Next part of Fuck Weed with some inspirational pics.

 Jodi turned around facing him as soon as they reached their bed. She released his hand, her hands falling to pinch the strings on her thong panty and pull the knots loose. The front fell down revealing her red pubes before dropping to her feet. “Jesus, honey,” he groaned, his hands coming up to squeeze and caress her beautiful breasts. She moaned. He froze as his fingers ran through something stringy. He almost pulled his hands off her in distaste when he realized her tits were covered in Shawn’s stringy coagulated semen. She leaned up and kissed him on the nose, his eyes focusing on more stringy semen on her cheeks and a large piece on the bridge of her nose making it look like she had a crease between her eyes.

Jodi fell back on the bed and scrambled back. “Oh god,” groaned Mike, staring at her as she spread her legs open for him. Her hand came down spreading her pussy open, his conservative strait-laced wife now looked like a Penthouse or Hustler pinup. He’d never had this good a view of her body before.

“Hurry, Mike,” she said, her hips were already making little thrusts up like she was imagining him inside her.

Mike couldn’t get his bathing suit off fast enough. His rock-hard penis sprang up from being caught in his suit and he eagerly brought one knee up on the bed as soon as his suit fell to his feet. He was staring hungrily at his wife’s pussy, his aching dick needing this as much as she did. As he moved to kneel between her legs, a voice made him freeze.

“STOP!”

Jodi gasped as Shawn strolled into their bedroom, his hard black cock bobbing in front of him.

“What the hell,” growled Mike, angrily. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Shut up, white boy. This ain’t over till I say it is.” Shawn walked towards the bed. Both men noticed Jodi’s eyes were focused on his huge black cock. “Get on all fours, Mrs. Hayes. I want to see yo husband fuck you from behind.”

“She doesn’t like it that way,” said Mike, watching his wife roll over on her stomach and get on all fours, still staring at Shawn’s cock. He scooted back off the bed and stood on the edge as she backed towards him. Mike stared at her rear end realizing this was the first time he’d ever seen her asshole. It was a pretty little puckered rosebud, perfectly clean. His hard dick was pointing between her legs at her wet slit. He could see her distended clitoris, swollen like a miniature penis with arousal dripping off it, and below that her wispy red pubes were sticking out.

“If you can fuck her with that little white penis like she needs to be fucked, she’ll like it, white boy.” Shawn stared at Mike and Jodi. They stared back at him like they were waiting for his instructions. “Well, what are you waiting for? Put it in her.”

Jodi practiced yoga to stay in shape and always found this pose difficult. It was called the cow pose because when you arched your spine, it looked like a cow’s udders. Her problem with the pose was that in this position her pendulous breasts actually hung down like udders. Their weight wanting to pull her down to the top of the bed. It was bad enough in her workout clothes, but nude with her tits hanging freely she could really feel their weight. Also, they were so big, her distended nipples were scraping along the top of the bed sending more sexual stimuli to her pussy. “Hurry Mike, I need it.”

Mike needed it just as bad, but found having the black man watch them intimidating. He lined his dick up, for once his view allowed him to enter her without her needing to guide it in. Mike groaned as he sank his prick into her sopping wet pussy. Her pussy felt like a furnace in was so hot, the wet heat feeling incredible around his dick.

“Yessss,” she sighed, the emptiness finally getting satisfaction. Mike grabbed her hips and started pulling her back into his thrusts. He’d never felt so good inside her. Her breasts swayed heavily beneath her as she rocked under the thrusts of his dick. Their upward sways pulled her forwards and Mike’s prick popped out of her a few times, but he quickly replaced it.

Jodi straightened her back and let the weight of her breasts carry her torso down to the bed, entering the extended puppy yoga pose. Her arms thrust out before her like a Muslim in prayer as she kneeled with her rear end thrust up. Jodi moaned with pleasure as this angle made Mike feel like he was penetrating her deeper, filling more of her empty void. “Yes, Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me.” He grabbed her hips so he couldn’t pop out while increasing his thrusts. “Harder, honey.”

“You heard Mrs. Hayes,” grunted Shawn, “give it to her harder”.

Jodi raised her head and turned it sideways at the sound of the black teen’s voice. Shawn’s hard cock was dangling above her face. He grabbed the middle and bent it down so that the head was touching her nose.

Mike thrust his dick back and forth into his wife’s hot pussy. He couldn’t keep up this pace much longer and without the fuck weed, he’d have already shot his load.  Watching his wife nuzzle the head of the black man’s cock wasn’t helping either. Her lips were pursing to kiss the head, and sometime her tongue flickered out to lick the crown.

“You want it harder, Mrs. Hayes?” asked Shawn.

“Yes,” she hissed, “harder. I want it harder.”

“Can’t go any harder,” grunted Mike, sweat running down his forehead.

“You want it deeper, Mrs. Hayes?” Her lips followed Shawn’s cock head as he stepped back out of their reach.

“Deeper, I want it deeper,” she moaned. It was true she wanted more inside her, a lot more. “Deeper Mike,” she pleaded. She needed it harder and deeper to make her cum. She needed to cum.

