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!

Blacked.com suggestions

 There's been some interest that I mentioned that I sent blacked.com a list of suggestions for short films. They were just ideas to jazz up the scenes slightly. They never responded (I sent it twice when I didn't hear from them the first time). If you like the idea, maybe tweet them and maybe they'll respond. Anyway, thought I'd share what I sent.

Blacked notes

The Wrong Room: Sexy married woman going to meet her husband at a hotel. She's mumbling, "Now what was his room number again?" She sees a door with the latch holding it open. "Oh good, he left it open for me." She enters and hears the shower running. "I think I will surprise him." She strips down to sexy lingerie and then nude. "Surprise!" she says, stepping into the shower with him. She squeals and holds one arm across her breasts and her hand over her crotch when she sees it's a black man. He could have been masturbating. She stares with lust down at his semi-hard cock. "You're not my husband." He replies, "No, but he's a lucky man." He reached out and takes her arm, pulling it away from her breasts and placing it on his cock. "I've never seen a black one before." He chuckles. "I can tell. Why don't you take a closer look?" He pushed her down to her knees. "You're a lot bigger than my husband." "Put it in your mouth and it will get bigger." She licks it and looks up at him, slowly sucking his cock. Eventually he asks, "You like that big black cock?" "God yes, I want it in my pussy." They move to the bed and fuck in a variety of positions. He asks, "Can I see you again?" She says "No, this can't happen again. I'm happily married and I'd never be able to say no to that big black cock of yours. She kisses him goodbye and leaves the room. She calls hubby and finds it's the room next door. She tells him she's too tired for sex. He's mad, he's all horny listening to his coworker fuck some slut in the room next door. She says, "Your coworker?" "Yeah, you'll get to meet him tomorrow. Cool guy. I think you'll like him. At least I hope so, the company just partnered us up and we're going to be seeing a lot of him.

Son's Best Friend: This is based on a story of mine that Kaoscomics also did a comic version. The actress would need to look old enough to be the black guys mother. He's a senior in high school (could be going to a local college). He's wearing a sports jacket. The mother is sunbathing alone in a tiny bikini. Her husband hasn't even seen her in her tanning bikini. The black kid shows up in the back yard. She tells him her son is at school and asks why isn't he at school. He tells her he needs her help with something. He folows her inside where she puts a short robe on. He tells her that he's growing desperate for sex, his girlfriend wants to wait until she's married, all she's ever done is touch him through his pants. He's desperate to be with a woman. The mom tells him that he should respect his girlfriend's wishes. He can take care of it himself, she hears her son doing it all the time. The boy replies, he does take care of it himself and a few weeks ago when he was sleeping over, he went looking for her husband's porn collection. She interupts to say that her husband doesn't have a porn collection. He does and a good one. He also had this. The young black man holds up a VCR tape. She gasps. He told me he destroyed it. We made that when we were newlyweds. She rips the tape out. "Well that takes care of that." He holds up his phone. I digitized your sex tape. The phone could actually have a picture of her nude or a short video of her stripping playing. He threatens to post the tape on social media unless she has sex with him. She refuses and threatens to call the police on him. He says he'll settle for a blowjob. She responds that she hasn't even done that for her husband since they made that tape X number of years ago. She agrees to a hand job, if he deletes the video. He accepts, but wants her nude. She says no, the bikini stays on. He says topless. She agrees, but the panty stays on. They move to the bedroom. He leans his phone on something to film then when her back is turned letting the robe fall down. "Why me?" "You're the hottest milf in town all the guys want to fuck you." She unties her bikini top. He grabs and sucks on one nipple. She pushes him away, gasping. "No touching." She kneels and asks him to take it out, but he tells her to take it out. She reaches in, acting surprised and pulls his cocks out. "Wow! You're bigger than my husband." He responds that he knows, he felt sorry for her watching her sex tape. She starts jerking him off. He tells her he'll finish faster if she talks dirty to him so she starts telling him how much she loves his big black cock. "Enough to suck it?" "I do want to suck it." She starts blowing him while pushing her panty aside and fingering herself. She stops, gasping, sawing his big cock is hurting her jaw. He offers to repay the favor. She gets on her back and he pulls her panty off, going down on her. Eventually, he kisses up her body and pushes his cock inside fucking her, with her screaming how much she loves it. He cums and she tells him next time to bring condoms. He asks, "Next time?" She tells him her husband and son are leaving on a fishing trip and they could fuck all weekend.

