Mothers and Sons update.

 I've been working on Mothers and Sons. This is from the period where the sons are growing up.

A few days later, in a hospital in the next county.

“Why’s it so dark? Doctor is that normal?” Dani’s mom looked at her grandson confused.

“It is when the father is black,” said the doctor handing the baby off to a nurse.

“Oh my god!” said Neil, swaying on his feet.

“Grab him, he’s going to faint,” said the doctor.

Neil waved the nurse off. “No, I’m fine. Better than fine. Ha. I knew it.” He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.

You don’t have to look so happy, thought Dani, too exhausted to say anything. She still had the afterbirth to push out. She watched Neil turn around and leave her life for good. They’d broken up weeks after Sturgis. It was mutual. After Flex, she had no interest in sex with Neil anymore and he could tell things were different with her. He’d been convinced something had happened between her and the muscular black man. He couldn’t shake it. And now he had his proof.

“Is the baby, okay?” shouted her dad from outside the room as Neil left. “Neil, what is it?”

“Spayachapa?” called her grandfather.

“I’ll go talk to them,” said Dani’s grandmother. She glanced at Dani and shook her head, disappointed.

The next day her grandparents were in the room. Her parents hadn’t come to see her that morning.

“I am so happy for you, Wet Beaver,” said Pierre Bourdeux.

“Why is that, grandfather?” she asked, holding her baby boy. He was very dark.

“You and Neil’s baby has been blessed by the spirit of the York.”

Pierre’s wife sighed. “Neil is not the baby’s father, White Eagle. The father is a black man.”

“As was the York,” said Pierre. “The baby will be a man among men. You are truly blessed, granddaughter.”

“What’s a York?” she asked.

“The York was the leader of the white man’s expedition to our lands.”

“Don’t listen to the old fool. York was Clark’s slave,” said Dani’s grandmother.

“Oh,” said Dani. She’d had local history in fourth grade and remembered hearing something about a black slave in the Lewis and Clark expedition.

“The York was no man’s slave,” argued White Eagle. “He was a man of big medicine and he spread his big medicine to many a squaw among our people. There were many braves thrilled when their wives presented them with strong dark-skinned sons nine months later.”

A nurse came in and took the baby. “Have you thought of a name yet?” she asked.

She didn’t remember Flex’s last name, nor did she particularly want her son to have it. “Yes, I think I have. His name is York. York Bordeaux.”

White Eagle threw his head back. “Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me. I am small and weak I come to you as one of your children. I need your strength and wisdom. Bless and give strength to this child, York…”

Danielle sat back in the bed, listening to her grandfather’s prayer turn into a chant. It soothed her. She was a single mother to a mixed-race baby, but somehow, she knew everything would be alright.

**********

“Mommy, mommy.”

Dani bent down and scooped York up. “How was the first day of school, honey?”

“Mommy, there’s a boy that looks like me.”

“There’s another black boy in your class?” she asked in surprise. There wasn’t another black family in the entire county.

“His name’s Max and we played at recess together and he’s… there he is.”

Dani glanced where York was pointing and saw another six-year-old black boy with very dark skin. The image of a powerful muscular black man bending down to scoop the boy up flashed in her mind. “Why yes, I’m a single father,” he told her. Her wet beaver curse kicked in and her pussy began drooling at the thought. Flex had created a need within her that hadn’t been filled in seven years.

Her hopes were dashed when a stunningly attractive blonde bent down to lift Max up just as she had lifted York up. Lucky bitch, she thought. The woman stood; Max balanced on one hit. Not only did this woman probably have a black husband, but her looks and body rivaled Dani’s own. She was dressed in cutoff jeans that showed off her strong fit legs. Heeled cowgirl boots were on her feet. She wore a plaid sleeveless top tied up to show off her tanned flat belly. Long blonde hair blew in the wind behind her. She also possessed a large proud bosom that rivaled Dani’s own DDs and were probably slightly larger.

Dani looked great to. She was also coming off her summer tan which made her resemble her Sioux heritage more. She wore a short summer dress, the skirt blowing up to her strong thighs in the breeze. Her feet were clad in authentic moccasins her grandmother had made for her. “Let’s go meet your friend,” she said, putting York down.

“Hi,” said Dani, approaching the blonde. The blonde dropped her black son. The two six-year-olds ran up to each other and fist bumped.

“Hi,” said the blonde. She held her hand out. “Wendy. Wendy Whiteman.” Her eyes were as blue as Dani’s.

Some of her jealousy left her when she didn’t see a wedding ring on Wendy’s other hand. Dani held her hand out. “Danielle Bourdeaux.”

The two women shook hands.

**********

“Cheers.”

Dani clinked her wine glass to Wendy’s. “Cheers,” she replied.

Max and York were wrestling in the living room of Dani’s trailer. “Sorry, I know it’s not much, but it’s all I can afford bartending.”

“My place isn’t much better, but I’m also renting. I waitress at the Pronghorn. Have to pick up a few double shifts a month to cover rent.” Wendy wasn’t coming off as very pretentious. Dani liked her. “Is York’s father in the picture?”

“No.” Dani set her glass down. Her cheeks flushed red. “He was… he was a one-night stand.”

Wendy just nodded. “Max’s dad was more of a thirty-night stand. We met at Sturgis in 2002.”

“I met York’s dad at Sturgis in 2002!” gasped Dani.

“Was his name Gus?”

“Was his name Flex?”

They spoke over each other, both giggling and taking another sip of wine. “Flex?” asked Wendy.

“Nickname. His real name was Shane something. He was trying to get into bodybuilding. I swear his muscles had muscles.”

“How big was the muscle between his legs?” asked Wendy. Dani was sipping her wine and snorted. “Gus was over a foot long.”

“Flex too. The thing was a fucking monster.” She wiped wine off her chin with a napkin.

“Best thing I ever had. How’d you hook up?”

“My boyfriend lost a bet with him playing pool but he kind of stalked me after seeing me in a bikini contest…”

“Wet Beaver!”

Dani paused, staring at Wendy as it dawned on her. She slapped her palm on her head. “You’re the cowgirl that beat me? I knew you looked familiar.”

“Well, holy shit! What a coincidence.”

“Mommy, can we go play outside?” asked York, running up.

“Sure baby. You and Max go have fun.”

Wendy watched the boys leave. She held her empty wine glass out. “Now that the boys are gone, I want details.”

“Alright, but only if I get details on you and Gus.” Dani tipped the bottle and filled Wendy’s glass before topping hers off.

“Deal.”

**********

“Alright boys, go on in,” said Dani, watching Max and York run into the dojang. They look so cute in their little white uniforms… dobaks.”

“Class line up,” yelled Master Frank. He was a white man, but was a Tae Kwon do instructor for Grandmaster Kim whose school was in Sioux Falls.

Dani sat in the waiting room and watched the kids go through their warm up exercises. They’d become as close as brothers throughout the year and Wendy had become the sister she’d never had. The two women had formed a close friendship and support network, taking turns watching the boys, picking them up from school, etc. The two boys were so close, one of their teachers was concerned they weren’t socializing enough with their other classmates. She also mentioned that being the only black students in the school, they were teased a little, nothing too serious and the boys took it well. She suggested sports for team building, but Max and York could have cared less about tee ball or soccer. They had run around play fighting after watching the original Karate Kid on television. So Wendy suggested trying Tae Kwon Do.