“It’s all in, Jodi. Can’t give you anymore.” He was breathing heavily. “Gonna cum, babe.”

“No, not yet,” she begged. “More. I want more. Deeper. I need to cum.”

“Oh fuck,” moaned Mike, throwing back his head as the sperm welled up in his balls. “Gurk!” The strong hand grabbed him by the back of the neck, yanking him back and shoving him out of the way.

“Nooooo,” she pleaded, her pussy clenching down around Mike’s retreating penis. Her cry of desperation quickly turned into a, “Yesssssss,” as the opening to her pussy stretched open further than before. “That’s it Mike, you’re doin it to me baby,” she cried with pure joy as her pussy expanded out around the thrusting cock until her orgasm erupted from her womb soaking the new intruder as the thrust pushed it deeper then Mike’s penis had ever gone before. Strong manly hands pulled her back into the large thrusting cock. Her eyes watched confused as her naked husband stumbled past her, his penis jerking and spitting out little wads of semen as he tried to catch himself from falling.

Jodi’s pussy squeezed Shawn’s cock as it pulled back, but his next thrust had her cumming all over his cock again as it hit eight inches and she kept cumming at nine inches. The pleasure was overwhelming and though her mind tried to deny that her black former student was now fucking her, she couldn’t deny that Shawn’s big black cock was filling her needy pussy like her husband’s smaller penis never could. Shawn’s cock was both a blessing and a curse. Each time he thrust it inside her gave her the satisfaction she so desperately needed, but it was also reaching her deeper and stretching her out more, resizing her pussy so that there were even more areas inside her that needed to be filled. Jodi’s yearning emptiness felt even worse each time Shawn pulled his cock back, but when he slammed it forward, she felt more satisfied as it went deeper and deeper until she was having one long continuous orgasm. Just when she thought he couldn’t go any deeper, he angled his cock up and pushed the last few inches inside her, those final inches giving her the biggest orgasm of her life as she squirted her arousal out around the base of his cock.

“Jodi, what are you doing?” asked Mike.

Jodi looked at her husband, with a lazy smile on her face. Her orgasms had left her so shaky, she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. “Mmmm,” she just moaned at him.

Mike glanced at Shawn. The black man was still, holding her hips with his cock buried to the root inside Jodi’s pussy. “Honey, think about what you’re doing,” he tried to reason with her. Mike was well aware that Shawn had just made Jodi cum, but he wasn’t aware of exactly how satisfying it had been to her. “Another man’s inside you.”

“Mmmm,” she mumbled again. “So bbbiiiggg! So ggoooodd!”

“It’s one of your former students.” Mike lowered his voice adding, “and he’s black.”

Shawn chuckled. “That’s why it’s so big.”

“He’s not wearing a condom,” Mike added in a low voice. “You’re not protected. You need to stop this.”

“Oh god,” she groaned, slowly coming to her senses. This wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. Shawn Wright had been one of the students that had made her life miserable and question being a teacher. He was friends with the black bastard that she’d suspended for grabbing her ass. He was a thug drug dealer for Christ’s sake. And he had the biggest, blackest, most satisfying cock she’d ever experienced. “You’re right,” she groaned. “We need to stop. Please, Shawn, pull it…”

“What chu mean? Like this?” he asked.

Jodi gasped in horror as the giant cock slowly withdrew from her pussy. “Nooo,” she moaned. The void inside her, the feeling of emptiness that bordered on being painful, swiftly returned, but now worse than ever as Shawn’s big black cock had expanded her pussy and awakened new nerve endings. “Nooo, put it back in,” she begged.

“Make up yo mind, Mrs. Hayes,” he growled. “You want it in?”

“YYEESS!!” She screamed as he slammed it forward.

“Or you want it out?” He slowly withdrew his cock.

“IN IN,” she pleaded. “Put it back in.”

Mike looked down at the black man. He’d pulled most of his cock out, with just half the swollen head, spreading her pussy lips open. “Jodi, no.”

“Please, Mike. Just this once. I need it so bad.”

Shawn laughed. It looked like he was teasing her with the tip of his cock, working just the head around inside her, the swollen glans rubbing back and forth along her engorged clit. “At least make him wear a condom.”

“Not gonna wear no condom and I ain’t pullin out neither. I’m a gonna bust a nut deep in this married white pussy and seed it real good.”

“OOHH FFUUCKK!” she groaned, bucking her ass to get more of his cock inside her. “It’s safe Mike. I can’t have kids.”

“We don’t know that,” he lied. He’d had his sperm tested and was devastated that he was the infertile one. And much to Mike’s shame, he hadn’t had the guts to tell her.

“Screw it,” she hissed, giving her husband a downright hateful stare. “Fuck me, Shawn.”

“What do you want Mrs. Hayes?”

“I want you to fuck me, hard and deep.”

“With what, Mrs. Hayes?”