A woman trying to get her daughter into college like in the recent Lori Loughlin scandal. The scene is a simple office where she's seated talking to a black coach about putting her on a team. He responds that he could do it, but if they got caught, he could get in a lot of trouble for it, maybe even go to jail. She understands and offers him 10,000 dollars if he'll do it. He responds that 10k is a start, but wants something else. "How far are you willing to go?" He stands and pulls his cock out. She acts indignant, but starts sucking him, eventually stripping and fucking him. He tells her he'll expect the same payment each semester. She agrees, she's never been fucked like that before. He looks in a folder at a picture of her daughter. "Well, I hope the daughter is as agreeable as the mom."

The Pool Game: A white couple is playing pool when a black man challenges the husband. The husband runs out of money and the black man makes him the offer that the wife has to take off an article of clothing for every ball he sinks. Finally, he offers double or nothing that he gets to fuck the wife. The (now nude) wife tells her husband they can't afford to lose all that money. They black man sinks the 8 ball and fucks the wife on the pool table. The husband looks distraught watching, but eventually, he's jerking off urging the black man to fuck her good.

A super-hero spoof: The actress is wearing a costume. Maybe a white one=piece with a red heart on it and a red cape with red boots and a mask around her eyes. She enters a warehouse setting, maybe beats up a couple extras. She enters an office with a couch or matress on the floor. A black man with a skull painted on his face and a top hat (Thin Baron Samedi from the Bond film "Live and Let Die") steps out and blows dust in her face, placing her under his spell. The villain gloats that he now has The Queen of Hearts (or other name) under his spell. He orders her to remove his mask revealing her secret identity.  He then has her strip for him and take his cock out, sucking him. They have sex on the matress. It ends with him giving her a new costume, a black spade bikini, black cape, and boots. He gives her the new name the Queen of Spades. This is based on a story of mine "The Rise and Fall of the Queen of Hearts". 

A part 2 has the Queen of Spades robbing an office. She is stopped by a black scurity guard. She seduces him and fucks him senseless, stealing the safe. The safe is fake (a painted box or something) looking like she has superstrength lifting it.

A Tomb Raider Spoof: The setting would be complicated, a fake temple set like in the begining of Raiders of the Lost Ark where the monkey idol is sitting on a pedestal. Alternatively, it could be in a cave, she could be in a bikini emerging from under a waterfall carrying the idol, or she could just be running down a beach carrying the idol. The idol is a statue of a black man with an erect penis, a Carribean tourist novelty such as a black man in a barrel which when the barrel is lifted the penis springs up, or simply a black dildo. She has a black man helping her. He is dressed like an adventurer with backpack, canteen, binoculars, etc. He might be spying on her bathing or under the waterfall. She comments, "Don't spy on me Max. Remember you're my employee and our relationship is strictly professional." Later, they are camped around a fire. She might be in a tent and he's in a sleeping bag. She wakes up and removes the idol, staring at it, perhaps talking to it. She stands as if in a trance and removes her clothes. She approaches her black employee. He wakes and stares at her. "What's gotten into you boss?" She responds, "I know what I want to get in me," fondling his penis. They have sex. When he orgasms, she stands back up as if in a trance and returns to her tent/sleeping bag, bowing to the idol or kissing the head of it's penis before getting back in bed. The next morning, he makes a pass at her and she rebuffs him. "What's wrong with you. I told you that our relationship is strictly professional." She stares at the idol again and he asks her what she's going to do with it. "It belongs in a museum." He tells he that she should hang on to it for a while. Keep it as a trophy. She nods. "I do feel a strange attachment to the idol." Perhaps, she mumbles something about having a dream where she had sex with the idol and doesn't remember at what point she removed her clothes last night.

