the water to cover her breasts and sat down as far from Shawn as she could. “You sure seem to like suckin dick, Mrs. Hayes.”

Jodi flushed. “I don’t know what comes over me when I’m high,” she said.

“It’s the fuck weed, Mrs. Hayes.”

“The what?”

“I already told yo husband. This ain’t normal weed. It’s genetically modified to make you horny and lower your inhibitions. I heard it was good shit, but it works better than I expected.”

“My god,” she stared at him in horror, vaguely aware of a large blurry object sticking out of the water between Shawn’s legs. She felt somewhat relieved she had an excuse for her behavior. She’d even masturbated with a banana, for god’s sake. The blurry object came into focus as she lowered her eyes to it. She’d need to pray extra hard at church tomorrow to get god’s forgiveness for the way she’d behaved. Her eyes focused on the huge dark black cock sticking out of the water between Shawn’s legs. “Ohmygod,” she stated, staring at it in awe. It was as long as Mike’s and at least four times thicker. “Oh my god,” she said again as her brain fully processed what she was seeing.

“That’s right, Mrs. Hayes. I gave my weed a try while you was out of it.” Shawn Wright leaned forward and stood up. “Been like this for half an hour.”

Jodi had been right about him having great abs to match his physique, but she barely glanced at them as her eyes fell on the enormous black dick between the teen’s legs. It stuck out at least a foot from his crotch. The dark black glans was swollen and bobbed just above her eyes as Shawn stood in the center of the tub. Even more impressive were the giant pair of swollen balls dangling beneath it. Jodi was an avid pickleball player and Shawn’s testicles were as big as pickle balls. “It’s so big,” was all she could say. “Did the weed make it swollen?” she asked, wondering how much weed Mike would have to smoke to make his penis this big. Her pussy fluttered and contracted at the thought of Mike having a dick this big. That would certainly fill the empty void inside her.

“No Mrs. Hayes, it normally gets this big when it’s hard.”

“I don’t believe it,” she said, sitting up so she could see the top of it. Her breasts rose from the water again. Her nipples were so swollen they were pulling her areola up off her breasts.

“Guess you never seen a black one, Mrs. Hayes?”

“Of course not,” she said indignantly. “I didn’t know penises got this big… this huge. Are all black men this…”

“This ain’t a penis, Mrs. Hayes. This is a big black cock. Not all black men are gifted with big black cocks, but if you want a big one you gotta go black. You wanna touch it?”

“I couldn’t,” she said, lifting her hand towards it, before pulling it back.

“Go ahead, Mrs. Hayes. Get a quick feel before yo hubby comes back.”

Jodi had trouble taking her eyes off it, but managed to turn her head to glance into her house. There was no sign of Mike anywhere. She turned her attention back on Shawn’s huge cock and raised her hand to it, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Her fingers didn’t even meet her thumb, he was so thick. “Keep an eye out for my husband?” she asked, stroking her hand down to the base.

“Sure,” said Shawn, staring down at his former teacher holding his black cock while staring at it totally awestruck by its size. He kept his eyes on her not caring if Mr. Hayes saw them or not.

She lifted her other hand out of the water and cupped Shawn’s balls. She’d never touched her husband’s testicles before, but she wanted to get a feel for their weight. Each of Shawn’s testicles filled her palm, they were full and heavy. If she cupped them both, his scrotum was quite weighty. Her other hand twisted around his shaft just under the glans. It slid back down to the root unconsciously stroking his shaft.

“You like it, Mrs. Hayes?” asked Shawn with a grin.

“It’s very… impressive,” she replied, trying to squeeze the sponge head, but the boy’s cock was as hard as granite.

“What’s impressive?”

“Your penis. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s so…”

“Say it’s name, Mrs. Hayes. Say it’s name.”