“With your big black cock. Fuck me with your big black cock.” She turned her head away from her husband and buried it in the mattress in shame. “AAAHH!” she cried into her sheets as he went balls deep back in her pussy. “It’s so big. So big,” she mumbled.

Shawn fucked her hard slamming the entirety of his 12 inches inside her. He grunted. “Me and the boys called you teach TILF back in class, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Oh Oh Oh,” she groaned.

“We all voted you the teacher we’d most like to fuck and here I is fucking you.”

“Yes, fucking me,” she mumbled. “Fucking me so good.” At least she didn’t have to look at him, stare at his ugly black face. As soon as she’d had the thought, it was like Shawn had read her mind, pulling back until his cock sprang free of her pussy, her yearning to be filled returning.

“Roll over, slut,” he ordered.

Jodi was still shaky from the orgasms and took longer than she wanted to turn over. She had to scoot back on the bed as Shawn climbed on and kneeled between her legs. He cupped his strong arms under her knees and raised her ass off the mattress. His wet cock rose up between her thighs and over her pubic mound. Jodi found herself slowly thrusting her hips up trying to reach the head of his cock.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked.

Jodi sat up, reaching out for Shawn’s black cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and bent it back down to her pussy. He pushed it between her fingers and she whimpered as the huge head pushed its way back inside her, back where she wanted it, back where it belonged. She laid back down, closing her eyes and raising her hips into his thrusts.

“Look at me,” ordered Shawn. “I want you to see who’s fucking you.”

Jodi opened her eyes and stared at the well-built black torso between her thighs. She couldn’t help but be impressed by his musculature. His taut stomach tightened up each time he pulled back and each time he pushed deep, waves of satisfaction radiated out from her womb.

“Who’s fucking you, Mrs. Hayes?”

“You are.”

“Say my name.”

“You are, Shawn. You’re fucking me.”

“Do I fuck you better than Mr. Hayes?”

Jodi groaned, sparing a glance at her sullen husband, standing nude nearby staring sadly at their conjoined bodies. “You do, Shawn. You fuck me better than my husband.”

Shawn snorted when Mike gave a dejected groan of defeat. “What am I fucking you with?”

“Oh god, Shawn,” she moaned, humping his cock faster. Her hands were digging into the bedspread, gripping it tightly. “Big black cock. You’re fucking me with your big black cock.”

“What fucks you better than your husband?”

“Big black cock. Big black cock. Fuck me with your big black cock Shawn. Oh Fuck! Cumming!”

Shawn grinned in triumph as she came hard all over his cock. He adjusted his arms under her knees and started pumping faster, his cock making a squishing sound each time he sank it in her.

A change swept through Jodi as she came down from the big orgasm. She stared in awe at the black youth that made her cum so hard. She’d never find him handsome, but suddenly the contrast between his dark black skin and her voluptuous pale white body turned erotic. He wasn’t handsome, but he was sexy in an animalistic way. She wished she could reach up and run her hands across his hard muscular chest. She’d been glad she hadn’t had to look at him, but now she was unable to take her eyes off him. It was so sexually stimulating, so hot , so sexy… “Oh fuck!” she squealed, cumming again.

Jodi collapsed; her orgasms were draining her. All she could do was stare at the sweaty muscular black man, letting out little, “Oomphs!” each time he pushed his cock in.

“Getting close, Mrs. Hayes,” he grunted. Sweat beaded his forehead and his broad flat nose was flaring making her think of a black bull. “Gonna bust a nut in that white pussy.” Shawn leaned down over her, bracing his hands on both sides of her chest. Her legs were now sticking straight up, practically on his shoulders. His hips were a blur as he was slamming his cock in and out of her as fast as he could go. “Here it cums. Gonna knock chu up, Mrs. Hayes.”

Shawn grunted, pulling back and holding his cock still for a second with only the head inside her. Then he slammed it balls deep, his bellow sounding like a bull’s, his semen erupting from his heavy balls and filling her fertile womb with his prolific black seed.

Jodi came back to life, her hips bucking up repeatedly into his cock as he filled her with his cum. Another orgasm centered in her womb rocked her body with waves of pleasure. He gave several hard thrusts coating the insides of her pussy with semen. Shawn pulled back, her pussy squeezing and contracting around his shaft to entice more sperm from his balls. His cock exited her pussy, flying up and shooting long strands of semen across her breasts and belly.

He lowered himself down, nearly bending her in half, long enough to mash his broad black lips against her pink ones. His tongue slid into her mouth as he kissed her and she kissed him back. “Thank you,” she whispered before he pushed himself back up and finally climbed off her.

Jodi laid still, panting heavily, staring at her ceiling. Her womb and pussy were so full of Shawn’s voluminous semen, she no longer felt empty inside. His cum was exactly what it took to satisfy her needs. She could barely move, but she still managed to raise her hands up to her body and rub his semen into her breasts and belly like it was skin lotion.

“You’re done. Now get out,” said Mike trying to stand up to the giant black man. Jodi glanced at her husband. He looked ridiculous with his skinny frame trying to stand up to the muscular black man towering over him. Mike’s penis had shrunk and was probably only three inches long now. Shawn’s cock was still swollen and a foot long, sticking straight out from his crotch and still dribbling semen.