Nurse and Patient: Setting is a hospital room or she could be a visiting nurse to a private home. The actress comes in to a hospital room. The BM is laid up in bed with bandages or casts on his hands. She grabs a clipboard off the foot of the bed. "So how are you today, Mr. Black?" He replies, "My hands are doing a little better." She says, "Well, I can see you are do for a sponge bath today." She starts sponging him clean, pulling the covers back, and gasping when she sees his penis. She washes around it and over it. He begs her to take care of it for him as he can't jerk off and he's feeling backed up. She says, "I can't Mr. Black, I'm a married woman." He pleads, "But you're a caregiver and I need care. Just jerk it off for me." Reluctantly, she takes it in hand and starts jerking it off, she's staring at it with fascination. He asks her to suck it. She tells him, she doesn't even do it for her husband and Mr. Black is a good deal bigger, but she does, getting into it. He tells her that he'd cum quicker if she took her clothes off. She strips, sucking him some more, getting sluttier until she climbs on the bed and mounts him. Afterwards, he says, "Same time tomorrow, nurse?" She says, "Same time tomorrow, Mr. Black."

Poker game: Round poker table or regular table perhaps in a living room with a couch nearby. This is a common theme in stories. The husband loses a bet and has to share his wife. The wife is dressed sexy, blouse open, waiting while her husband and the black male bet on a hand of poker. There's a big pile of chips on the table. The black man looks smug. The white man is smiling, showing his hand to his wife. The BM goes all in. The WM says, "But I don't have enough to cover the bet?" The BM smirks, "Well, your wife's been teasing me all game. How about you bet her?" She looks horrified her husband would even consider it. They talk privately, he tells her how hard it is to beat his hand and how much money is in the pot. She reluctantly agrees. The BM wins and makes the wife strip and blow him while the husband watches. He does her on the poker table or nearby couch and she loves it, telling the BM how much better he is. Afterwards, she looks at her husband and asks if they can host the poker game again next month. Alternatively, there could be one or two more BMs at the table and the wife ends up taking them all. Another trick would be that she doesn't see her husbands hand, but peeks at it after he folds and she has sex with the BM and sees that her husband actually had the winning hand and wanted to see his wife get fucked. Or, the hubby and wife step away to discuss the bet, with her telling him she doesn't want to fuck a black guy. The BM cheats, checking the husband's cards and slipping himself the winning hand.

Houseguest story: A white couple and black friend are sitting in a living room. The BM is thanking them for letting him stay there after his wife threw him out. He'll start looking for a place to stay tomorrow. The talk turns to sex, the BM complaining he needs to find a date, he hasn't had sex he and his wife had their big fight weeks ago. The couple complain that they haven't had sex in months, with her working nights (maybe she's a night shift nurse). She's lucky to even get a kiss. The husband's tired and wants to go to bed. They go to the bedroom. He gets in bed. She strips, telling him she has an hour if he wants to get a quickie in, but he's already asleep. She puts her uniform on and leaves. She comes home the next day and strips in the bedroom, hearing the shower running. She smiles thinking it's her husband and steps inside the shower. The black friend is in there jerking off, thinking about the wife. Similar to my first suggestion, she might squeal and try to cover herself, but eventually she gives in, blowing and kissing the BM before moving to the bedroom. He tells her that it looks like they found a solution to their sex problem. She  agrees, telling him to slow down apartment hunting so she can fuck him every day when she comes home from work. 

Pool set: Wife sunbathing in bikini. BM shows up carrying a camera. The husband either hired him to photograph his wife or he's casing the house to rob it later and tells the wife he's there to photograph her.  She's surprised and scared until he shows her the camera, but realizes this must be for their upcoming anniversary. They start with him taking pictures of her in her bikini, eventually telling her to take her top off. She's reluctant, but he reminds her that he's a professional and that her hubby will love it. She does and he tells her the pictures will be sexier if she's glistening. He puts the camera down and rubs oil all over her body, concentrating on her breasts and making her aroused. They return to taking pictures and he asks her to remove her panty. She does, standing nude in the pool while he snaps more shots. Finally, he tells her that he needs to get in the pool with her to take the last shots. He pulls off his shirt, saying he strip down to his swimsuit, but strips naked. "Whoops, looks like I forgot my suit." He joins her in the pool naked, takes a few pics. Sets the camera aside and says she needs more oil. This time, he rubs his naked body against hers and fingers her leading to her blowing him and them fucking by the pool. 