“How they doin?” asked Wendy, coming in and taking the folding chair beside Dani.

Dani leaned over and sniffed her friend. “Mmmm, you’re making me hungry.” Wendy always smelled like steak after working a shift at the Pronghorn Steakhouse. “And the boys are raw, but catching on quickly. Make sure they practice their forms before bed. Thanks for watching them.” Dani got up and waved at York through the glass, though he was focusing on his beginner form.

“Wait,” said Wendy, standing up. She stood before Dani, reaching down and pulling Dani’s plaid shirt out of the jean shorts. The two women’s uniforms were remarkably similar, plaid shirts and cutoff jean shorts. Dani’s shirt was sleeveless where Wendy’s had sleeves and her name tag as well as some buttons of steers and steaks. Wendy also wore her short cowgirl boots while Dani wore her grandmother’s moccasins. Wendy lifted the bottom of Dani’s shirt and tied it up between her breasts, leaving her sexy tummy exposed. The fathers in the waiting room all turned their attention away from their children and towards the two women. “There, I just earned you another hundred in tips tonight.”

“Thanks, I need it to pay for these classes.”

“You know…” Wendy paused, her fingers fixing Dani’s collar. “Sturgis is coming up in a couple of months.”

Dani felt her nipples rising. They’d be out the rest of the night, pushing through her thin bra and making points in the shirt. And there’s another fifty dollars, she thought. Sturgis made her think of Flex and thinking of Flex made her nipples hard and her beaver wet. “Yeah, but who will watch the boys?” she sighed. Neither of their parents associated much with either of the women and Dani’s grandparents were too old to watch them for more than one night.

“I know Dani, but I got the itch to go back to Sturgis real bad,” she said staring at her friend.

“Yeah, you know I got the same itch.”

Wendy paused, sucking her lower lip into her mouth, her eyes pleading with Dani. “Maybe… What if… What if we split the week up. I went for a few days and then you went?”

“Alone? You want to go alone and visit the bars looking for some big black…” Dani paused and lowered her voice. “Looking for someone to scratch out itches?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“That’s so slutty, Wendy. I don’t know…” Her thought wondered off. She pictured herself dressed like a tramp walking into a crowded bar and seeing Flex standing over by a pool table, chalking his stick. He was smiling at her as she approached. “Maybe, we could work something out.” She thought. “White Eagle could probably watch the kids while I’m at work and you’re gone.”

“Let’s do it, Dani.” Wendy held her hand out. Dani took hers and the two women shook on it.

Sturgis week arrived near the end of the summer. They rented a room for six days with the plan being for Wendy to take the first half and Dani the second half. Dani watched the boys, her anticipation had her in a state on constant arousal. She laid in bed, fingering herself while fantasizing she was in Sturgis, walking into a bar and there was Flex waiting for her. “I’ve returned here every year, hoping to find you, my love,” he told her. Dani climaxed, sighing as she came down from her orgasm. She fell asleep deeply dreaming about Flex or anonymous black men with huge cocks. She waited, a travel bag by the door. On day three, she cooked the boys’ lunch and kept waiting. She texted Wendy, but got no response. Nor did she get a response the next day or the next. 

Wendy drove up and parked on the street at the end of the six days. She looked tired and bedraggled, but well satisfied. Dani came out of the house with Max who ran straight to his mother, giving her a big hug.

He ran to his mother and gave her a big hug. Wendy looked up at Dani. “Sorry,” she mouthed.

Dani just closed the door. Her three-day mini vacation was over and she had a shift at the bar that night. She’d get her grandparents to watch York instead of Wendy.

Dani bartended at a bar and restaurant called The Bison: Burgers and Beer. She shortened it to 3B or just The Bison. She wore a leather painted Sioux headband around her head that her grandmother had made. Her plaid shirt was tied up to show off her belly and denim shorty shorts that bared her long fit legs. Wendy had been right about tying her shirt up. Showing off her belly was earning her more in tips. She’d even dress like this in winter as the Bison had a large fireplace that kept the place warm.

“We need to talk if not for our friendship then for the boys.”

Dani looked up to see Wendy take a seat at the bar. Her eyes narrowed but she threw a coaster down in front of Wendy and poured her a beer. “Talk,” she said.

Wendy apologized. She didn’t find what she was looking for until the third day there. The black man was young and handsome, with a wiry build and an eleven-inch fatty of a cock. After their first fuck, he didn’t want her to leave nor did she want to. “I’m not making excuses, but after the week was up, he wanted me to go with him to California.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go.”

“It wasn’t easy, but I couldn’t abandon Max. Forgive me?”

“Next year, I go first.”

“Agreed.”

**********

Dani went first the next year and found a gray-haired black biker with a beer gut and a twelve-inch uncircumcised cock that scratched her itch. Interestingly enough, he didn’t like being called the “N” word and flipped her over, spanking her ass red while fucking her from behind after she’d used it. It must have just been a kink of Flex’s and she’d be wary of using it with other black men in the future. She left him a key to the room and when Wendy arrived, she was pleasantly surprised to find a black man already waiting for her.

They took their yearly trips to Sturgis, sometime with success and sometimes without. There were always hung black men there, but most had already claimed or been claimed by women. Sometimes they found a hung white man, but quickly discovered that endowed white men were usually smaller in the 10-to-12-inch range and they always preferred a giant black cock, but they took what they could get.

The rest of the year wasn’t completely dry for the women. Occasionally a hung man would eat at the Ponderosa or come in for a drink at The Bison. These were often lone men traveling the country on motorcycles or often truck drivers. Some of the truck drivers became semi regulars stopping off to see Wendy or Dani whenever their routes took them nearby and they had the time to spare.

But these encounters didn’t happen frequently enough to keep either woman satisfied.

**********

The mothers and sons were gathered around the table at Wendy’s place. The cake was half eaten. Wendy was sipping her wine. Dani was dipping a napkin into a glass of water and using it to wipe blue icing off York’s face. “There,” she said, once his face was clean.

“Mom, can we go play in my room?” asked Max.

“Sure,” said Wendy, watching the two boys run off. She stood and walked over to a drawer, taking out a gift-wrapped box. She sat it in front of Dani. “Happy 30^th, girlfriend.”

“What’s this?” she asked, picking the box up. “You already gave me my present.”

“Open it.”

Dani undid the wrapper and opened the box. She peaked in gasping and quickly closed it again, looking towards Max’s room to make sure the boys hadn’t seen it. “Wendy!”

Wendy laughed. “Trust me, it’s exactly what you need.”

Dani double checked that the boys weren’t coming before opening the box. She pulled out the plastic encased dildo. It was called “The BBC Lifelike Dildo” and it was indeed lifelike, molded to look like real life foot long black cock. Dani stared at it, immediately feeling her pussy start to lubricate. “I’ll never use it,” she mumbled, staring at it.

“Why not? I used mine nearly every day. It’s not as good as the real thing, but it helps.”

“I’m not that kind of girl.”

“You don’t masturbate?”

Dani blushed. “I use my fingers.”

“The dildo’s better.” Wendy stood up. “Follow me.”

Dani hastily replaced the dildo and hid it back in the box. She stood up from the table and followed Wendy into her bedroom. Dani glanced into a dresser drawer as Wendy pulled it open. She gasped again as Wendy reached in and pulled out a giant dildo. “Jesus, Wendy. That thing’s bigger then Flex.”