Shawn looked over at Mike. “It’s late. Got a guest room?”

**********

Shawn had helped himself to a beer out of the fridge and made himself a ham sandwich while Mike got the guest bedroom ready. The black man sat at the dinner table, his huge cock hanging down over the chair. He never bothered to dress, but grabbed his clothes and the brick of weed off the deck, carrying them up to the spare bedroom, his heavy cock slapping back and forth from thigh to thigh.

“We have church in the morning, so be gone by the time we get up,” said Mike, leaving the room. Shawn didn’t answer him. He just laid down on top of the covers with his plump penis hanging over his thigh and his arms behind his head.

Mike locked his bedroom door just as Jodi was getting out of the shower. He knew the lock wouldn’t stop Shawn from breaking into the room, but it made Mike feel slightly safer. He half thought about dragging a dresser over to block the door. Jodi came into the room with a towel wrapped around her body and another in her hair, she was humming happily. Jodi froze staring at the bed.

Mike glanced at the bedspread. It was bunched up where her body had laid with little raised areas where her hands had gripped the bedspread. The color was darker where her thighs had been, it was still wet as was the white semen pooled up in its center. She leaned over and pulled the cover off. “I’ll wash it tomorrow,” she told him sheepishly.

Jodi waited for him to turn the light off before she unwrapped her towel and climbed into bed next to him. She rolled over and was instantly asleep. Mike laid on his back staring at the ceiling images of his wife and Shawn running through his brain. He didn’t think he’d ever sleep, but must have dozed off after an hour, waking up again when he heard a noise. There was a click as Jodi unlocked the door, then she slowly pulled it open and crept out of the bedroom.

Mike laid back down. Maybe she was using the hall bathroom to poop and didn’t want to disturb him? Maybe, she was hungry and going downstairs for a snack. Maybe she wanted to fuck their black guest again? No, that wasn’t her, but then the fuck weed was still in their systems and last weekend it had lasted about 36 hours. He waited, staring at the door, giving her another ten minutes, but she didn’t return. He got out of bed and followed her out the door.

Mike heard the grunts and moans coming from Shawn’s room, the second he stepped into the hall. Shawn’s door was open and the light was on. Of course, it was, he’d want to see her body while he fucked her and she hadn’t made him turn it off. Jodi had waited for Mike to turn the light off before she’d dropped her towel, but Shawn got to fuck her with the lights on.

Mike crept up to the door and peeked in. The sight in front of him was very erotic. They were fucking on top the bed, Jodi riding his cock hard enough to make the bed creek. Her back was arched, thrusting her breasts out while the black teen squeezed her pale breast flesh moving his lips from nipple to nipple as he sucked her erect nubs between his lips. Watching them fuck was one of the sexiest things he’d ever witnessed. Their bodies were better than most porn stars he’d ever seen and they looked like they belonged together. The contrast between their skin tones was very sensual. Mike winced, feeling the tug as his hard penis strained out from his body once again.

Mike grimaced not wanting to jerk off while watching his wife, but the fuck weed enhanced orgasms were too good to pass up. He spit in his hand and started stroking his erect prick, trying to pretend the gorgeous woman riding the black cock wasn’t his wife.

“You remember giving me that D in yo class, Mrs. Hayes?” asked Shawn, bucking his hips so she bounced harder up and down his shaft.

“Yes, yes,” she moaned, Mike wasn’t sure if she was moaning in pleasure or answering his question.

“Now I’m giving you the D. Giving you the big D, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Yes, Shawn. Give it to me. Give me all of your big D. It’s making me cum. AAAAHHHH!!” Her back arched further as she creamed all over his cock. “Oh god, I love your cock so much,” she told him sitting in his lap as she came down from her orgasm. “Thank you,” she said, sincerely, leaning down and kissing her black lover. The gorgeous red hair hanging down covering their faces could only have belonged to Jodi and Mike couldn’t pretend it was any other woman but his wife. Yet, he couldn’t stop stroking his prick.

Jodi started bouncing in his lap again. “Work that white pussy,” ordered Shawn slapping her ass. Jodi groaned, rocking her hips forward and back as she rode his cock. “This is my pussy now, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Your pussy,” she whimpered.

“Say my name.”

“This is your pussy, Shawn. My pussy belongs to Shawn Wright.” Jodi started shaking as she bounced up and down. “Damn you, Shawn. Fuuuuck! Fuck your pussy.” She collapsed on top of him, another strong orgasm rocking her body.

Mike’s penis twitched. He cupped his hand over the head, catching his semen in his palm so he wouldn’t stain his carpet. He shot several strong spurts into his hand, holding his lips shut so that he didn’t groan out loud and alert his wife and her former student. The orgasm was so good he couldn’t regret watching his wife cheat on him. His semen filled his palm when normally it barely filled a teaspoon.

“Can’t move,” groaned Jodi, still collapsed on Shawn’s chest.