The Ghost in Room 212: This idea is based on a fake porno that appeared in one of my stories where the black male was an albino. The scene opened with a BM wearing a 1950s style hat and suit and a married white woman meet in a hotel room and have sex. He fucks her telling her, she's black only now and she agrees. Her angry husband bursts into the room and shoots the BM, setting up a haunting. The actor was then replaced by the albino actor as the ghost. In a real movie, the black actor could just wear some halloween makeup to appear a dead. The dark opening could also be avoided by simply having the desk clerk warn the woman staying in the room that it's supposedly haunted by the ghost of a black man shot in the room 60 odd year ago.

Optionally, the white woman was also shot fleeing into the adjoining room and the two lovers can only be together on Halloween night or the anniversary of the night they were shot, crossing into the other's room to fuck again. The ghost whispers with each encounter, "Black only" in their ears. Alternatively, she could be the ghost only appearing in the room when there's a BM guest. 

The first senario featured a business woman (dressed porn sexy) getting the last room at the hotel and being warned by the desk clerk. She sexily undresses, calls her husband and slips into bed. The ghost comes out of the closet with a fog machine blowing smoke out. The covers are pulled off the sleeping nude woman. He sucks her nipples and goes down on her. She sucks him and they fuck. He whispers "Black only" in her ear. She glances in a mirror and sees herself alone, hips rising into the imaginary thrusts of his cock. She awakens the next morning, feeling great, but beleiving it was all a dream. She mumbles something about making this a regular stop on her business trips. Maybe if she invites the black desk clerk to her room, she can stay there for free. Maybe he'll let me suck his big black cock when I check out this morning. She leaves licking her lips.

Other senarios would feature a medium staying in the room trying to contact the ghost with a ouija board or a spirit box. 

Two young girls staying in the haunted room trying to summon the ghost. They strip to sexy lingerie and sit on the bed with a ouija board. The board tells them to kiss. They ask, "Kiss who?" The board says, each other. The board tells them to strip, make out, go down on each other, with the shost appearing and fucking both girls. 

An actress in a sexy nun costume trying to excercise the room. After he appears and they have sex, he whispers "Black only." She leaves the room either thinking about a black priest from Africa or volunteering to help the black youths in the poor neighborhood.

A white couple take the room. The man lays on the bed while the woman stats blowing him. The ghost appears and enters her from behind, forcing her forwards. He says something about her never sucking his dick so forcefully before. She takes her lips off, moaning, "It's so big!" The white man says, "You never told me that before baby, I like it." The ghost whispers, "Black only," and the woman looks up and yells at the man to get out. She doesn't want his white dick anymore. He grabs his clothes and leaves, leaving her alone with the ghost.

A black couple are in the next room. The man wants a blow job, but the woman tells him no, she has a headache, putting on a sleep mask. The female ghost appears and starts sucking his cock. They have sex and she leans over whispering in the sleeping wife's ear, "Suck your husband's cock more." Alternatively, the female ghost could wake her and they have a threesome.

A woman rents the room on the night the two ghosts can crossover. She awkens to find the two ghosts slipping into bed with her for a threeway.

Another scene could have the black desk clerk with one of the women thrilled that every woman he puts in that room comes out hungry for some black cock.

Next part of Fuck Weed

 This part is a little slower covering the week before Shawn's return.

Mike managed to lead her to the shower. He turned the water on, waited until it was hot, and helped her in. He watched her shower through the glass door, an erotic and sexy sight except for the fact that she was washing off another man’s semen. When she was done, he held the towel for her and dried her off. It was another act that would have excited him under different circumstances. Afterwards, they took a long nap.

Mike fixed a quick dinner for the two of them. Mostly, they remained silent. She was starting to feel embarrassed and wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Mike wasn’t sure how he felt about the weekend. He didn’t like it. He believed he could forgive Jodi for her behavior if the last 24 hours were all there was to it. He also knew that a lot of what had happened was his fault.

He thought she might feel better after taking a bath. It was something he’d come up with on her birthday. He called it, “the pampering”. He prepared her a hot bubble bath with lavender bath salts and afterwards she’d laid down on her stomach on their bed and he massaged her. She hadn’t let him turn the lights on, but he’d gotten to run his hands all over her body. She’d even turned over so that he could rub her front. The pampering had worked and she’d gotten aroused. He mounted her and made slow love to his wife. This was before he’d started having difficulties with erection.