“Your… cock, your black cock. Your big black cock’s so impressive. It’s so big, Shawn, so manly.” It wasn’t just the size of the thing that had Jodi impressed. Shawn’s big black cock was a nearly perfect gorgeous ebony rod. The shaft was pretty uniformly thick, only expanding slightly just under the head. The head was a dark black golf ball with a large urethra and an impressive flare to the glans that rose almost an inch above the shaft. Shawn’s cock could have been the model for a dildo. A swollen blue-black vein ran along the underside and more zig zag veins ran up the sides blending into the blackness of his shaft. Jodi Hayes was really feeling cheated at that moment comparing it to...

“A lot different from a skinny little white penis.”

“Yeah, it is,” she said, Shawn guessing her thoughts. She felt a pang of guilt and shame as the porch light made the diamond on her wedding ring twinkle on the slim white hand wrapped around her former student’s giant black cock, but the guilt wasn’t enough to make her let go. “It’s just so big, so different.”

“They even taste different,” said Shawn.

“Taste… different…” Jodi gave a nervous glance at the door. When she turned her eyes back on Shawn’s cock, it was closer just above her nose. She pulled it down towards her mouth, staring cross eyed down the shaft as it passed her nose. Jodi turned her head up and licked the head. Jodi’s pussy contracted so powerfully it made her whole body jerk the second her tongue touched it. The contractions continued as she wrapped her lips around the enormous head of Shawn’s big black cock. The muscles spasms were contracting inwards desperate to have something fill the emptiness inside her. Each contraction ended with a wave of sexual arousal pouring from her pussy.

“Dayumn,” groaned Shawn, watching her bobbing her head along the end of his shaft. He saw Mr. Hayes coming down the steps inside the house, but didn’t give a shit. “Suck that big black cock, Mrs. Hayes,” he groaned. She sucked faster, chocking a little as his large cock head began pushing into her throat. “Don’t give up, you’re doing great,” he told her rubbing his beefy black hand over her gorgeous red hair until his fingers could pinch the string tying the bikini around her neck. He bucked his cock and pulled the string, untying her top.

“JESUS JODI! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Mike stared at his wife aghast, the brick of weed in a bag in his hand. He was wearing his bathing suit, but it was still tented out from his weed induced erection.

“Keep going, Mrs. Hayes,” said Shawn grabbing her head as she tried to back off his cock. He pulled her head towards him while pushing his cock deeper down her throat. She gagged as she swallowed more of Shawn’s cock. He reached down and pulled the knot behind her back.

“Oommph!” grunted Jodi, her throat stretched out by his meaty cock. She went back to sucking his shaft, moaning slightly.

“JODI! STOP SUCKING HIM RIGHT…”

“Shut da fuck up, white boy. You owe me for smoking my shit and this is how ya gonna pay me back. If ya don’t want your wife sucking my cock, then you can do it.”

Mike gasped. “Oh my god!”

Shawn laughed. “My white boy cellmate was quite the good little cocksucker by the time the released me a few days ago. I don’t think he wanted me to leave.”

“No way you sick fuck,” said Mike.

“Good choice white boy. I much prefer yo wife sucking my big black cock.” Shawn laughed. “I told you I’d turn her into a cocksucker on the first date.” Shawn looked up from watching his former teacher’s red lips pursed around his shaft as she sucked as much of his cock as she could. Mike Hayes was heading towards Shawn’s sweat shirt. Mike’s hands were wrapping around the grip of Shawn’s gun when Shawn said, “It ain’t loaded.” Mike paused without pulling the gun out. He wasn’t an expert, but he could feel the gun’s weight and it didn’t feel loaded. “And if you point it at me, then I’m a gonna hafta hurt ya.”

Mike pulled his empty hand out of Shawn’s sweat shirt. “Please?”

“Just let this play out, white boy. Then I’ll take my weed and go.” Shawn placed his hand on Jodi’s head and pushed back.

“Jeeessuuss!” gasped Mike, getting his first good look at Shawn’s penis as it cleared Jodi’s throat. Her lips tried to follow the bobbing head, wanting it back down her throat. To Mike, it looked like she’d managed to swallow at least nine inches of what had to be a giant foot long dick.

