Fuck Weed Update

 “Let’s get out den?” said Shawn, standing.

Jodi’s eyes immediately fixated on his hard cock. Her vaginal muscles tightened as she stared at it constricting at the sight of Shawn’s enormous member, but finding only emptiness. She licked her lips. Satisfaction was bobbing right before her eyes. She reached out and grabbed the base, leaning in and bending it down into her mouth. Her desire increased the second it pressed against her lips and grew again when she opened her mouth and took the head inside.

“Slow down gurl,” said Shawn, pushing back on her head so that his cock sprang free.

Jodi didn’t understand why he didn’t want her sucking it. She sat up so that her breasts were above water, smiled at him and reached behind her neck to untie her top.

“I said slow down,” Shawn turned and stepped out of the tub between the husband and wife. He turned and held out his hand to help her out of the water. The nude black man stopped to fish his phone out of his shorts before pulling her towards the house.

For fuck’s sake, at least dry off first, thought Mike watching Shawn leading Jodi back into the house. He rose out to follow them stopping to towel off. Mike could see through the sliding glass door. Shawn was sitting his wet torso down in Mike’s recliner again. Water wasn’t half as bad as the large volume of sticky semen he’d left dripping down the foot rest and on the carpet last week. Looked like he planned on leaving another mess.

Mike followed them into the house. “You want dis, Mrs. Hayes. Ya gotta work for it.” Shawn was holding the base of his cock. Jodi was standing before him eyes glued to the huge shaft.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Strip and give me a lap dance.”

“No way in hell, I’m stripping for you and I don’t even know what a lap dance is.” Jodi was still staring at Shawn’s cock, dilated pupils seemingly hypnotized following the bulbous head as he moved his cock up and down.

“It’s when you dance close to or on the lap of a customer.”

Jodi’s eyebrows shot up. She shook her head negatively. “You can’t make me do that,” she gasped.

“I ain’t makin ya do nuthin,” laughed Shawn. “Shit bitch you only got two things to take off. You want this cock then you’re gonna have to work for it. I can go, call some other slut to take care of dis.” He shook his cock at her again. “Leave you with jus the little dicked cuck to satisfy you. You want that?” Shawn didn’t get an answer. He leaned forward and stood. “I’m outta here.”

“No wait!” She cried in horror at the thought of him taking his cock away. It was sticking out in front of him, bobbing slightly, that perfectly shaped foot long ebony rod. “Stay. I’ll… I’ll do it. Oh god,” she groaned, waving her hand in front of her face to cool off.

Shawn sat back down with a smug look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

Her brow was beaded with sweat as she continued fanning herself. “It’s so hot in here.”

Shawn nodded. “Good choice.” He typed on his phone and sat it down next to him.

Nelly’s “Hot in Herre,” started coming through the speakers on his phone. Jodi didn’t know the song or the artist. It was horrible, rap was just a “c” shy of crap after all. A bunch of sweaty black people were dancing on the screen of the phone.

“Start dancing, bitch,” ordered Shawn.

Mike watched in fascination as his conservative racist wife slowly began dancing in a skimpy bikini for the nude black man. At first, he was slightly embarrassed for her. She wasn’t a dancer and totally lacked rhythm. They’d danced at the wedding last week and her striptease started much like she had at the reception. Jodi raised her hands in front of her, alternately lifting her shoulders while shaking her hips. He wasn’t a dancer either and they were both relieved when a slow song came on.

The refrain started.

It’s getting’ hot in here

So take off all your clothes

I am gettin so hot

I wanna take my clothes off

“Lose the top,” said Shawn. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her between his legs.

Mike watched Jodi reach behind her and untie the top. The strings and cups slid down her breasts slightly. One of Shawn’s beefy black hands slid up the curve of her back and helped her by undoing the string around her back. The top fell down on Shawn’s pubes. He kissed and sucked first one erect nipple and then the second leaving them glistening with his saliva. His hands on her hips started guiding her movements. Jodi moaned looked away from the ugly black man staring up at her from between her nipples. Mike gulped watching in amazement as suddenly his wife found the beat.