This wasn’t a romantic evening. He just thought a bath might relax her. She was grateful and stepped in the tub. Unusually, she had forgotten to shut and lock the door to the bathroom. It was open a crack and Mike decided to take a peek and check up on her, afraid she might have fallen asleep. Her head was back, resting on the rim, eyes closed. Her arm was in the water and it looked like her hand was between her legs. Her lips parted moaning slightly. She was playing with herself! The weed was still affecting her. He'd never thought of Jodi as a masturbator, but here she was fingering herself in the tub. She whimpered, arching her back enough he could see her nipples emerge from the water, suds covering parts of her breasts. He pulled back and slipped into bed, surprised to see, he was sporting a decent erection. The weed was still in his system too.

Her erection was gone by the time Jodi joined him in the bedroom. She sat on the bed and dropped her towel. Under different circumstances, he’d been thrilled to see she was nude. Jodi normally wore a pull over night gown. She looked sexy as hell in it, especially from the front where it clung to her breasts. She only removed it for sex and sometimes she only lifted it up to her waist during sex. Usually, she removed it just before he entered her and replaced it as soon as he was done.

Mike rolled over and stared at her sleek back. She was squirting skin cream into her palm and rubbing it into her breasts and chest. His penis stiffened a little, but shrank again when his mind pictured her rubbing Shawn’s semen all over her skin. She leaned forward and did her legs.

“Want me to do your back?” he asked.

Jodi froze a second. She sat straight up and raised her wet red hair up off her shoulder. “Please?” she asked, reaching around her to hand her the lotion. He sat up and began rubbing the skin cream into her back while also massaging her shoulders and neck. She moaned softly, enjoying his touch. When he finished, he kissed her on the shoulder. “Thank you,” she said. She turned the light out and slipped in beside him, sleeping nude in a bed for the first time since their honeymoon.

Mike woke several hours later to fingers caressing his dick. Jodi squeezed his prick, tugging on it. Her tugs turned to slow strokes as he hardened. Jodi didn’t sleep in the nude, nor did she ever initiate sex, but here she was, gently jerking him off. When he was hard, she sat up, leaning down and taking his dick in her mouth. Mike moaned and ran his hands through her hair.

Jodi adjusted herself slightly. Her knees were up by him, her bosom pushed into his stomach as she bobbed her head over his shaft. Mike sighed and relaxed enjoying the feeling of being in his wife’s hot mouth. He was relieved she still had any interest in his little penis after experiencing Shawn.

Jodi leaned further down, easily deepthroating his six-and-a-half-inch penis. She was nearly laying on him now and a few seconds later, she was raising one leg over him, her pussy just above his face. He was glad he couldn’t see it, not sure what kind of shape it was in after getting fucked repeatedly by a foot long penis. She lowered it a little. Mike wanted to eat her. They’d never 69’d before and this was pretty exciting. He raised his nose to her pussy, fearing it would smell like spunk, but the only aroma his nostril inhaled was lavender from the bath. She smelled clean. He raised his tongue up and licked up her slit. Jodi jumped slightly, but moaned and pushed her pussy back into his tongue.

Mike slid his arms under her thighs and wrapped his hands around her waist pulling her back into his thrusting tongue. She humped him, sucking his dick harder. He was surprised he’d lasted this long or could manage a strong erection. Her mouth felt great, lips tightly embracing his shaft to keep him hard. He could feel the cum welling in his balls. He switched tactics. Sucking her clit hard between his lips.

“YES!” she cried, raisin her head off his dick. “Keep sucking my clit.” She took him in her mouth again.

Mike sucked her clit like it was one of her nipples. She kept humping his face. Her anus must have been pushing into his nose, but even that smelled of lavender. Her cry was muffled by his dick in her mouth. Her thighs trembled and she came just as Mike quit sucking her slit and pushed his tongue back in her pussy.

It was like swallowing a raw oyster.