“Come ‘ere Mrs. Hayes,” said Shawn walking back and sitting on the edge of the tub. He spread his legs and Jodi kneeled down between them, bending his cock back down towards her lips. He let her suck him for a while before saying, “Sit up.”

“Mmm Mmm,” she mumbled, shaking her head without stopping her constant bobbing.

“I said sit up, bitch!” Jodi sat back on her knees. Now it was Shawn’s turn to stare at her awestruck. She looked down at her chest and was shocked to see her bare breasts. She brought her hands up to quickly cover her breasts, but Shawn, just as quickly grabbed her wrists and held her arms apart. “Dayumn, Mrs Hayes. Them white titties of yours are perfect.” He released her arms and ran his hands over her breasts.

“AAAAHHH!!” She cried out when he pinched her nipples.

“Sensitive huh? Never felt no white titties before. Love these pink nipples.” He pinched them again, twirling her hard nubs between his fingers.

“AAAHHH OOHH,” she cried, whimpering from the pain/pleasure she was feeling as he played with her nipples. Each spasm in her nipples was triggering nerve endings in her pussy reminding her of how much she needed a big cock… her husband’s penis in her. He pulled her by her nipples towards him, thankfully releasing them when she was sitting up between his legs.

“Now wrap them big white titties around my black cock and give me a good titty fuck.”

 

Jodi hefted her heavy E-cups with her hands and sat up on her knees while Shawn held his huge cock up for her. He withdrew his hand when she dropped her bosom in his lap and squeezed her breast flesh around his hard shaft. His giant black cock seemed to be the perfect match for her large bosom. The head and several inches still rose majestically from the tops of her breasts. She squeezed her breasts tightly around his cock and began to bounce them in his lap.

Shawn sat back on the deck propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch his ex-teacher titty fuck him. Jodi stared back and the black teen. It wasn’t just his black cock that was perfect, but the rest of his chiseled physique looked like it belonged on a black-skinned Greek god. Shawn Write was a black Adonis, with hard well-defined abs to a broad muscular chest and bulging biceps on his arms. The only thing ruining her god-like impression of him was his face. He was African black with African features, large broad lips and a nose so big and flat it spread across his face. His hair was shaved down into a militant flat top. With the possible exception of his mother, no one would Find Shawn handsome though it was a rugged masculine face.

Jodi lowered her lips back to his cock head and wrapped them around the bulbous head of his cock. Her pussy spasmed again with pangs of yearning made worse by the pleasure coming from her nipples. Her fingers had found her nipples and she was torturing herself by rolling them between her finger tips. She bounced her tits faster her head bobbing just as fast over the tip of Shawn’s cock. It felt even bigger, stretching her throat out to the point she felt she might gag again. She ran her dilated pupils along Shawn’s flat stomach and up over his six-pack abs. He was staring at her, smiling. He gave her a nod to show he was pleased with her sending more ripples of yearning throughout her needy pussy. “Fuck, Mrs. Hayes,” he grunted throwing back his head so that all she could see of him was his chin and bull neck. “FFUUCCKK!!”

The explosion of cum caught her off guard, pouring down her throat and into her stomach. The jerking cock head threatened to make her gag so she pulled back another load of hot seed expanding through her mouth until her cheeks bulged out and his cum squirted out the sides of her lips. Her brain was registering how good he tasted just as the fear of being drowned by his semen caused her to release his spurting cock just in time to have another large wad of ejaculate plaster her face with his hot sperm. It was quickly followed by another wad that fell to splatter across the tops of her breasts. Her brain was now telling her she wanted to taste more of his delicious cum, so she lowered her lips back around his cock head just in time to get another mouthful. It didn’t overwhelm her this time and she swallowed it and the next and the next. He kept cumming, his lessoning loads making it easier for her to let his seed register on her taste buds. She liked it. She loved it. Jodi dropped her breasts so that she could grab his shaft with both hands, jerking his cock to milk out as much of his seed as she could. Several more shots of sperm shot across her tongue. She moaned as she tasted more of his seed, her hands not stopping milking his cock until the final pearl formed on his urethra.