Jodi found her eyes looking down at the video playing on Shawn’s phone. Black women were pulling their tops over their heads or unzipping their tops in the front to reveal their bikini clad bodies. One was standing on a table shaking her booty. Jodi’s ass started shaking violently, her hips gyrating and thrusting back and forth, his hard cock between her thighs. Shawn released her and began kneading her tits. He pushed her away and spun her around.

Jodi backed into him wanting to feel his cock back between her legs. She continued shaking her ass. The second refrain started. The line, I wanna take my clothes off, echoed in her head. I wanna take my clothes off. I wanna take my clothes off. Jodi’s hands were on her tits tugging her nipples. She moved them down to the strings on her hips. I wanna take my clothes off. I wanna take my clothes off for Shawn. She pulled the strings. Her panty came loose and fell down to drape over the huge black cock between her legs. She moved her hands down to her knees, leaning forward to shake her ass at him.

SMACK!”

“Oh!” Jodi jerked as Shawn’s hand fell down on her bare cheek.

“You do it,” said Shawn.

“What?” she asked, body still shaking like the women in the video.

“Spank yoself.”

Jodi kept one hand on her knee and reached the other behind her. She smacked her palm down on the opposite cheek that he had spanked. That one still stung. She spanked her cheek again before returning her hand to her knee to brace herself.

Mike watched in awe as his wife turned into a professional stripper right in front of his eyes. He hadn’t known she had it in her. There was a line in the song about a friend having a pole in the basement. If he thought for a second that Jodi would dance for him like that, he’d have a pole installed in their basement or in every room of the house for that matter.

Jodi stood and turned around to face Shawn. She glanced down at his cock rising up between his covered by her bikini bottom. She braced her hands on his knees and bent down, taking the string of her panty between her teeth. She yanked her head sideways uncovering his cock and tossing her bikini bottom aside. Jodi took the opportunity to lick up the underside of his cock and run her tongue around the crown before standing back up. This time he closed his legs as she straddled them, pressing her pussy down on his shaft. She kept thrusting her hips toward him, moaning as his cock slid back and forth between her legs, the flare of his glans sending tremors through her body every time it flicked over her clit.

Jodi’s gyrations froze the second the song ended. Her hands were on Shawn’s shoulders. Her abundant tits were still shaking as they dangled in the black man’s face. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Her rear end was thrust out rising above Shawn’s lap. The head of his cock was pressing against the entrance to her pussy. Jodi had gone from conservative teacher wife to stripper over the course of a four-minute song. She leaned closer to Shawn, her dilated eyes staring into his own. “Play it again,” she told him.

He didn’t. Instead, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down. She threw her head back, crying out as her emptiness was finally filled by the fulness of his big black cock. She sank into his lap, her body shaking again as she came hard around his cock.

“Yo husband ever make you cum like that?”

“No,” she panted. Jodi wrapped her hands around his neck and rested the side of her face against his while she gasped to catch her breath. Orgasms had been few and far between for most of her sex life and never as powerful as they were with Shawn nor had she ever had multiple orgasms before. They were dangerously addictive.

Jodi sat in his lap grinding her crotch into his, enjoying the feeling of fulfilment his cock gave her pussy. His massive cock twitched impatiently inside her. She pushed up with her feet then sank down on his shaft, slowly at first and only letting a few inches leave her needy pussy. She increased her speed feeling the orgasmic pressure in her womb growing again. “I love your cock,” she whimpered. “I need your cock.” She rode his shaft faster, rising off his lap five inches, then six, then seven. “I need your cock.” Seven became eight, eight became nine. “Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!” Jodi was standing and sitting, standing and sitting. Only the fat swollen head of Shawn’s cock remained in her pussy when she stood. “YYESSSS!” she screamed, slamming down into his lap as the pressure in her womb exploded into a huge orgasm that spread warmth and pleasure throughout her body.

“Damn, Mrs. Hayes. You is one hot slut,” growled Shawn. He sucked one of her swollen teats into his mouth while her head was thrown back arching her back.

She gasped as his tongue flickered over her sensitive nipple. The pleasurable stimuli in her nipple coursed through her body and straight to her womb where the pressure immediately began building again. “No,” she whimpered, unsure if she could survive another powerful orgasm even as her desire for it grew. Jodi tried rising again, her weak legs not pushing her very far up her former student’s shaft.