Shawn lifted her slightly and started pumping his cock in and out of her, bucking his hips as fast as he could.

“Ooomph! Ooomph! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Shawn. You fill my pussy up so good, baby. It loves your big black cock. Keep fucking me. Never stop fucking me.”

“Gonna bust a nut.”

“Give it to me, baby. Gimme your cum. My pussy wants your seed, baby.” Jodi sat up again, slamming her pussy down into Shawn’s thrusting cock.

“UUNNHH!” grunted Shawn loudly, bucking hard and nearly sending Jodi flying off his cock. Mike saw nearly all of Shawn’s foot long shaft appear with waves of white semen pouring down his shaft. It quickly disappeared as Jodi slowly sank back down into his lap, his huge balls filling her womb again and rocking her body with a final orgasm.

Mike crept back to his room and washed his cum off his hands in the bathroom. He slipped back under the cover, waiting for his wife to come back, but she didn’t return to their marital bed. A few hours later, he heard the moaning and squeaking start back up. His dick got hard again. This time he just masturbated in bed, still impressed with the amount of semen his balls were pumping out, but it paled to the volume Shawn’s balls produced.

Jodi hadn’t returned when he got up the next morning. He showered and dressed for his golf game. When he passed Shawn’s room, Jodi was laying between Shawn’s legs, hungrily sucking his cock. Mike felt his penis stir, but it didn’t harden. “Here it cums, slut. I want chu to swallow all my nut,” grunted Shawn, head raised as he watched her. Mike didn’t stop to watch, but kept going downstairs to make breakfast.

Not much later, Mike heard the thudding of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Shawn was dressed with his hood up making him look like a criminal. He sat the brick of weed on the table and pulled Jodi’s plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs over to him. “Hey, that’s my wife’s,” complained Mike, watching Shawn dig into them. The black man didn’t quit eating long enough to respond.

Jodi slowly made her way downstairs. She was dressed for church and looked tired. Her dress was one of her most conservative, a bland gray that covered her from neck to ankles. Small gray heeled shoes hid her feet. Throw a habit on her head and she could pass for a nun. It buttoned down the front, the material thick enough it hid her prominent nipples. Her breasts pushed the top out, but it was so shapeless, her front looked distended, making her look like she had a big belly. She walked up to the table just as Shawn pushed her plate of food away.

“Sorry, he ate your breakfast,” said Mike, glaring at the black youth.

Jodi smiled. “That’s okay, I’m pretty full,” she said, resting her hand on her stomach. She turned to look at Shawn and her smile widened, lighting up her face as she stared at him.

“Shit, I gotta go,” said Mike, checking his watch. He rose from the table, glanced at Shawn and then at his wife. “Are you okay if I leave?” he asked, not wanting to leave his wife alone with the black man.

“Sure, don’t keep your friends waiting,” she replied. “I need some water and I’ll be right behind you.”

Mike hesitated again. He didn’t want to leave his wife alone, but then he didn’t want Jodi leaving the black man alone in their house either. No telling what he’d steal. “You need a ride somewhere, Shawn?”

“Nah, I’m good, Mr. Hayes,” said Shawn.

“Fine, then I guess I’m off.”

“Have a good game, hon,” said Jodi, coming over and giving him a kiss on the lips. Mike tried not to look disgusted as he pictured those same lips wrapped around Shawn’s black cock just minutes ago. Their lips parted. He stared at her beautiful face. Her lovely green eyes sparkled back at him; their pupils still largely dilated. In the mirror earlier, his were slightly dilated, but almost normal. The fuck weed seemed to affect women longer or at least it stayed in Jodi’s system longer.

“Have a good day of worship,” he told her. “Say a few prayers for us,” he said, meaning it even though he didn’t believe in prayer. Mike looked at Shawn. The black man’s pupils were still big and round. “Don’t be here when I get back,” he told him more bravely than he felt.

Shawn just snorted, amused.

**********

Shawn stood up from the table, staring at Mrs. Hayes, unscrewing the cap on a bottle of water. A growing tent appearing under his pants. “What chu wearing, Mrs. Hayes?”

She lowered the bottle. “One of my outfits for church, Shawn.”

“But chu ain’t going to church today.”

Jodi looked at him confused. “I ain’t… I’m not?”

“I ain’t done with chu, Mrs. Hayes.” Shawn stood and pulled his hoody over his head.

Jodi’s pussy gave a little squirt of arousal the second her eyes gazed on his fit chest. “I… I.. I really need to repent, Shawn. I need…” Her gaze lowered, gulping as Shawn pushed his pants down and his twelve inch black cock sprang straight up. “Need to pray for Jesus’ forgiveness.” Jodi looked up fearfully as a nude Shawn Wright stepped up and towered over her. His hands coming up towards her throat!