Jodi finally released Shawn’s cock. It dropped like a felled redwood on his hard stomach, still erect, still a hard foot-long monster. The black teen had dropped to the deck laying on his back arms spread out like Jesus on the cross. All that she could see of him was his chest rising and falling. She licked her tongue around her mouth to lap of the rapidly cooling semen splattering her face. More thick wads of his pudding thick semen were sliding down her breasts, to coat her erect nipples and drip into the water. “You do taste different,” she said quietly, scooping some sperm off her cheek and licking it off her finger. It was cold now, not as good.

Shawn chuckled. “You like it, Mrs. Hayes?”

“Yeah,” she replied. He was still staring up at the stars and couldn’t see her licking his cum off her fingers. She quit not wanting him to realize how much she liked it. “It was good.”

“Better than Mr. Hayes?”

Jodi paused, not wanting to answer and feeling ashamed of herself. She’d enjoyed the taste of Mike’s cum earlier and last week, but now that she had something to compare it with, her husband’s seed was weak and runny. “It was different,” she stated again, not willing to give Shawn the pleasure.

“That’s how a real man tastes, Mrs. Hayes.” Shawn chuckled again. “Fuck that weed’s some good shit. I’ve never busted a nut that big before.”

Jodi closed her eyes, trying to will the fire in her pussy to go down. She felt Shawn’s sperm sliding down her forehead, over her eyes and down her nose. Her pussy continued to contract and flutter, needing Mike’s dick in her now more then ever. She was so horny it was maddening.

“Jodi, you’re a mess,” said Mike picking up her robe. She opened one sperm covered eyelid, blinking it and staring at her husband before sinking down into the water. “Jodi, no,” he begged. “Not in the tub.”

She held her breath, rubbing her hands across her face and breasts, trying to wipe the black man’s semen off her. The water was hot and not helping quell the heat in her body. She could feel her heart beat faster and faster and feared she might pass out. With a gasp, she stood up from the water.

Now it was Mike’s turn to gasp. Jodi taught Greek mythology and they both had an interest in the subject. Jodi Hayes’ emerging from the bubbling water reminded him of Aphrodite emerging from the sea froth created by the semen from Uranus’ testicles. Only Mike’s wife was emerging from the water after being covered by Shawn Wright’s sperm and she had never looked more sexy or beautiful.

Jodi climbed out of the tub. He could see that she was flushed and breathing heavily. Her lovely red hair was wet, hanging down and clinging to her shoulders. Her bare breasts glistened in the light, nipples still rock hard and puffing out her pink areolae. Next came her flat sexy belly and thin waist, followed by her only garment. The thin piece of cloth barely covered her pubic mound and it clung tightly to her matted strip of red hair. She stepped out of the tub, showing off her well-rounded bare ass cheek. Jodi walked across the deck, ignoring the robe he held up for her, Mike not wanting her to wear it anyway. His eyes ran down her sleek bare back, staring at her bare ass with just the barest patch of cloth rising from between her white cheeks to turn into the string of her panty. She turned her dilated eyes on him. “Mike, I need you to fuck me right now.” She held out her hand for her husband.

Mike dropped the robe and looked down at the big black man laying spread eagled on his deck. “There’s your weed. Go home,” he said, just as Jodi pulled him hard towards the door.

Shawn turned his head and watched them enter their house. Mrs. Hayes was pulling her husband so hard, he didn’t even get the sliding glass door all the way closed. Shawn grinned and climbed to his feet on their deck. Again, his cock dropped like a felled redwood, but this time it was sticking straight out again, still hard as a rock. His eyes followed the couple as Jodi pulled her husband up the stairs.