Shawn grunted around her nipple. The fuck weed didn’t just make his cock rock hard and swollen, he needed to cum as much as she did. His balls were starting to ache. They felt so full of cum, gravity was pulling them down make his nut sack feel stretched out. Shawn grunted again, grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks with both hands. His bulging muscles flexed as he began lifting her up and down his cock as fast as he could trying to get his cock off.

Mike watched their mating with both fascination and horror. Both their bodies were so fit and perfect they looked like they should be fucking. The sight was so erotic, he felt his penis stir and plump up, but without his meds or the weed, it didn’t harden. He stared nearly hypnotized by her outthrust ass as it rose up and down Shawn’s thick shaft. The black man’s beefy hands were squeezing her cheeks, fingers digging into her butt flesh to the point her pale white flesh was turning red between his fingers. Jodi screamed twice, each time, his shaft looked wetter after she cried out. They both grunted and moaned, sounding more like animals mating then two humans. “UNH!” bellowed Shawn. As he raised her back up his shaft, Mike saw that a pudding thick coat of white was flowing down his dark shaft.

“AAAHHH!” Jodi screamed and threw her head back again as Shawn just dropped her. She sank into his lap, his erupting cock sending millions of sperm into her fertile womb. He kept cumming and cumming, overflowing her with semen until it began pouring out around their genitals and flowing down Shawn’s bull-sized testicles to drip all over the carpet.

Jodi sat in Shawn’s lap, breathing heavily for a good fifteen minutes. Her womb properly seeded and her pussy still filled by a hard black cock, she felt totally fulfilled. Her forehead rested on Shawn’s. Shawn patted her ass. “Get off,” he ordered.

“Unh unh,” she declined.

SLAP!  Jodi jumped as his hand smacked down on her cheek. “I said get off,” he ordered louder.

Jodi rested her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself off. His cock fell on his stomach like a chopped redwood. She stood and stepped back. Mike watched Shawn’s semen trickling down on their carpet from her leaking pussy.

Shawn lifted his cock up. “Clean me off,” he said.

She looked at it hungrily. Just like it had last week, his dark cock remained completely hard after his first orgasm. His large ball sack hung over the foot rest on her husband’s recliner. Shawn’s prostate, glands and testes were already working overtime to refill his balls with another load of sperm heavy semen. “I’ll get a wash cloth,” she told him.

Shawn shook his cock at her. “Nah slut, with yo mouth.”

Jodi saw movement out of the corner of her eye and suddenly remembered her husband was there and watching. She smiled at him sadly before dropping to her knees and then falling forward on all fours, her eyes now focused on the twelve inches of black cock being held out for her. She crawled forward and took the head in her mouth, while staring down his flawlessly shaped shaft and at his well-muscled chest. She began bobbing her head. His cock tasted of sweat, semen, and pussy, but the combination of tastes only made her want more. She pushed forward feeling his cock head push into her throat.

Mike’s penis was still trying and failing to get hard as he watched Jodi sucking the black teen. Her dark red hair was partially hiding her face and he could pretend it was some other sexy woman sucking the black man’s cock. He would have paid good money to watch this porn, but it was his wife after all and from a different angle he could see more of her face. It was Jodi’s mouth stretched open around that thick shaft. And it was Jodi’s large breasts, swinging pendulously beneath her. Her tits were so big, her erect nipples were nearly scraping the carpet as they swung beneath her. They were pulling her downwards and by the time she’d crammed half his cock down her throat, Jodi was crawling forward to sit up on her knees to suck his cock. She wrapped both hands around the base of the shaft jerking the bottom as she sucked the top.

Jodi couldn’t help herself. She began sucking his cock harder and faster. Something flipped a switch in her brain. She loved sucking Shawn’s cock. She recalled how good his cum had tasted last week and she wanted more. “That’s how a real man tastes, Mrs. Hayes,” he’d said to her. The yearning emptiness was rapidly returning only now it was her belly that felt empty and it would take this black nineteen-year old’s black semen to fill that emptiness. She sucked faster, releasing her hands from the base so she could deep throat his hard young cock. She managed ten inches this time an inch more than last week. Her brain pictured a future where she could swallow all twelve inches of Shawn’s big black cock to show her appreciation for it.