“Look at this shit,” he growled, digging his fingers into her blouse. “This looks like something my grandmother would wear. She’d met Shawn’s grandmother at a parent teacher conference. The woman was stern and dressed in plain gray. She was stuck raising her good for nothing grandson because his dad hadn’t stuck around and his mom was a whore. She’d been a driving force in getting the special needs program shut down unleashing all the ill-behaved black teens back into regular classes. She hadn’t liked Jodi Hayes very much, accusing her of being a racist for forcing all the black teens into remedial classes where they’d never have a shot at a decent future.

Shawn yanked his hands apart, sending buttons flying around the kitchen. Her ruined top fell on each side of her bra covered torso. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, eyes sweeping down approvingly at her body, brows furrowing as he took in her plain heavy bra. He undid the hook between her breasts, sending the cups flying off to the sides like her tits had been straining to be free. “You got a body that belongs on the pole Mrs. Hayes, yet chu dress like a nun.” He lifted her onto the edge of the kitchen table, hands working to undo the long gray skirt. “No more, ya hear me?”

Jodi nodded, raising her hips to help him pull her skirt off. She’d never been man handled like this and her pussy had turned into Niagara Falls. Her areolae were raised off her heaving breasts as she approached peak arousal. She’d been satisfied the last time Shawn fucked her, but the empty feeling had started to return while sucking him off this morning, growing as she dressed for church, and now it was so strong, she was aching with need for him again. She stared down hungrily at his protruding cock.

“I want chu dressed sexy from now on. Show off dat bod a little. Why you hidin this shit?” He stared down at her plain white granny panties and shook his head. The hem rose up to her navel. They were shapeless and baggy, but the crotch was showing a rapidly growing wet mark.

To Jodi’s surprise, Shawn turned and walked away from her. He pulled a knife out of a block on the counter, examined it before putting it back and pulling out another. He turned back to her with the second knife in hand, a sharp slicing knife. Shawn walked back up between her legs and laid the knife flat on her upper thigh, running it up, the point slipping under her panty. Jodi trembled as the blade slid over her red pubic hair. She could see the knife’s outline raised up beneath her panty. He slid it over to her thigh and pushed up, the point rising above the hem. With a swift cutting motion, he twisted the knife up and cut through her panty. He could have pulled them off her at this point, but instead Shawn chose to pull the cut end tight and slice the knife through the other side of the panty. He dropped the knife.

“Look at that pretty little ginger kitty,” he said, running his fingers through her whisps of red pubic hair while his thumb worked its way up and down her wet slit, stoking the fires in her pussy. With his other hand he pulled her ruined panty out from under her. “You got any more of these, throw dem out,” he ordered. Jodi’s nod wasn’t enough for him. “Say my name!”

“Yes, Shawn.”

“Buy some slutty underwear for me. Show off this whooty.”

“Whooty?”

Shawn smacked his palm down of the side of her ass. “White booty. Buy some clothes to show off dat ass.”

“Yes, Shawn.”

“Good girl.” He leaned forward, his thumb pushing into her pussy while he kissed her. She kissed him back, moaning as his thumb felt good, but it only reminded her of how empty the rest of her pussy was. She slowly started humping it wanting more inside her. Shawn broke the kiss, moving his head down, his lips wrapped around her right nipple, he violently sucked the end of her tit into his mouth. Jodi gasped humping his thumb harder. Her wet nipple sprang free of his lips and she fell back on the table as he kissed her navel before squatting, his tongue replacing his thumb in her pussy.

Considering he was only nineteen, the black kid was a skilled pussy eater. It only took seconds for her to start moaning and humping his thrusting tongue. Her belly undulated down towards the thrusts of his skilled tongue each time he wiggled it deep inside her. She raised her head to look down her body, a ball of warmth growing in her womb as she saw him staring back up at her while chowing down on her pussy. They stared into each other’s eyes as the ball of warmth turned into a hot burning sun that suddenly went supernova, the orgasm rocking her body and making the table shake.

Shawn jerked his head back the moment his own seed touched his tongue. He watched the gooey mess pour from her pussy to drip on the kitchen floor, her orgasm having released it from being trapped in her womb. He felt his hard cock twitch. She was ready for a refill.

When Jodi recovered from her latest orgasm, Shawn’s beefy hands were wrapped around her ankles, holding her legs up and his cock head was pushing its way inside her. He worked it in and out a few times, probing deeper with each thrust. She was taking him easier each time they fucked, her pussy slowly adjusting to his big black cock. He grunted as he buried his cock balls deep inside her.

“Jesus, it’s so big,” she moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. Ripples traveled down her normally taut stomach as her belly began undulating downwards towards the root of his cock. In a daze, Jodi raised her head and stared down her body at her rippling belly. A large bulbous lump bulged out her stomach well above her navel. As she stared, the bulge began traveling back down towards her crotch before reversing to push it’s way back deep. “Oh Jesus,” she groaned again, her head thumping back down on the table as Shawn picked up speed with his thrusts. Her hips raised into his thrusts. “Jesus. Jesus,” she mumbled again and again. “Oh Jeesss…FFUUCCKK!” Her hips leaped off the table into his thrusting cock as she came hard around the thick shaft.