“Bigger than Gus too. I upgraded to this one. It’s called the King Dong. It vibrates with three settings.” She pressed a button on the bottom. The giant dildo began to softly vibrate. It was simply huge at around 14” in length and thick too. The cock was also molded to look like a real one with veins and ridges crisscrossing it. It was very streamlined. “And this.” The vibrator began shaking faster, almost violently.

“What’s the last setting?” asked Dani, staring at it curiously.

“That’s the best. Watch.”

The dildo went back to a slow vibration. “It’s the same as slow speed.”

“Keep watching.”

The dildo vibrations picked up as the minutes passed. Soon it was shaking violently again and suddenly it jerked. Dani half expected to see large strands of semen spurting out from the tip. The thing jerked several more times simulating an ejaculating cock. “Wow,” she hissed.

“Gets me off every time,” said Wendy. “Want to try it?”

“No,” she gasped.

 “Come on, it’s great,” she said again, holding the dildo out to Dani who didn’t take it. “Want to watch me use it?” Her pulse quickened as she stared at her friend, looking for some sort of reaction. What she got was shock.

“What? No.” Dani chuckled nervously, thinking Wendy was pulling her leg.

“Well, if you ever want to borrow it, just ask.”

“I’m not going to use the other one.” Dani watched Wendy hold the dresser while returning the dildo. Batteries rolled along the bottom of the drawer. “You have two?” There was another black dildo in the drawer.

Wendy reached in and pulled out the second dildo. It was a replica of the one she’d gifted to Dani, a non-vibrating 12” lifelike black dildo. She held one in each hand. “Sometimes I like to use them both.”

**********

They celebrated Christmas at Dani’s trailer that year. The women were so close, Santa placed both boys presents under her tree that year. Max had stayed over that night anyway, so they both woke up together and opened their presents. Wendy had spent Christmas Eve with a hung truck driver that occasionally stopped nearby when traveling along I-90. He was mixed race Latino/Black and had an eleven inch knobby headed cock that really stimulated her clit every time he fucked her. Since Max was at Dani’s, he’d stayed over at Wendy’s and they’d fucked all night. He had a wife at home and being with Wendy gave him some comfort missing his family on Christmas.

“Oh my god, stop smiling,” complained Dani.

“I can’t. It was a good night.” Wendy raised her cup of coffee creamed with eggnog to her lips and took a sip.

The two nine-year-old boys were on their new bikes in the driveway with Dani and Wendy watching them in the cold December air. Snow was on the ground, but the street had been plowed.

“Ready Max?” asked York, pushing his kickstand up.

“Ready,” said Max, raising his kickstand.

“Vroom vroom,” said York, pretending his bike was a motorcycle.

“Vroom.” Max pretended he was revving the handlebar. “Vroom.”

York took off. “Bye Mommy, we’re off to Sturgis.” Max followed.

“Oh lord,” sighed Dani.

“Like fathers like sons,” added Wendy, watching them peddle down the street. She yawned. “Is it nap time yet? Didn’t get my beauty sleep last night.”

“Oh my god,” groaned Dani again. “You got laid last night, enough already.”

“Three times, by my count.”

“Oh my god.”

“Three times in my pussy anyway and that’s not counting me blowing him or letting him fuck my…”

“Let it go.”

“Been a while?”

“Sturgis, four months ago. I’m about ready to hook up with some random dude at the bar no matter how little his penis is.”

“Have you used the dildo yet?”

“No and you can stop asking.”

“Better then some little dicked white boy,” said Wendy, walking down the driveway. She was staring at the trailer across the road. “Is that a for sale sign?”

“Yeah, the realtor just stopped by and put the sign up. I liked the neighbors, mostly because they were never here. It was a summer home for them.”

Wendy pulled out the stats sheet on the trailer under the sign. “Hmm, the lot rent’s cheaper than I’m playing for my place now.”

“You thinking about it?” asked Dani.

“Why not? You okay with me living right next door?”

“Okay? I’d love it.” Dani opened her arms and embraced her best friend.

The boys skidded to a stop in front of them. “Vroom vroom.” They pretended they were turning off their motorcycles.

Wendy looked at the two boys. “What do you think boys? Want to be neighbors?”

The two boys looked at each other. “That would be great,” said Max. He held his hand up and York high fived it.

**********

A few months later, Dani was at the grocery store shopping. She’d just bought a cake to celebrate Wendy and Max’s moving in across the street. She pushed the cart past the magazine aisle barely glancing at the magazines, but when she did, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her hand was shaking as she reached out for the latest issue of Muscle & Fitness. Her eyes widened as she stared at the black muscle man on the cover. The headline of the issue read: Meet Shane “Flex” Johnson.

Dani placed the magazine on the upper rack of her cart where she could stare at it while she finished shopping. It was ten years since she’d seen him, but Flex didn’t look any different except his muscles appeared to have gotten larger, but then he was flexing for the photo.

She got home and robotically put the groceries away. She grabbed the magazine and took it to her bedroom, throwing it on the bed. She stared at it while pulling the sweater off over her head. She undid her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. She turned and sat on the bed to pull her boots off and removed her jeans entirely.

She stripped naked. The room was cold and her nipples hardened in the cold air. Her wet beaver curse had started the second her eyes fell on the image of Flex on the magazine. York and Max were in school and wouldn’t be home for hours. Wendy was working a wait shift at the pronghorn. She was alone.

Dani laid back on her bed, her finger slipping between her spread legs as she slowly writhed her hips around her finger. She used a pillow to prop up the magazine beside her and stared at it while flipping through the photoshoot with Flex. The bulge beneath his tiny briefs was huge compared to any of the other musclemen and it almost seemed like the photographer had been fascinated with it, making sure he captured the bulge in every shot except the one shot from Flex’s backside. In one image the tight briefs were hugging the outline of Flex’s gigantic cock head.

Ten years later, the image of his rampant cock was still clear in her memory. That had been the best night of her life and York was a daily reminder of that wonderful day. Ten years since she’d had that amazing cock, six months now since she’d had a big cock at all. “Dammit,” she sighed.

Dani put the magazine down and climbed off the bed. She opened her closet and pulled out the BBC Lifelike Dildo. The hard plastic cock looked gorgeous, but Flex had been longer and thicker then even it. Still, Wendy was right, this thing would be a lot better than her fingers.

A few minutes later after struggling with the ridiculous plastic case around the dildo, she was back on the bed, legs spread and staring at the magazine cover while pushing the dildo inside her pussy. “Oh,” she moaned as the head slipped in. The plastic was cold and lifeless, but it was a lot better than her fingers. It opened her pussy up and scratched the itch that Neil or any normal sized man had never been able to reach. “Yesss, that’s good.” She worked the dildo in and out, coating it with her arousal and pushing it farther inside. She laid back and closed her eyes, picturing Flex in her mind as she always did, but just as closely she opened them. She didn’t have to picture Flex anymore. She had pictures of him. She turned her head and stared at York’s father as she worked the dildo as fast as she could, her hips rising into it. “YYESS!” she screamed, cumming around the hard plastic cock.

She relaxed her body and rested while she came down from her orgasmic high. She gave a low satisfied moan as she slowly pulled the now broken in dildo from her pussy. She held it up and examined the wet plastic. Wendy was right. It had been better than her fingers, but it was no substitute for the real thing. The best thing about big black cock was feeling it spurting out their many large wads of hot seed inside you. Those were the best orgasms.