Tears welled up in Jodi’s eyes and slid down her cheeks. What the hell had she become? The weed was evil! She vowed never to use it again. She wouldn’t give Shawn Wright the pleasure of seeing her behave like a complete slut ever again, but for now she was a complete slut and she wanted his seed in her stomach. She let go again and sucked him deep, inhaling through her nose. Aw fuck it, she thought. Jodi forced her head down, his cock head pushing deep down her throat, she fought off her gag reflex, trying not to choke on the thick piece of meat. The future is now, she thought, her lips pursed on his pubic hairs as she swallowed all twelve inches.

“Gawd damn, you get an A+ in cock sucking, teach tilf,” groaned Shawn leaning back in the chair.

Her body trembled with pleasure at the knowledge that she’d just pleased the young black man. Her satisfied pussy began to yearn to have his cock in it again even as the hunger for his seed grew in her belly. As happy as she was, she couldn’t keep his giant cock down her throat for long. She drew back, jerking him off again while bobbing her head furiously over the end of his cock.

His black cock convulsed violently.

Shawn’s cum shot down her throat. After two more convulsions, her belly felt full and all she could think about was tasting his delicious cum again. She pulled back, the flare of his glans scraping across her uvula as his cock head entered her mouth. Instantly, her cheeks ballooned out as her mouth filled with seed. She gulped. Her mouth filled again. The taste of his scrumptious semen registered in her brain. “This is how a real man tastes, Mrs. Hayes.” This is how a real man tastes, she thought, jerking his shaft off and letting long wads of semen fly across her tongue. Real men taste really good, she thought, jerking on his shaft as the long wads turned to short wads before becoming small squirts that turned into a constant dribbling from the head.

She kept the head in her mouth until the strong shaft finally lost a little bit of its steel. When she finally let his spent cock fall from her mouth, her tongue licked around her lips do get any of the cum that had leaked out.

“Damn, yo wife sure knows how to drain a brotha, Mr. Hayes.” Shawn sat back in the chair. Now it was his turn to gasp for breath. “Grab me another beer.”

Mike glared at the black man, but turned and headed to the kitchen to get a beer out of the refrigerator. When he came back, they were standing. Shawn was behind Jodi, holding her tightly against his body. One of his hands was squeezing her breast. Her eyes were closed and she was pushing her back against Shawn’s crotch. The black man reached out his other hand for the beer.

“Upstairs, Mrs. Hayes?” said Shawn, pulling the tab on the beer.

Jodi nodded and led him towards the stairs.

Mike watched them go. Shawn’s cock was sticking straight out again, ready to go another round. When they reached the second floor, Mike turned and went back to the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels and some carpet cleaner to clean up the mess.

For Mike, the rest of the night was a repeat of last week except that when he went upstairs, he found himself locked out of the master bedroom and had to sleep in the guest room.

**********

Shawn woke up with a hardon and aching balls. Jodi was on her back, covers pulled down to her waist. At that moment in time, she wasn’t quite the sex goddess. She hadn’t cleaned up after their last encounter, a titty fuck where he’d blown a massive load all over her face. Flakes of sperm covered her face and her hair was matted down and clumped up. Her belly and tits were covered with dried cum also from the encounter before that when Shawn had pulled his cock out of her pussy and ejaculated his last few wads on her stomach and tits.

Jodi groaned when he rolled her over on her side. Shawn climbed up behind her and raised her ass up with her head buried in the pillow. She came to her senses when he placed his hands on her hips. Jodi spread her legs and braced herself for what was coming, her arousal already running down her thighs. They were covered in sperm flakes also. He lined the head of his cock up with her pussy lips and pushed it in.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned into the pillow.

“Fuck yeah,” he added, sinking his cock in to the balls. She took him easier now, her pussy resized for the BBC. He worked his cock in and out wondering if she gave it up, would her pussy contract back to normal. It didn’t matter, he’d never known a woman that could give up the BBC once she’d had it.

She started pushing back into his thrusts when he started withdrawing about half his shaft before thrusting it back in. Shawn stared at her ass. It was perfect, upthrust with well-rounded cheeks, better than any black woman’s ass he’d ever seen and he’d seen some great asses. Jodi’s ass was flawless, pristine… untapped. Her back was flawless too for that matter from the curve above her ass to the rise of her shoulder blades. Her cheeks were an unblemished white, his spanks had been soft enough not to leave a mark for long. There were a few freckles on her back, but mostly they were on her front torso.