The thick pudding like substance slid down his tongue and into his mouth. What the hell? He thought, just as another oyster-sized wad of pudding shot into his mouth. It was hot, didn’t taste all that bad, and it was like nothing he’d ever tasted before yet it still seemed familiar. She pushed her pussy hard into his mouth, her orgasmic contractions shooting out more of the pudding until his mouth was full. He couldn’t breathe his nose was bent against her anus and her pussy was covering his mouth. Mike was forced to swallow, his mind realizing that what the substance was even as it was sliding down his throat. He tried to stop struggling a little, his wiggling tongue enticing out another wad of Shawn’s sperm into his mouth. Mike came, thrusting his dick deep between Jodi’s lips as he ejaculated. Another wad of semen slipped into his mouth. Mike closed his throat and lowered his head from Jodi’s pussy so that he could breathe through his nose. She wasn’t done cumming and a final large wad of Shawn’s seed, splattered across his face, covering his nostrils. The fresh lavender scent was gone and all he could smell was the ammonia-like stink of another man’s cum.

Jodi slid off him. Mike rolled off the bed the second he was free and ran to the bedroom. The last wad was still rolling around on his tongue and he spit it out into the sink. He ran the hot water, but used a cold wet cloth to clean the semen off his face. He rinsed it off under the hot water and washed his face again. He wanted to gag. In the mirror, he could see Jodi sitting up on the bed, spitting out his semen into a dixie cup of water she kept on the nightstand. She looked as disgusted as he did even though she’d swallowed him last week and at least two loads of Shawn’s semen over the last day.

Mike rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash and left the bathroom, switching places with Jodi. She also rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash before slipping back into bed.

The first rays of dawn were illuminating the room when he felt Jodi’s hand on his dick again. This time she had a lot more trouble getting him hard. She pulled and tugged on his prick until it stiffened enough. She climbed on top of him, squeezing the base of his dick to make it hard enough to enter her. It did turn fully erect at the sight of his wife’s nude body mounting his dick, but it quickly deflated after she’d only rode him a couple times. She bounded too high on the third and his dick slithered out. She squeezed his prick almost painfully until she could force the head back inside her and started humping him again. “Come on, Mike,” she gasped. “Come on, baby. Deeper. I need it deeper. I need a cock, a big bl… Noooooo,” she whimpered as Mike grunted, his limp dick leaking out a few meager drops of semen into her. “Dammit.”

“Sorry,” he said, feeling emasculated. This wasn’t the first time this happened. This was common when he’d first started developing ED. He’d gotten her worked up enough she wanted sex only to disappoint her, cumming after a few strokes or losing his erection almost immediately. The pills had been like a miracle drug to him.

She tapped him a few times on the shoulder to tell him it was alright. Though it wasn’t.

Jodi showered first and dressed for school in one of her figure hiding dresses. She beat him home from work that day. He entered the kitchen. She was sitting with her head in her arms. “Honey, are you okay?” he asked concerned.

Jodi raised her head. Her eyes were red and tears were running down her cheeks. She was a natural beauty and wore little makeup, but the little she wore was smeared. “Oh, Mike, I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Mike held his arms open. “Come here.”

Jodi stood up and ran into his embrace. She buried her head in his shoulder, still sobbing. “Can you forgive me? I behaved like a total slut.”

“There there, honey,” he reassured her patting her on the back. “It wasn’t you. It was the weed.”

“It made me act like a slut, Mike.” She shook in his arms. “I slept with one of my students, I… I… fucked a nigg… a black man.” She shook violently.

Mike hugged her tighter. “It’s as much my fault as yours. You were right I should have turned that weed in to the police.”

Jodi broke the embrace. “Yes, you should have.” Her green eyes were stared back at him. They looked sad. They were red from crying.

Her pupils were normal.

Jodi went back to the table and sat down, laying her head in her arms. “I don’t want to have anything to do with Shawn Wright again,” she said into her arms.

Ironically, thought Mike, her face was right where Shawn had left a pool of cum on their table yesterday. Mike had wiped it up before dinner. “We could go away for the weekend?” he asked. This was her final week of school for the summer and they’d often took a weekend off.

“That would just delay it.” She raised her head and smiled at him sadly. “And it might make him mad.”

“We could call the cops. Maybe set him up?”

“A man like that has friends, Mike. They would hurt us if Shawn found out it was us. Plus, how long would he stay locked up on a marijuana charge?”