Dani climbed off the bed and walked down the hall to the trailer’s lone bathroom. She planned on washing the dildo off, but since she was nude, she might as well take a quick shower. She showered and wrapped a towel around her voluptuous figure after drying herself off. She walked back to her room and opened her top drawer, placing the dildo inside and covering it with her panties and socks.

“Mommy, what’s that?”

Dani jumped and turned, but York hadn’t seen the dildo. He was staring at the magazine on the bed. He threw his backpack and lunch box down on her mattress and reached out for the magazine.

She closed the drawer and turned to her son. The plastic case that had held the dildo was in her trash can, the image of the black man on it. She casually moved to block York’s view of her wastebasket. Her son was staring at Flex on the cover of the magazine. He’d want to know sooner or later. “That’s your father, York,” she said.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. He’d told me he wanted to be a professional body builder, but that’s the first cover I’ve seen him on.”

“Tell me more about him.”

“To be honest, I don’t know much about him.” Dani thought for a moment. Flex’s wife had been pregnant which meant that York had at least one half brother out there. He didn’t need to know that. Anyway, Max was the only brother he needed. “I’ll tell you more when you’re older.”

“Okay,” he relied and Dani was relieved that was a good enough answer for him for now at least. “Mommy, he’s got big muscles.”

“Huge muscles.”

“Can I have this?” He waved the magazine.

Dani hesitated not wanting to give up her future masturbation material. “Of course,” she answered. She could run down to the store and buy another one tomorrow.

York ran out the door. “Hey Max, Max. Look at my father.”

Dani stuck her head out the door. The two boys were in the living room, kneeling on the carpet. York was flipping through the pictorial of his dad. “Let me get dressed boys, and I’ll fix you some dinner.”

Dani dressed in jeans and her plaid shirt. She’d tie it up to show off her belly button when she got to work. Not that she expected to be busy in this cold weather. She walked out and opened a couple cans of soup and began making grilled cheeses. She looked up when she heard some scraping noises. The boys had moved the couch back. They got on their bellies beside each other and began doing push-ups, the magazine laying between them.

“What are you two doing?”

“I wanna have big muscles too, Mommy,” said York.

“Me to, Aunt Dani,” added Max.

She watched them. Both boys already had muscles and wiry builds. They both did warm ups at Tae Kwon Do and Max had already managed fifty push-us once with York close behind. When they got their black belts they would both have to do fifty pushups and sit-ups. Dani also knew both boys well. Once they set their minds on something, they’d see it through.

“Mommy, can we join a gym?”

“Let me talk it over with Wendy, but I’m sure she’ll agree.”

Wendy came over a short time later. She was still in her uniform and smelled like steaks. “Mmm, you smell better than the soup,” said Wendy taking a whiff. “Want some?”

“No thanks, I ate at work.” She turned her attention on the boys. “What are they staring at?”

“York, come show Aunt Wendy, your magazine.”

York came over and handed Wendy the magazine. “That’s my dad,” he told her, running back over to Max. They sat down and started doing sit-ups.

“Damn,” said Wendy, staring at the cover of Muscle & Fitness. Now that’s what I call a man. I’m getting wet just looking at him.”

“Me too. So much I had to break out the toy you gave me.”

Wendy looked up from the magazine with a raised eyebrow. “And?”

“And you were right, it’s a lot better than my fingers.”

“Told you so. Let me know if you want to borrow the King Dong. It does most of the work for you.” She dropped her eyes back to the magazine and started flipping through it. “I wouldn’t call him handsome, but there is something about him.”

“He’s just so manly there’s an instant attraction to him.”

“Yeah, a magnetism, a masculine magnetism. It even projects itself off the page. I don’t even find muscles that big attractive, yet Flex is somehow the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. Can I keep this?”

“Get your own,” she replied.

**********

Wendy walked into the dojang waiting area. She could see the boys doing their forms through the observation window. Belt advancement was next month and Master Frank was putting the class through their paces. The boys would be getting their brown belts.

“They’re doing well,” she said, sitting down beside Dani.

“Hmm?” said Dani looking up from a book. Like many days, the women were swapping parental duties, Wendy had just gotten off work and Dani was on her way to work.

“Whatcha readin?” Wendy looked down as Dani turned the book over to the cover. “PARAGONS: Men and Supermen. Sounds dull.”

“It’s actually pretty interesting. The basic idea is that there are a small percentage of genetically superior humans in the general population and that these paragons are the basis of our myths of gods and demigods.

“Still sounds dull.”

“Male paragons all have large cocks.”

“I’m listening.”

“The author believes that Zeus may have been based on a well-endowed alpha male that seduced a lot of women. As stories about him were passed down, he was elevated to godly status. Likewise, Hercules and the other Greek heroes, many Egyptian gods were depicted with giant phalluses and sexually competing with each other.”

“Let me see.” Wendy took the book and flipped it open to the middle for the pictures. “A forest of dongs! Now that’s a lot of wood.”  The images were from the Mara Kannon shrine in Japan. Another image from a Japanese fertility festival showed a paraded featuring a nine-foot, 600 pound penis being led down a street. Drukpa Kunley was a Buddhist monk in Bhutan that journeyed around bringing enlightenment to women through use of his “Flaming Thunderbolt” aka huge cock. He was so desired; women began seeking him out for his blessing and paid him in beer. A picture showed giant carved wooden penises sticking out from the ground in a field. The caption explained that the Fon people of Benin and Nigeria carve representations of the god Legba and plant them in the ground to help ensure fertility.

Wendy flipped the book over and looked at the author’s picture on the back. The image showed a gray-haired black man with white sideburns that came together in a mustached, Franz Joseph style and no beard. His hair looked a little crazy. “Looks like a kook,” said Wendy, staring into the image’s dark eyes. The author, Professor Theodore Freeman, had the same magnetic masculinity that the images of Flex posing on the magazine projected. Wendy felt her nipples began to harden just staring at the image of the old black man.

“Professor Freeman believes there are more black paragons then whites and that the average white alpha’s penis averages in the 8-12” range, but black alpha’s run larger at 10-14”.”

“Like Gus and Flex,” said Wendy, softly. Her brain could still vividly picture Gus’ thirteen-inch cock some thirteen years later. Her other black lovers hadn’t been as large, but most were around a foot long give or take an inch.

“Like Gus and Flex.” Dani’s brain just as easily recalled a nude image of Flex and as far as she was concerned, he was a god. “Freeman says a lot of these men are driven to spread their seed around, working in popular tourist destinations or as truck drivers or traveling around the country on…”

“Motorcycles,” said Wendy.

“He calls them wandering alphas. Much like Hercules traveled around performing his labors or that monk went from village to village sharing his flaming thunderbolt. He doesn’t just talk about myths either, but real people from history like Dillinger, Rasputin, Wilt “the stilt” Chamberlain, and… York.”

“York?”

“York’s cock and prowess were so legendary the people passed stories of him down from generation to generation so that even my grandfather thinks of him as some sort of superman. Do you understand the Native American concept of medicine?”

“Not really.”