He ran his hands over her full globes, increasing his thrusts and feeling the tight embrace of her pussy trying to hold his cock still while she came all around his shaft. He didn’t stop, continuing to fuck her through this and soon another orgasm. His balls were aching and he needed to get off.

Shawn spread her cheeks apart. This view wasn’t so pretty. Her tightly clenched rosebud stared back at him waiting to be fucked for the first time. He’d tap it soon enough, but he wouldn’t break it in. Still it was tempting him with it’s untapped potential. Her sphincter wasn’t even brown like all his other women even the white ones. It was a puckered pink like her nipples making rosebud and apt name. What wasn’t pretty about her pink anus and the crack of her ass was that his sperm had poured from her pussy and ran down her crack, leaving a trail of dried flakes that looked like an ice flow inside a canyon’s walls.

He squeezed her ass cheek and moved his thumb closer towards her tightly puckered anus. Pushing his thumb it wouldn’t ruin her would it? He moved his thumb to it and pressed it against her rosebud. She jerked slightly in surprise, but kept fucking him back. He removed his hand, but only long enough to spit on his thumb. She jerked again when he returned his thumb to her anus, this time pushing down harder. He hoped this didn’t count as taking her anal virginity even if his thumb was as thick as her husband’s penis.

“Shawn, what are you…AAAHH!!” Jodi jumped harder as his thumb pushed through the opening to her ass. This time she quit pushing back trying to pull away from the intruder in her rear. “Shawn…uh…stop…that’s my ass!” He buried his thumb in to the knuckle, pushing his cock in to the balls. “OHSHITCUMMING!” she screamed into the pillow, her pussy contracting all around his cock while her anus squeezed down around the thumb in her ass.

Shawn fucked her through her orgasm while holding his thumb in her ass. She came again when he emptied his balls in her womb. He pulled both his thumb and cock out and shot his last few loads across her back. He released his cock and stared at it rising up over her white ass. It throbbed with his pulse, slowly falling as it deflated and came to rest over her rear end, the head in the small of her back, dribbling out semen into a small pool.

He gave her a playful smack on the ass and got off the bed to go take a shower. When he finished, Jodi was still in the same position and looked like she’d fallen asleep. His clothes were downstairs so he just walked downstairs naked, his cock slapping from thigh to thigh as he descended the steps. Mike was in the kitchen wearing one of those goofy white boy golfing outfits. Mr. Hayes’ eyes immediately went to Shawn’s swinging cock. His eyes narrowed, lips tightening as he stared enviously at a penis nearly twice as big as his own. “No breakfast?” asked Shawn.

Mike jumped slightly aware he’d been staring at Shawn’s big black cock. His expression turned blank, but his cheeks flushed slightly. “No, I need to get moving. You can see yourself out.”

Shawn watched the white boy leave before walking over to the fridge and helping himself to another beer.

**********

Jodi woke up when her alarm went off. She could have slept another 8 hours, Shawn having kept her awake most of the night. She forced herself off the bed, feeling wads of his semen sliding down her back. More was sliding down her thighs. She stopped in the bathroom to stare at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the well-fucked face staring back at her. She looked like a dozen men had ejaculated on her. Her husband probably hadn’t ejaculated this much in his entire life. The only advantage sex with Mike had over Shawn was that there was far less mess. She leaned in closer, her pupils were still dilated, but they’d shrunken some. She’d searched this side effect of the weed last week and it appeared the dilation was linked to arousal.

If her reflection was telling her anything, it was that she needed to pray for guidance. She might be able to blame the weed for lowering her inhibitions while making her horny, but she didn’t have to derive so much pleasure from her encounters with Shawn. She turned away from the mirror, turning the hot water on in the shower. When it was warm enough, she stepped inside.

Jodi started with her hair. She threw her head back and let the water soak it before adding the shampoo. The bible said nothing about marijuana or drug use as far as she could remember, but it did say people were supposed to be good stewards of their bodies. Sucking Shawn off was sodomy by some definitions and what the hell was he thinking sticking his thumb in her rear end? And why had she seemed to enjoy it? Jodi’s pussy wrenched with yearning. Her hand had just run her sponge over her breast. Her nipples were still erect and the contact was sending signals to her pussy. She returned to her thoughts while continuing meticulously trying to rid her skin of every dried flake of Shawn’s semen.