“Not long,” sighed Mike. “It’s not even illegal. A judge wouldn’t care all that much that it’s a new strain of weed. He’d be back on the street a day later.”

“And really pissed off.”

“And really pissed off,” He agreed.

“I don’t see an out, Mike. I’ll pray every night that he doesn’t come back, but if he does, he does.”

“Jodi, if he keeps cumming inside you, you might get pregnant.” She shuddered. “And what’s to stop him from coming back whenever he feels like it, even after we’ve paid him back?”

She shuddered again.

**********

The rest of the week passed like normal. Jodi came home Thursday after school in a good mood. It was the last student day and she wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying brats for another three months. Plus, there was an opening for a second-grade teacher. She’d expressed interest to her boss and had a shot at transferring to another school with younger, better-behaved kids.

Friday was for teachers only and a half day. She planned on going shopping after work. The shadow of the approaching weekend hung over her with the possible return of Shawn to their home. Still, she hadn’t heard a peep out of him since he left last Sunday. Maybe, her prayers were being answered?

Mike came home from work Friday, entering though the front door. He sighed when he saw the pile of bags on the couch. She warned him she was going shopping. He hoped she hadn’t replaced the ugly church outfit Shawn had destroyed.

“Honey, I’m in the kitchen,” she called.

Mike dropped his briefcase and walked towards the kitchen. He wanted to ask if she’d gotten the call they’d been dreading, but didn’t want to ruin the mood if she hadn’t. He froze in shock at the entrance to the kitchen. His first shock was that she was actually making dinner. He usually took her out Friday nights and mostly, he was the cook in the family. The bigger shock was over what she was wearing… yoga pants! Jodi didn’t even wear yoga pants for yoga! The pants were clinging to her shapely legs and even more impressively, her well-rounded ass. Seeing Jodi wearing these were like a dream come true. She turned and approached him. His eyes transfixed on her bare navel. Above, her yoga pants she was wearing a while sleeveless halter. Her sexy shapely belly was fully on display. He could even see a dark bra through her top. Also surprising him, she was barefoot. He rarely saw her barefoot and she’d panted her toenails red. This was like a fantasy outfit to him. If his golfing buddies saw her wearing this they’d be so jealous.

“I’m guessing you like?” she asked, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“I like,” he said, nodding, after kissing her. She returned to the counter where she was tossing a salad. Mike just stood there and stared happily at her ass. “Buy that today?”

She didn’t turn around, but kept working. “Got this a couple days ago. I wore it out shopping.”

Holy shit! She wore that out to the mall! “I can’t believe you wore that out in public?”

Jodi sighed and did turn around. “It wasn’t easy. Every male I passed checked me out. A few tried to talk to me.”

Maybe his dream of her dressing sexier wasn’t that good of an idea? “Did any bother you?”

“Just your buddy Eddie.”

“You ran into Eddie?” Eddie was one of his golfing buddies. He’d spread the word to his friends over how hot Jodi looked. Mike felt slightly pleased with this.

“No offense, Eddie’s a little creepy. He kept staring at my belly.”

“He’s got a thing for bellybuttons.”

“Told me I should get it pierced.”

“That would be sexy,” agreed Mike.

“I’ll stick with just having my ears pierced, thank you.” She turned back to the salad. “I was worried Eddie wasn’t going to leave me alone. He practically followed me into the lingerie store, but luckily his wife showed up and dragged him off. She gave me a look over and apparently didn’t approve of my new look.

“Diane’s used to being the hottest woman in any group. I think her weight gain after her last baby’s left her a little bitter. Wait, did you say lingerie store?”

“Yes. If you’re a good boy, I might even let you see me in some of my new outfits.”

“Oh, I’m a good boy,” said Mike. “What’s for dinner?”

“Salad,” she replied.

“Just a salad? I’m pretty hungry.” He looked down at the bowl. It was a large garden salad and to be fair, there were several strips of chicken on it.

“I want you hungry.”

“Oh yeah, why?” he asked, confused.

“Cause your pills are more effective on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah,” he said, chewing some lettuce. “They do work better… oh. OH!”

Jodi smiled at him.