“To simplify, it means spiritual power. The whites were seen as having powerful medicine with their guns and equipment to the Indians and medicine could be passed from person to person through sex. One member of the Lewis and Clark expedition was offered four Mandan women in a single night. Some Indians painted their faces black before going to battle and they were fascinated when a man with an actual black face showed up, rubbing sand on his skin to see if the color came off. To them, York must have been a powerful warrior and an Arikawa described him as having great medicine. He was an extremely muscular, massive man and the Indians worshipped him as something more than human. Their women loved him. Sleeping with him was such an honor that husbands encouraged their wives to sleep with him hoping they would then pass on York’s spiritual power to themselves. Some were even said to stand guard outside the tent while York had sex with their wives.”

“Whatever happened to York?” Wendy looked away from her friend and watched York and Max on the mat. They were practicing their throws.

“He had high status when they returned and wanted his freedom, but Clark refused to sell him. Finally about ten years later, Clark did free him and set him up as a freight hauler. Some believe he returned to the Indians. A trapper described meeting a black warrior chief in a crow tribe that claimed to have first met the Crow traveling with the Lewis and Clark expedition. He was said to have four wives.”

“Fascinating,” said Wendy. “But it makes me wonder that if all these so-called paragons are running around sleeping with women, how come we aren’t overrun with well-endowed men as amazing as that would be.”

“The professor isn’t sure, but he suggests that paragons to regular people are similar to the predator to prey ratio. You know, there’s only a small number of lions to a vast herd of antelopes.”

Wendy thought about it for a moment. “There’s another possibility,” she said, slowly. “Your professor seems a bit sexist to me. His focus seems to be on alpha males. Perhaps a male paragon needs a female paragon to produce another alpha.” Wendy again glanced down at the image of Professor Freeman. Sexist or not, his eyes seemed to pierce into her soul, convincing her that there was at least some truth behind his beliefs.

**********

Dani tightened the belt on her robe as she stood in the doorway. York met Max in the middle of the street and the two began to walk down the road together to catch the bus to school. She waved at Wendy across the street who was sipping a coffee and watching Max.

“You best get an A on that test, Magnus Maximus,” yelled Wendy.

“You too York,” said Dani. The two boys didn’t acknowledge their mothers. Typical teenagers, they didn’t want to be bothered by their mommies anymore.

Dani still smiled. Despite their teenage attitudes, they were good boys. They’d gotten their black belts a year ago and much to their mom’s financial relief, quit Tae Kwon Do. They kept practicing their forms and worked out together. They used the time freed up from their martial arts classes to spend more time at the gym. The gym wasn’t expensive and the women had gotten a family plan so they could work out together and take yoga classes while the boys were off lifting weights. Their labors were showing results to. They were the biggest boys in 10^th grade as well as the tallest towering over the other students. Max had shot up to 6’4” and York was less then an inch shorter.

Dani waved again at Wendy and both women returned to their trailers. She had some housework and errands to do before work. Both women were working night shifts, but the boys were now old enough to didn’t need babysitters and could make their own dinners. Thinking about dinner reminded her that she needed to hit the grocery store. Bulking up had York hungry all the time and he could eat enough for three teenage boys. But first, she had to put a load of laundry in.

Her robe needed washing too, so she unbelted and let it fall off her shoulder leaving her nude except for her panties. Her breasts were still proud and firm even at 36. They’d expanded from DDs to an E-cup over the years to the same size as Wendy’s so that they could share bras. Other than larger breasts, her body was remarkably similar to what it had been during the bikini contest back in Sturgis when she was twenty and except for the top being too tight, she could still fit in the bikini she’d worn at the Miss Teen USA pageant when she was 17. Both she and Wendy looked ten years younger and only a few years ago, they’d had their I.D.s checked by a doorman at a bar, flattering them both. She tossed the robe over by the washing machine.

She tossed her head back, her long black hair flipping around. She had yet to find a grey hair and her hair retained a lush vibrant sheen to it. Her half Sioux grandmother had passed away last year at seventy and her hair had only been half white.

She headed to York’s bedroom to gather up his dirty clothes. She opened the door and stepped inside. She took only a few steps before it hit her in the face or more accurately punched her in the nose. Danielle stopped in her tracks, frozen in place. The scent filled her nostrils triggering her memories.

Cum! Sperm! Semen! Flex’s delicious semen filled her mouth. He pulled his big black cock out, his hot seed splattering across her face, the scent identical to the smell filling her nostrils. Her womb bulging full of the same hot sperm, he pulled his cock out sending powerful wads of the hot stuff to cover her with the same viscous white fluid. She hefted her semen covered tits, smelling the cum before licking it off her nipples. The black man that had spanked her for calling him the “N” word had splattered his cum all over her face, the intoxicating scent of his seed filling her nose. There’d been a dozen powerful black men over the years, mostly from Sturgis, but some the occasional traveler that had stopped into the Bison. They all had that same masculine scent. It made her nipples hard. It made her clit swell with blood as her arousal began running down her thighs. Her right nipple ached even as spasms of pleasure sent shock waves out from her clit to course through her body.

Dani looked down. Her right hand was squeezing and pinching her erect nipple like she was jerking it off. Her left hand had slid down over her belly, fingers sliding their way through her dark pubes. She was fingering herself with two fingers, squeezing her swollen clit between them. She hadn’t even been aware she was doing it. It was an automatic response to the strong man scent. Only a big black cock could satisfy her needs and Sturgis was still half a year away.

Dani couldn’t take it anymore. She took one long whiff of the scent filling the room and ran to her bedroom for the dildo. She dropped her panty and laid down spreading her legs. She held her breath as she shoved the foot long plastic cock deep in her pussy. She climaxed immediately, the orgasm making her entire body quake from its intensity. It was the biggest she’d ever had with the dildo and she knew it was from the scent of a real man’s semen, her own son’s seed filling her nostrils.

She didn’t stop there, resting only a moment to catch her breath, she began working the dildo in and out of her pussy until she came hard again while picturing the first time she’d smelled Flex’s cum as he came all over her face. She liked her lips, remembering the taste of his seed on her tongue.

Dani laid naked on the bed a half hour while she came down from her orgasmic high. Her wet dildo resting between her breasts, the head pointing up towards her face. She raised it and kissed the wet plastic tip. “Thank you,” she told it. Sometimes the dildo was the only thing keeping her sane during the long dry spells without a big black cock.

She felt guilty that it was the smell of her son’s semen that had triggered such a satisfying session, but then she hadn’t been expecting it when she walked into his room. Of course, he was masturbating! All boys did at that age.

Dani pulled herself off the bed, showered and dressed to go out. When she returned to York’s room, she was holding her palm over her nose, looking for the source of the smell. His trash can was filled with crusty paper towels. She pulled the bag out and held it closed as she took it over to the kitchen trash bag, tied it up, and dropped it off outside in the garbage pail. York’s room still smelled slightly, but she was able to gather up his dirty clothes and take them to the washing machine. She’d look at her son differently from then on. He was no longer her little boy, but was on his way to becoming a man.

Dani didn’t tell Wendy about her body’s reaction to smelling York’s sperm, but she did mention finding the crusty paper towels. Wendy just laughed. “Max has been doing it for a couple years. Doesn’t even try to be quiet about it. I hear him fapping off all the time. Sometimes I fuck with him and bang on the door. “Magnus Maximus Cetewayo, what are you doing in there? Uh Uh, nothin Mom.” Wendy laughed again. “It’s perfectly natural, Dani.”

“I know. It just caught me off guard.”

“Well boys will be boys and at their age, they’re probably getting hard all the time.”

**********

“It gets hard all the time.”