Shawn laughed. “That’s it, Mrs. Hayes. My big black cock make you cum to Jesus more than yo church would.”

Jodi had to agree. The orgasms Shawn’s cock gave her were borderline rapturous. They exhausted her, but each time she came filled her with a joyful ecstasy that made her want to have even more. She did have more as Shawn fucked her hard and fast for a good fifteen minutes before he buried his cock deep, filling her womb with another large load of his hot seed. Her final orgasm left her with a feeling of euphoria as the heat from his semen spread throughout her pussy, warming her entire body. Again, his voluminous load was exactly what her body needed to fill the empty void inside it.

**********

“What’s amatta Mikey, that hot wife of yours keep ya up all weekend again?”

Mike rolled his eyes as his golfing buddies laughed at him. “Actually, she did,” he replied, truthfully. His friends all stared at him jealously wishing they were the ones getting to sleep with the stunning Jodi Hayes. If only they knew. “Sorry, guys. I’m not feeling it today,” said Mike. “I need to go home and get some sleep.”

“Or do ya prefer to put your balls into a different hole again?”

More laughs.

“Next week, guys.” Mike waved and threw his bag over his shoulder.

Truthfully, he hoped he could get some sleep when he got home, but he didn’t trust the black teen not to steal something from them. His mind filled with images of coming home to a ransacked and looted house, Jodi laying on the floor covered in semen. His foot pressed down harder on the gas, trying to get him home faster.

Mike parked the car and dropped off his clubs in the garage, taking the garage door into their kitchen. He froze, staring at their kitchen table. Their breakfast plates were askew and there was a pool of liquified semen on the edge of the table with some dripping down to an even larger pool on the floor. Jodi’s church attire was strewn about the floor. He scanned the room. Her panty was near the pool of semen. It had been destroyed. Her unhooked bra was hanging over one of the chairs. Small objects were scattered across the floor. He bent to pick one up. A button!

A scream came from the living room. Not one of fear, but one of pleasure.

They were at it again. The kitchen opened into the living room, but the living room was larger, their sitting area out of sight from where he was. Mike stood and walked into the other room. His stomach sank to see that she was still fucking the black teen, totally engrossed in what the big black cock was doing to her pussy.

Shawn was sitting in Mike’s recliner. Jodi was sitting on Shawn’s lap, reverse cowgirl, facing Mike, her hands pushing herself up and down the black man’s large pole. She was wearing a weird looking black bra that exposed patches of her pale breast flesh. On second glance, Mike realized that it was Shawn’s beefy hands squeezing her breasts. Her nipples were being squeezed between his fingers, bulging out like a squeezed balloon. She was bouncing so high, Mike could see nearly all the black man’s foot long cock each time she pushed up. Shawn’s cock was soaked with her arousal and orgasms.

“Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus,” she squealed, eyes closed.

“That’s it slut, cum to Jesus. Cum to Jesus.”

Jodi had raised herself so much, Mike though he could see the frenulum of Shawn’s penis. Liquid squirted out around her pussy lips before more fluid poured down Shawn’s shaft. With a moan of pure pleasure, Jodi slowly sank her body down Shawn’s cock until she was sitting in his lap. She seemed spent.

“Welcome home, white boy. How was your game?” asked Shawn.

Mike didn’t answer. Jodi lazily opened her eyes long enough to smile at her husband before closing them again. She was out of it so Shawn took over. He released her tits and moved his hands under them grabbing her by the ribs. The muscular black man easily started lifting her up and down his shaft, doing all the work to get himself off.

Again, Mike was struck by how erotic the sight was before his eyes. Their perfect bodies looked like they belonged in a porn. Jodi’s white body was normally flawless and was now except that Shawn’s handprints had left red marks on her pale breast flesh. If only it wasn’t Mike wife’s perfect figure riding the black man’s giant cock. Mike felt a pang at annoyance that they were also fucking in his chair. Only Mike sat there. It was his comfy chair, the man of the house’s chair.

“Ohhhh!” Jodi groaned, suddenly coming back to life. Her hands came back down to brace herself on the armchair. Her hips started bucking as Shawn raised her up and down his shaft. “Ooooo. Oh. Cumming. I’m cumming again.”

“Me too, slut,” growled Shawn. He slammed her down into his lap causing them both to cry out. Mike could make out the bulge of Shawn’s cock head under her stomach. It was throbbing, pumping her womb full of cum again.

“Noooo,” she pleaded as Shawn raised her up his shaft again, trying to slam herself back down on his cock. As a good ten inches of Shawn’s shaft appeared, Mike was sickened to see it covered in Shawn’s frothy white seed, more flowed out around her pussy lips, running down his shaft. Just as the flow of black sperm was about to reach his balls, Shawn slammed her back down in his lap. “YYEESSS!!” she screamed, either from having another orgasm or from the prolonging of the previous one. He pumped a couple more wads into her before raising her up his shaft again.