Of course, her biggest sin was adultery. That violated one of god’s commandments. That might require more then simple prayer, she might need to speak with her pastor. She didn’t like that idea, his wife was a bit of a gossip and she wasn’t convinced he’d keep their talks confidential. Adultery was a sin, but Shawn’s cock was the personification of temptation. It just felt too good, especially when he came inside her adulterous womb. Her pussy clenched down around his imaginary cock. She was feeling empty again. “Hmm, fuck me Shawn,” she moaned. Jodi looked down. She’d dropped the sponge and had one hand fingering her pussy while her other hand squeezed and tugged on her nipples. Enough of his seed had leaked from her pussy that she was starting to get horny again. Maybe, he’d be up for one more fuck before she left for church?

Get a hold of yourself, girl, she thought stepping out of the shower and drying herself off. She stared at herself in the mirror. She was clean again and beautiful, but she still felt dirty. She wanted Shawn again and she hoped he’d gone home removing the temptation from her sight. Deep down, she feared he was still here and even worse, Shawn seemed to think they owed him for smoking three of his joints. Was he expecting another weekend of fucking her? Her pussy quivered as the emptiness and her need to fill that emptiness grew. “No more weed, Jodi,” she told her reflection. “Stay strong.”

Jodi dressed and walked downstairs.

“Lookin good, Mrs. Hayes?”

Jodi jumped a little. He was sitting naked in her husband’s chair, drinking from a can of beer. “You startled me,” she said. “Where’s Mike?”

“Off playing with his little white balls,” said Shawn, grinning at his own stupid joke. “Why you dressed up?”

“For church.”

“Turn around.”

Jodi slowly turned around for her black student. Her church outfit today was a far cry from the nun-like covering she’d worn last week. She’d pulled a sun dress on over her head, one of the new outfits she’d purchased this week. The dress was sleeveless and cut low enough to display some cleavage. The hem stopped just above her knees. Displaying this much skin was unusual for her. She rarely even wore shorts or tee shirts except for the hottest summer days.

Jodi had developed young and had started getting male attention as an early teen. She liked it from some boys and others not so much. She’d dressed like any other girl then. She’d even wore modest bikinis to the pool. The problem was she didn’t have a modest body. Her breasts were a C-cup by fourteen, DD’s by 16, and she’d had her current E-cups since 18. She had started to worry her breasts would never stop growing. Every man who saw her, ogled her. Older men hit on her and she even had a creepy uncle whose hugs grew a little uncomfortable. Even more embarrassing for her, the attention made her nipples grow.

One Saturday, day during senior year she was wearing shorts that barely covered her butt cheeks like most of her friends were wearing. Her parents wouldn’t approve and she’d left home wearing sweat pants to hide them. She was also wearing a sleeveless tank top that left her belly bare and the outlines of her nipples visible through her bra. She rounded a corner and found herself in the middle of a gang of black youths, some were classmates of hers. They stood and surrounded her. Jodi froze trembling in fear. Some of the men slowly circled her like vultures circling their next meal. They all were openly ogling her.

“Yo, check this ho out.” “It’s Jodi Jugs!” “How you doing, white girl?” “You got pink nipples, gurl? Let me see them?” “Gurl, you fine.” You ever tried dark meat, bitch?” “Leave her alone, can’t you see she’s scared?”

“Hey, where you going, gurl? What’s your hurry?” One black man that appeared to be in his late twenties called after her when she pushed through the group. “You want some of this?” He grabbed his crotch through his low hanging sweats. His hand didn’t even cover the large tubular swell.

They laughed as she picked up speed to get away from them. She’d feared the worse, being dragged into an alley and raped, but they didn’t even follow her. She was also aware that her nipples were painfully hard and scraping against her bra.