“Mine to, bro,” said York. “What do we do?”

Max just shrugged. “I’m just gonna let mine hang out.”

It was a new semester and their first day of gym class where they were expected to shower after class. None of their classmates had seemed thrilled with the idea. Max and York had spent most of the class staring at the girls in their gym shorts and their dicks had started swelling. They threw their towels over the wall, their huge penises falling down and sticking straight out from their crotches. “Lead the way,” said York.

“You go ahead,” said Max.

“I was talking to my dong.” York followed his hard dick into the shower.

Max looked down at the head of his penis and aimed it towards the boy’s shower.

Time seemed to stop as the two black boys walked into the shower. Max and York stared at their classmates’ crotches and their classmates stared back, their faces a mixture of emotions; shock, amazement, and horror. “Why are all your dicks so small?” blurted out Max.

All the boys in the shower were white with one Latino and a few having some Native American blood. A lot were facing the wall, but they turned around to see what Max was talking about. Their eyes fell on gigantic black cocks, both more than a foot long and not quite fully erect. Some of the boys turned rapidly away staring at the wall, others turned, but kept glancing at the enormous cocks, a few couldn’t take their eyes off the big black cocks, and a few made rapid exits from the shower, starting a growing exodus as nearly every male fled the two black men.

The two black friends were staring with equal shock at small limp white penises, two to three inches long laying passively over equally small scrotums. As they stared, the longer ones began receding farther into the scrotums even as their own giant black dicks swelled even larger as if their cocks enjoyed their superiority over the little white boys. The exodus grew, boys hurrying past them seeking the safety of their towels and clothing to hide their small endowments. The black teens just shrugged and proceeded into the showers.

Max and York hadn’t even seen each other’s dicks let alone other boys. They’d never seen a porn. Internet access hadn’t reached their trailer park and if it had, their mothers would have struggled to pay for it anyway nor had their mothers bought them smart phones yet. A year ago, they’d been daring each other to steal a porn magazine from the gas station when Max just smirked, walked in and purchased a Playboy. The clerk hadn’t even batted an eye and just rang the magazine up. Emboldened, York had walked into the same store and purchased a six pack of beer. The clerk eyed him for a second, but never asked for I.D. assuming the large black man was older than he was. The boys sat behind the store staring at their first images of naked women while drinking their first beer. Both had hurried home and jerked off, Since his mom wasn’t home, Max jerked off in his bed with the Playboy propped up on a pillow so he could stare at it and York in the shower to hide what he was doing from his mom.

Max and York washed while quietly checking out each other’s dicks. “Damn, this thing never goes down when it’s this big,” grunted Max, soaping around the base of his shaft.

“Mine neither.”

“Can’t go to class like this, bro.” Max moved his hand to the base of his shaft and began stroking it.

York grinned. “No, we can’t.” He poured some body wash onto his palm and rubbed it into his own shaft.

“Betcha mine shoots further?”

“Betcha it doesn’t?”

Max and York moved until they were side by side, their cocks aimed towards the center of the shower and the big drain there. They started steadily jerking off their dicks while mostly staring at the other’s penis and comparing what they were seeing to their own.

“I think mine’s bigger, bro,” said Max, proudly. Magnus Maximus’s cock was about a quarter of an inch past thirteen inches. It was also darker than York’s penis which was pretty dark and neither boy looked mixed race.

“Longer, but mine’s thicker.” York’s was about a quarter inch shy of thirteen inches. He’d measured it, pushing the ruler into his crotch until he could claim it was a full thirteen inches long. His was wider than Max’s. Max’s dick was very tubular while the top of York’s was flat and wider curving at the sides and bottom. The heads were similar, both knobby balls, but York’s glans flared up a lot more while Max’s laid down making his cock more streamlined.

The minutes ticked by, neither boy was a quick cummer. “Fuck, feelin it in my balls,” growled Max.

“Slow down,” said York, increasing the pace of his strokes. “Let’s cum together.”

They timed it well, sperm exploding from their swollen cock heads. Max’s first wad was the consistency and nearly the size of a pudding cup. It fell nearly four feet from the head of his cock, just shy of the drain. The next wad was nearly the same size shooting three feet out, followed by a slightly smaller wad that hit the tiles two feet out and another that shot out a foot. He wasn’t done, as his cock spat out another three wads big enough to overflow a shot glass that reached several inches from the tip of his dick. After seeing how far his first wad went, he immediately turning his attention to York’s spurting cock.

York didn’t ejaculate large balls of cum, his dick spat out long strands of semen, the strands were really thick and about the same volume as one of Max’s big wads. The first long thread didn’t reach as far as Max’s had, but it was close leaving a long trail of semen that ran several inches from the head of his dick to nearly a foot from the drain. More long threads of viscous white semen shot out from the tip of York’s cock making Max think of Spider-man’s web shooters. More kept coming. York bucked his hips, trying to make the endless series of strands go farther, but they were falling far short now, his cock still spitting out shorter eight-inch strands then six inches, then four inches, until the final strand was a three-inch-long thread dangling from the tip of his cock. “Damn, looks like you won, bro” grunted York.

“Mine shot farther, but I wouldn’t say I won,” said Max, watching the water trying to carry the heavy wads of semen toward the drain. He bent down, keeping his face away from the head of York’s cock afraid it might go on shooting again. He looked beneath the hard shaft. “Damn bro, your balls are as big as a bison’s.”

York cocked his head and looked under Max’s dong. Max’s testicles were truly massive, but York’s were probably half again as big. “Cool,” he said.

 

INJUN JOE

The shadow of a large man fell over Dani while she was mixing a drink. Without looking up, she said, “Be right with…” She froze. The nipples on her braless breasts hardened, making little points through the plaid of her tied up shirt. Even as her nipples swelled the arousal grew in her pussy turning her thighs damp. She raised her head, fully expecting to see a large black man, a well-endowed black man that was going to fuck her brains out later. Instead, her eyes first fell on the muscular arms of a tanned white man. She corrected herself when she got to his face. The man was an Indian.

“What can I getcha?” she asked.

“Badlands Whiskey,” he said, dark eyes surveying the bottles lining the wall behind her. “Honey,” he added, when his eyes fell on the bottle. He had a deep booming voice, a hard jaw and a deep-set black eyes. His hair was a black mane, looking more like it belonged in the 70s and was close cropped above his shoulders. The man was a giant around 6’6” with large developed muscles. Throw a sword on his back and Dani would have been convinced Conan the barbarian was in her bar.

“Hey baby, what about my drink?” asked a man down at the other end of the bar.

“Oh yeah, sorry sir,” she said, quickly finishing the drink and placing it in front of the man. He was with a friend; both had been eyeing Danielle, but were now eyeing the menacing Indian towering over them. They opted to take their drinks farther away to a high-top leaving Dani alone with the new customer.

“This one’s on me,” she told the man.”

“Pour yourself one,” he told her without thanking her.

It wasn’t her drink of choice, but Dani poured herself a glass. She was about to return the bottle to the shelf, but instead she sat it down on the bar beside the man’s drink. He immediately took it and refilled his glass. “What are you?” he asked.

The question confused her for a few seconds. “Rosebud Sioux,” she answered, realizing what he met.

“Crow, Blackfeet,” he said, shrugging and adding, “some Kiowa.” He topped off his glass and hers with the whiskey. “Do you have a name?”