This time he went to far or at least Mike guessed he went to far because Shawn grunted, “DAMN!” when he raised her to high and his cock popped out. He slammed her back down, this time his cock free and between her thighs. The monster phallus was still spurting cum. Jets of his hot seed struck Jodi’s chin and breasts. She grabbed his shaft, jerking the rest of his cum out while pushing her crotch against the base. The huge black cock blasted stream after stream of white semen out as Jodi frantically jerked it off while humping it. The jets were powerful enough, she held her head down and caught several wads in her open mouth. Just the semen Mike had watched it ejaculate was more than Mike had ever ejaculated in his entire life and Shawn’s huge testicles had poured out even more into her womb. Those same testicles were hanging down over the footrest of Mike’s recliner, covered in semen and Jodi’s arousal, dripping sperm down the front of his chair and ruining his carpet.

Jodi dropped his cock and laid back on his chest, sighing in pleasure. Shawn’s black hands wrapped around her rubbing his fingers into the wads of sperm covering her front. He spread his semen all over her tits and belly, coating her front with his seed. She moaned sliding her body beneath his moving hands. His cock stuck out over the chair for a few minutes as huge and monstrous as Mike had ever seen it, but slowly it throbbed with his pulse and deflated until it fell down over his ball sack against the footrest of the recliner.

Mike stood starring trying to gather the fortitude to throw the black thug out of his house. He relaxed when Shawn decided to leave on his own. “Move that whooty, slut,” he grunted, slapping her thigh. She groaned, slowly and weakly rising. It wasn’t fast enough for the black man. “I said move that whooty.” He spanked her harder.

Jodi stood up and stumbled a few steps. Mike winced as he stared at the constant trickle of white fluid dribbling out between her legs and on their carpet. He stepped towards her and grabbed her arm, leading her into the kitchen where her leaking pussy would fall on the more easily cleaned linoleum. Shawn entered the kitchen. Jodi reached out and ran her hand over his hard chest, smiling at him, lovingly. He passed her and gathered his clothes up, pulling the hoody on first. He stepped into his pants, but kept it unbuttoned with his cock hanging out.

“Are we done here?” asked Mike.

“For now. I’ll be back next week for the rest of your payment.”

“Payment? You just fucked my wife!”

Shawn grabbed his brick of weed. “You still owe me for two joints. See this shit?” He held the weed up. “Until I get dese seeds planted, this is all the fuck weed there is. This bricks worth more than gold.”

“No! This is over or else.”

Shawn walked over to Mike using his height to intimidate the much shorter man. “Or else what?”

“Just or else.” Mike gulped.

Shawn actually turned away from him and walked away, but Mike couldn’t believe he’d intimidated a man that seemed like he couldn’t be intimidated. Shawn opened the front door and stood in it. “Tell ya what, white boy, lets have Mrs. Hayes decide whether I’m coming back or not. Come here, slut,” he ordered.

Jodi was still weak as she stumbled towards the door and stood looking up at Shawn.

“Kneel!” He ordered and she fell to her knees in front of him. Mike was grateful the huge black man was blocking the view of his naked wife from anyone walking or driving past on the street. Jodi reached out for his cock still dangling out of his pants. Shawn slapped her hand away. He grabbed the root of his cock and stepped closer. He smacked his floppy cock on her face. “Do you want my cock again, Mrs. Hayes.”

“God yes,” she moaned, turning her head up so that he could smack her again. It must have hurt for she winced each time it hit her.

“Say my name!”

“I want it again, Shawn,” she pleaded turning her face towards his cock as he slapped her, not away from it.

“Want what, slut?”

“Your big black cock. I want your black cock, Shawn. Please come back and fuck me again.”

Amazingly to Mike, Shawn’s cock had started stiffening up again as he slapped it against Jodi’s face. She licked her tongue up the underside until it reached the tip and she could wrap her lips around it. She sucked the tip as she looked up adoringly at him.

“Next time, slut. I gotta go get this shit planted.” Her lips followed his retreating cock as he pulled it back. Shawn placed the bag with his weed between her bicep and chest so that he could use both hands to shove his huge shaft back in his pants. “This shits amazing,” he grunted. “What’s yo number, slut?” He asked, pulling a phone out of his pocket.

“Jodi, no,” Mike tried to intervene, but she relayed her number to him. He dialed her and they heard her phone ringing inside her purse in the kitchen.

“I’ll call next week. Hey, the hot tub was fun. Let’s do that again.” He stepped outside leaving Jodi still kneeling in the doorway, naked and covered in his drying semen. He stopped and turned. “Hey, howsa about a little gratitude?”

“What?” asked Jodi.

“Aren’t ya gonna thank me?”

“Thanks for fucking me, Shawn.”

“What about you, white boy? Not gonna thank me for fucking yo wife?”

“Fuck you,” said Mike, not about to thank the black man. He grabbed Jodi’s arm and tried to pull her out of the doorway before any of their neighbors saw her.

Shawn chuckled and turned, walking down their driveway to the street. He turned left, following their fence where he must have stashed a car when he jumped the fence last night. Jodi resisted Mike’s tugs, only standing up and moving out of sight when Shawn had disappeared.