She’d held that event against black men ever since even though she’d encountered plenty of decent friendly people of color over the years, she was never friendly back, only polite. The same day she’d encountered the black youths, she agreed to go with friends to a party. She wore the same outfit. She tried her first drink, rum punch and found it going straight to her head. She found herself getting a lot of attention from her male classmates. Some were big and handsome. They all were drunk and obnoxious, staring at her tits, asking her to go into a bedroom with them. They behaved as badly as the black men had earlier, but she didn’t hold their race against them. They were just jerks. A nerdy friend of hers that helped tutor her offered to drive her home. She stared out the window most of the ride, her nipples were hard and she was damp between the legs from all the male attention. She asked him to pull over into the park and he thought she was going to throw up. He was shocked when she looked over and pulled her top off over her head. “I don’t want to be a virgin any longer,” she told him. He didn’t have condoms; probably never thought he’d need them. Fifteen minutes after moving to the back seat, stripping, kissing, having her nipples sucked for the first time (she liked that), and him pulling out a thin five-inch penis that she found unthreatening, they were no longer virgins. The teenager shook nervously the entire time and came after only a few strokes, not pulling out in time. They were dressed and back on their way to her house in less then a half hour since pulling over, neither saying much most of the way.

Jodi showered when she got home, feeling dirty, and trying to force out as much of the teen’s sperm as she could. There were only a few drops and it hadn’t shot very deep, but she still feared he may have gotten her pregnant. What scared her most was how disappointed her parents would be in her for having a baby out of wedlock.

She stared at her nude body in the mirror. This is the problem, she thought, hefting her tits. They were the reason men lusted after her. They were the reason the boy who took her virginity had only lasted a few strokes and been unable to pull out in time. She turned sideways. This doesn’t help either, she thought, spanking her palm against her firm upthrust rear end.

That night, Jodi dreamed she was surrounded by the black boys again only this time she was nude. Hands came out grabbing her tits or her ass cheeks. They yanked the saggy pants down, pulling out large black phalluses twice the size of the boy’s penis she’d just given her maidenhead to. The hard black phalluses poked at her from all directions. She grabbed some pushing them away, her hands stroking up and down the thrusting black shafts. Another, poked at her mouth, mashing against her lips as she held them tightly shut. Hands grabbed her hips, raising her ass. She felt the tip of one of the large black phalluses poking at her wet pussy lips. Why hadn’t she worn clothes? The black man slammed his dark dick forward.

Jodi woke up. She was panting and sweaty. Her nipples her pulling out her areolae. Her thighs were soaked. She recalled the dream vividly, a part of her believing the devil had sent it to her as temptation. Even more tempting was that her vagina was soaked and needed something in it. Jodi found herself moaning and fingering herself while squeezing one of her plump teats. She tried not to think of her dream and failed miserably. She was thinking about the unseen black boy thrusting his cock into her when she had her first orgasm.

The next day, Jodi walked downstairs and despite it being a hot spring day, she was wearing slacks and a long sleeve shirt. The only skin she was showing on her chest was enough open buttons on her collar to display her cross. Her parents looked pleased, especially her mom who was dressed all in black except for a gray shawl that hung low enough to cover the prodigious bosom that her daughter had inherited.

And for the next sixteen years, Jodi had done her best to hide a body that didn’t want to be hidden from the eyes of men up until last week when Shawn Wright had ripped her blouse off her and said, “I want chu dressed sexy from now on.”

“Damn, you one sexy bitch, Mrs. Hayes, said Shawn, grabbing his dangling cock and stroking it as he stared at her in the sundress. He stared at her sandal covered feet and ran his eyes up her legs, over her skirt, to her trim waist, and the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were now pushing out through her bra and the top. “Take it off.”

“But Shawn, I really need to go to church…”

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”

Jodi froze, staring at her former student’s brutish face. She looked down, his cock was plumping up. She wanted it again, needed it to fill the void inside her. Her hands fell to her sides, grabbing into the dress. There was no longer enough time to go to church if she fucked him again. Her hands pulled the skirt up. There’d be no praying for the strength to resist temptation. She pulled the skirt up over her panty.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” said Shawn. There were no more granny panties for her. This one was lacy and black, see thru enough her red pubes were visible.

Jodi fought off a strong urge to dance for him again. There would be no praying for forgiveness. She pulled the dress up to her tits, revealing her flat sexy belly. There would be no praying for her soul. She pulled the dress off over her head.

“Fuck yeah, Mrs. Hayes. Fuck yeah.” He stared greedily at her bra. It matched her panty, black and lacy, squeezing her breasts together and her nipples were visible thru the cup clearly erect and rose colored. “Fuck yeah,” he said approvingly. Her hands moved up to the hook between her breasts. “Wait,” he said. “Turn around.”