“Danielle Bordeaux,” she answered, offering out her hand for him to shake, but he ignored it until she withdrew it back behind the bar.

“Your name?”

“Spayachapa.”

The Indian smirked. “Wet beaver,” he translated, making her blush. “Tasunke.”

“Horse,” she gulped.

The man called Horse finally gave her a smile. He held his glass up. “Joseph Mesteno. Joe.”

“Dani,” she said, clinking glasses with him.

“The elders say that our names reflect our natures,” said Joe, sipping his whiskey. His dark eyes flickered back and forth from staring into her blue ones to down at the impressive amount of cleavage she was displaying through her tight shirt. Her nipples were rock hard. “Does yours?”

Dani’s pussy gushed at the question. She leaned forward, her ponderous breasts nearly laying on the bar top displaying even more cleavage. “You tell me,” She answered, trying to stare him in the eyes, but his were now firmly focused on the soft flesh around the gaps between her breasts.

“I am called Horse, for a reason,” he answered, finally raising his eyes back to hers. “Are you called Wet Beaver for a reason?”

“I’m not going to tell,” she answered, topping off his whiskey. “But I might let you find out for yourself.”

Joe smirked. “What time are you off?”

“We close in about an hour,” she answered.

“I’ll be waiting in the parking lot.” Joe stood up. He threw black his remaining whiskey and slammed the empty glass on the bar. His large hand grabbed the bottle of honey flavored Badlands Whiskey and he turned to leave.

"Wait," she called. He wasn’t allowed to leave with an open bottle, nor had he paid her, but she didn’t care. “Where will you be?”

“Blue pickup,” he said, turning.

Now it was her eyes’ turn to flicker back and forth from his to the enormous bulge that had grown in the front of his jeans. Her night was looking up. “Okay,” she replied. He turned away and she stared at firm ass, cheeks flexing as he walked away. Joe was wearing a sleeveless leather vest buttoned in the front. His shoulders were broad with biceps that almost came close to rivaling Flex’s muscular arms.

The hour didn’t go by fast enough for her. She sent Wendy a text.

“Tell York I’ll be late.”

“Fine, he’s here now. Live one?”

“He’s called Horse.”

“Tell me everything, girlfriend. Have fun.”

Dani did as much as she could getting the Bison ready to close. The two men finally left and then the waitress took off. She put the barstools up and wiped down the counter. She and the cook were all that were left. When he was finished cleaning, she told him he could go. He hesitated. He was also mixed Indian, but part Mexican part Comanche. He usually escorted her to her car to protect her from all the unwanted male attention she often got. “Its fine Juan, you can go.”

“Be safe, Dani,” he replied, turning to leave.

Dani locked the door behind him. It was a little early, but the place was empty. There were no cars on the road and hers and Juan’s were the only cars in the parking lot. There was no sign of a pickup. Joe had better not have stood her up. She went back behind the bar and counted the register. Dani locked up the money in the safe and shut out the lights. She let herself out, locking the door behind her.

They closed at 10pm during the off season. The night was unseasonable warm for Spring. She didn’t even need a coat. This kind of weather always lifted her spirits coming out of a cold South Dakota winter. Again, she thought the only car in the lot was hers, but as she walked towards her car, she saw a blue pickup parked along the side of the bar. It was backed up underneath one of the street lights. She turned walking towards it. The truck was almost more rust then blue. Like Joe, it looked like it belonged more in the 1970s then the 2020s, but it wasn’t quite that old.

There was no sign of Joe, but the empty bottle of Badlands Whiskey was laying nearby in the parking lot. The rear gate was down nearly reaching the light pole. His boots were on the lowered gate, one standing up and the other on its side. She slowly walked around the truck and peeked in the back. Joseph was sprawled out on a mattress, naked but for a deerskin loincloth. He very much resembled an Indian brave, a drunk Indian brave, and it wasn’t a stereotype. Alcoholism was all too common a problem among the local native American population. He was using his folded clothes as a pillow, propping his head up. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly. He probably had a drinking problem, but there was no sign of a gut. Joe’s stomach was flat with prominent abdominal muscles. His legs were spread apart, a common trait among well-endowed men, a side effect of having large testicles.

Dani admired his physique a little longer before bending down to pull her boots off. When her feet were bare, she wiggled out of her tight jeans, pushing them down and stepping out of them. She stood up straight and surveyed the parking lot. She felt naughty being outside her job wearing only her shirt and a thong panty. The parking lot was empty and the highway was a way out with only an occasional passing car or 18-wheeler.

She put a foot on the lamppost and a hand on pickup’s gate, pushing herself up into the back of the truck. Joe woke up when she straddled his crotch. Almost immediately a large powerful cock pushed the loincloth up against her wet panty. He grunted, hands coming up to to grab her breasts. He squeezed them roughly for a moment before his fingers slipped in between her buttons and ripped her shirt open. Buttons flew off as her breasts were exposed. “God dayumn, those or some big titties. That was her only shirt and she be riding home topless. His hands covered her breasts again, They were rough, calloused manly hands. She moaned as he pinched her nipples, tugging on them. She quit worrying about her ruined shirt, her pussy pushing down into the rising cock trying to lift her up.

Dani slid back down towards Joe’s knees. His cock sprang up, shoving the loincloth aside. She stared at the gorgeous cock in awe as her hands reached out to grab it. Tasunke was the perfect name for Joe. The man had a huge horse cock. She hadn’t seen the like since Flex’s giant black cock. She slid up against it, squeezing the huge cock between her thighs. The head reached the bottoms of her tits, dribbling precum all over them. She started stroking the thick shaft with both hands, the constant flow of precum coating his cock and letting her hands easily glide up and down the shaft. “It’s so fucking huge,” she gasped.

Joe grunted again. He pinched her swollen nipple before removing his hand and sliding it into the make shift pillow holding his head up. He pulled out a switchblade. Dani looked at it afraid, her hands never stopped stroking Joe’s giant cock. She figured if he was going to kill her, he would at least fuck her first. Joe brought the blade down laying the edge flat against her hip. The tip slipped under the waistband of her thong and cut it apart. His other hand pulled on the waistband on her other leg, pulling the panty until her pussy was bared and what was left of her thong was a bunched up band around her right thigh. He tossed the knife aside.

Dani let his cock fall down against his hard stomach and moved up to straddle the base. She moaned sliding her wet pussy along the thick shaft, rocking her hips, each thrust of her pelvis sliding her closer to the head. When her lips reached the tip, she pushed down, her pussy embracing the globular head of his cock. They both groaned as she pushed her pussy back into his cock and he entered her. She controlled her breathing, her pussy needed this massive cock, yet never growing used to the size do to her way too infrequent encounters with men like Joseph or Flex. Joe was longer and thicker than her dildo. She worked her pussy around his cock, pushing back and sliding up his stomach.  She took more and more of his cock until her pussy had swallowed it to the root. Dani started shaking, her pussy pulsing around the huge shaft. The quivers turned to tremors radiating out from her womb. Dani couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed herself up, sitting down on his cock and threw her head back, howling as a huge orgasm tore through her body. Her primal scream echoed through the empty parking lot.

**********

“Thanks, Aunt Wendy,” said York, walking into the kitchen and throwing his paper plate away in the trash.

“You full, York. I could make you another grilled cheese.”

“Thanks, three was enough.”

“Are you good, Max?” she asked. Max’s ears were covered by headphones as he played a video game. “MAGNUS MAXIMUS!”

Max jumped. He pulled the headphones off his ears. “What?”

“Are you full?”

“Yeah, thanks, mom.” He pulled the headphones back down over his ear.

“Well, I’m going to go get my shower then,” said Wendy.

“Yeah, I think I’ll head home.”

Max looked at him and lifted his hands questioningly as his mother walked past to her bedroom. “What gives?” The mothers had jointly bought the boys the gaming console so they shared it between them. They weren’t readers and other then working out, gaming was the only thing they had to do.

York waited until Wendy had disappeared into her room before making jerking off motions with his hand. With his mom out, he had some privacy to have a good long jack off. Max gave him the thumbs up and went back to his game.

York let himself out. The trailer park was quiet and his trailer was right across the street. He was about to walk home when he noticed a shadow moving on his right. Aunt Wendy had the large rear bedroom of the trailer. Light from her bedroom was illuminating the ground behind the trailer and her shadow was moving across the ground.

York froze for just a few seconds. He knew he shouldn’t, but the temptation of seeing his Aunt nude was just too much. The trailer next door was practically derelict, the owners only vacationing there a few weeks during the summer. They had a picnic table between the two trailers that was shared by both families. York’s feet started moving towards the picnic table. He stepped on the bench and then the table turning to look in Wendy’s window. York’s eyes widened and his cock swelled at what he saw.

Wendy was already down to her bra and was sitting on the bed, working her jeans down around her hips. She stood up, facing the window as she slid her jeans down and stepped out of them. He fished his hardening cock out of his pants and spat in his hand as he began to stroke it. He’d seen Aunt Wendy in her bikini plenty of times. He looked forward to the summer months when his mom and Wendy would grab every chance they could to sunbath in their bikinis. He’d even jerked off while watching Wendy rubbing lotion onto her skin through the window of his bedroom annoyed at all the neighbors in golfcarts that liked to ride down the street to check out the sunbathing beauties. Her bikinis were even more revealing than her underwear, but somehow the underwear was sexier. The small secret pieces of fabric that sensuously caressed the desirable parts of her amazing body. The pieces of clothing only a few men got to see.

“Oh god,” he moaned, jerking off faster as she continued to face him and unhooked the bra between her large tits. She slid the straps down her shoulders and tossed the bra on the bed. York gasped when he saw her tits, better then the women in the Playboy he’d purchased at the gas station. Her nipples were semi-swollen, magnificent. York stifled a loud grunt as his cum suddenly exploded from the tip of his cock, large strands of his seed flying towards Aunt Wendy’s tits. Just in time, he thought when she turned away from the window.

But his show wasn’t over.

Wendy walked over to her vanity mirror, the glass facing the window so that York could still see her tits. She bent forward and slid the panty down her thighs, stepping out of them. Her ass was very white, well-rounded and globular. The moon was full that night, both in the sky and through the window, but the one through the window was more beautiful.

Wendy opened a drawer in the vanity and rummaged through it. “No fucking way,” said York, staring at the giant black dildo she pulled from the drawer. “That’s as big as my dong,” he muttered, his hand once again starting to glide along his still erect shaft.

The view through the window gave York the perfect side view of Wendy’s bed. She laid down on it and spread her legs, lifting her rear end off the mattress. He could see the giant dildo rising up above her thighs as she started working it in deeper and deeper. Wendy lowered her ass back to the bed when it was inside. Her hands slid up her body to roughly knead her big white titties and pinch her hard nipples. Her eyes were closed and York could see her mouth moving with subtle moans, her hips rising and falling with the giant dildo vibrating inside her.

“Who are you fucking, Aunt Wendy?” he muttered.

Who are you fucking was a game he and Max played when they jerked off together. They’d ask each other the question, the answer usually being some actress, a cheerleader or teacher from their school. Often it was, “Your mom.”

“Oh yeah, well I’m fucking your mom,” said York, jerking off faster as he imagined fucking Aunt Wendy.

“Fuck, your hot white pussy’s lovin my black dong, Aunt Dani,” said Max. “Gonna knock you up. Put another black baby in your womb. Give York a baby brother.”

“Shut up.”

Max laughed. “Gonna marry your mom and be your new daddy, York.”

“Not if I knock up your mom first.” They’d cum and soon after gotten into a shoving match that turned into a short punching and martial arts fight. This wasn’t their first fight and afterwards they’d just ignore the fight and go back to being best friends and brothers from another mother.

Their Aunts were common jerk off fantasies especially considering that few of the local women came anywhere close to them in looks of figures. All those other times had been fantasies his mind conjured out of the blue or while staring at Wendy sunbathing, but now seeing her nude, ecstatically enjoying being pleasured by a huge black dildo every bit as big as York’s thirteen-inch black dong, he began to see her as the truly sexual being that she was and he’d never see her as anything but that again.

“Who are you fucking, Aunt Wendy?” he said. “You’re fucking me.” Wendy placed her feet flat on the bed again, raising her hips up, her head was thrown back. York was kneeling on the bed, arms under her knees lifting her ass up into the thrusts of his huge black dick. “That’s it Aunt Wendy, cum on my black dick. Fuck me, York. Fuck my white pussy. Give me your cum, York. I’m cumming all over your big black dong.” Wendy’s back arched as she came hard, York’s seed exploding again from the tip of his black dick and flying towards the orgasming woman on the bed. “Oh my god,” she was telling him, rubbing his semen into her big titties. “I’ve never cum like that. You totally owned my white pussy York. You can fuck me anytime. I love you, York.”

“I love you too, Aunt Wendy,” he muttered. His spent cock stuck straight out, rising and falling with his heart beat. It shot one last strand of cum towards the woman on the bed as she slowly removed the large dildo. She held it up and examined it appreciatively for a moment before getting off the bed. She wiped it down with a paper towel and returned it to the dresser drawer.

Wendy placed a robe around her nude body and left the bedroom, flicking the light off. The bathroom light turned on a few seconds later. The bathroom window was smokey and too high for him to peek in anyway. York silently cursed, wishing he could watch Aunt Wendy taking a shower. His dong twitched and rose slightly just thinking about how hot her nude wet body would look like. York wanted to see her again and he figured he had another shot at seeing her nude when she finished her shower, so he waited. Soon enough, the bathroom light turned off.

York was sitting cross-legged on the picnic table. He stood back up when the bedroom light came back on. Wendy reentered her bedroom. The robe was gone and she had a white towel wrapped around her body with another wrapped around her hair. She pulled the one off her head and shook her head until her wet hair fell down. She went back to the mirror and brushed her hair. He waited patiently.

When she was finished. She undid the tie between her breasts and let the towel fall. Again, he was staring at her nude body reflecting back at him in the mirror. His dick sprang up again as Wendy squirted baby oil into her palm and began rubbing it into her skin. To her it was a routine act, but too her watcher, it was an incredible erotic sight watching her skin slowly turning shiny as she rubbed the oil all over her voluptuous nude body. The black teen slowly began jerking off again, his dick spitting out another half dozen strands of semen towards the trailer’s window as her hands caressed and oiled her big breasts.

Wendy stepped into another skimpy panty and pulled a baby doll nighty on over her head. “Damn, you even sleep sexy, Aunt Wendy,” he muttered, watching her pulled the covers down. York stepped off the picnic table and headed home.