She turned around, displaying her body for him again, but this time only in her underwear. The panty wasn’t a thong, but it hid nothing and the white skin showing through the black lace was even sexier. She faced him again. Shawn was stroking his cock. Her hands moved back up to her bra.

“Not yet,” he said, staring at his cock. It looked hard and huge to her. Shawn shook it and the black monster flopped a little. “I wanna try a recharge. Go grab the bong and my pants.”

Jodi glanced down at his cock. It certainly looked hard enough to fuck and she was more then ready for it. Shawn looked impatient as he stared at her. He liked to be obeyed. She turned and headed to the kitchen. She stepped out onto the deck and into the sunlight. The bong was where they’d left it on the side of the hot tub. His pants were on the deck. She returned them both to her black lover. Jodi stood, watching him pull a bag out of his pocket with a small amount of fuck weed still in it. He filled the bowl and lit it.

“You can sit down, Mrs. Hayes.”

Jodi sat down on the couch, watching Shawn take a hit. He held the bong out for her. “No thanks, I’m good.”

“Come on Mrs. Hayes, take a hit.”

“No thanks,” she said again. No more fuck weed for her.

Shawn took it back at took a hit, holding it in before exhaling the smoke in her direction. Mike would have a fit if he knew Shawn was smoking in their house. Not that Mike was a real man enough to do anything about it. “Here, Mrs. Hayes.” He held it out for her.

Her eyes flickered down to the lit marijuana in the bowl of the bong. “I’m done with that stuff, Shawn.”

Take it. I don’t need anymore.” Indeed, his cock was hard again, any of the floppiness was gone. His balls were big and seemed to be swelling before her eyes. His cock really was pure masculine perfection. She shook her head. “Come on Mrs. Hayes, you still owe me for smoking some of my weed. Finish this off and we’ll call it even.”

That got her attention. “You mean I’ll be done with you?”

“If you want to be done with me, but you got the itch now, Mrs. Hayes. You gonna want the BBC again and it’s gonna be me or someone else that gives it to ya.”

Sweat started to bead on Jodi’s brow as she stared at Shawn’s cock in all it’s giant perfection. “I’ll be fine without the weed,” she stated without conviction. She did have an itch inside her, but that was from the weed, right? The itch had started after Shawn’s cock had opened up new territory, deeper than Mike could reach. “You’ll really leave us alone?” she asked, eyes flickering back and forth from big black cock to the bong.

“If that’s what chu wants.”

Jodi reached out and took the bong. She bent down and placed her lips around the end sucking the smoke up into her lung through the pipe. She wanted to laugh. Several weeks ago, the very thought of putting her lips somewhere a black man’s lips had just been would have disgusted her. Now her lips had been on his lips, had his tongue in her mouth, and wrapped around his huge cock. She exhaled and took another hit. The sense of relaxation already spreading through her body. She really did have a fucking itch. She snorted out some smoke, wanting to laugh. Her fucking itch was an itch to fuck! She took in her fifth and final hit, her brain wondering if the itch was going to get so bad, she’d actually have to call Shawn to cum over… snort! Come over and scratch it. She certainly wasn’t going to fuck some other black guys and where’d she find one with a cock like Shawn’s anyway? Jodi’s eyes rolled up in her head as he lids closed, the bong falling from her fingers. Already her brain was recalling her first sight of Shawn’s huge black cock as he stood up in the hot tub, her hands reaching out to touch it. She collapsed on the couch.

Shawn sprang up and picked the bong up off the couch, patting at the ashes to make sure they were out. Mrs. Hayes was slumped over on the couch. He lifted her and sat her up, her head falling forward. He made sure she was stable before letting her go. His phone was still by the recliner. He grabbed it and opened the text app. “Ready,” he typed and sent. Might as well have a little something to remember this, he thought. He opened the video app and hit play, resting the phone against his empty beer can on the stand by the char and aimed at Mrs. Hayes.

He stood up and walked towards the front door, giant erect cock bobbing in front of him. He didn’t give a shit if any of the neighbors saw a nude black man standing in the Haye’s doorway. He was reaching for the handle to open the door when it rang.

DING DONG!