Later, they watched a movie together on the couch. His stomach was growling and he was starving, but she was right. His ED meds did work better on an empty stomach. He got up halfway through the movie to take a couple pills. After the movie, he followed her upstairs, staring at her ass the whole time. As he watched her cheeks flexing with each step up the stairs his penis was already stirring.

They stopped by the bed and faced each other. Jodi reached up and loosened his tie, pulling it off. Her hands unbuttoned his dress shirt, working their way down until his shirt was open. He lifted her halter over her head, stunned at the sight of her bra. It wasn’t black, but a dark blue, it squeezed her breasts, displaying a lot of cleavage and showing off more breast flesh than any of her plain old bras.

Her panty matched the bra and as she stood before him in her new underwear, all he could think of was that she should have been an Instagram model. She needed to display her amazing body on social media. She couldn’t look any more beautiful than she did at that… Jodi unhooked her bra. No, topless was better, a lot better. And as she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, Mike thought. Nude is the best of all. Women that looked as good as Jodi naked shouldn’t wear clothes.

This great and amazing night only got better. Jodi laid down on top the bed, never turning the lights out. Mike mounted her. The head of his dick found its way into her pussy without any help and he found her warm and ready for him. His dick slid easily inside. They both groaned in pleasure at their mating.

Her pussy felt different. It was still hot and wet, but it’s embrace wasn’t as tight and even as he buried his dick inside her, he felt her channel continued on way past the maximum reach of his penis. Still, she seemed like she was enjoying it and she still wanted him even after she’d been stretched out by a much larger man. Maybe, when this was over, her pussy would contract back to normal?

They made love for ten minutes and it was wonderful, some of the best sex they’d ever had. Mike and Jodi stared into each other’s eyes, pausing to kiss passionately. He slowed down when he felt he was getting close, withdrawing most of his prick so that he could hunch over her and suckle her hard nipples. She writhed beneath him, humping her crotch into the head of his dick wanting him back inside her. He gave it to her, increasing the speed of his thrusts until he felt the cum welling up in his balls. “Getting close,” he groaned.

“Not yet,” she gasped. “Slow down.”

Mike didn’t slow down. He pulled back until his dick sprang free. It was twitching. He let it calm down, before pushing it back in. Jodi humped up into him. “Harder,” she moaned.

Mike thrust harder, groaning as he felt his orgasm growing.

“Slow down,” she begged.

“Do you want it harder or do you want me to slow down?” he asked, holding it inside her and letting the feeling in his balls fade.

“As hard as you can without finishing,” she whispered. “I think I might.”

The thought of making her cum thrilled Mike and he tried to give her what she wanted to the best of his ability. He worked his dick in hard, even slamming it forward, pausing and pulling it out to let it calm down. He waited a while, teasing the entrance to her pussy with the tip until he felt he could go hard again. “Can’t hold off much longer,” he gasped.

“That’s it Mike. Fuck me. Hard. Cum in me.” He worked his dick in and out as fast as he could, the sperm welling in his balls again. “YES! Yes, Mike. I’m close, baby. Gonna cum. I’m gonna…”

BBBUUUZZZZZZ!

They both jumped at the noise as Jodi’s phone jumped on the dresser nightstand the bed. Mike’s final thrust shot several strong spurts of his seed inside her as he came. Jodi’s approaching orgasm faded and went away. They both looked at each other and turned to look at the phone on the nightstand.

Mike pulled out. He had one of those huge erections, he got right after ejaculating. Jodi slid up and picked up her phone to look at the text. “It’s Shawn,” she said, looking at him crestfallen.

Mike’s penis withered on the spot, shrinking down to only half its size.

“He’s coming tomorrow at seven,” she said gulping, her eyes staring at him, pleading for help.

Mike couldn’t help noticing that even as his penis was shrinking into his testicles, her erect nipples were swelling even harder to the point her areola lifted off her breast.

**********

Jodi came down for breakfast wearing her yoga pants again with a matching sport’s bra. “Wow,” said Mike, staring at her.

“Thought I’d get a work out in.”

“Can I come watch?” he asked, filling her breakfast plate.

She just smiled at him, sitting down to eat. Mike was going to mow the lawn while she was at the gym and clean out the hot tub. Despite their trepidation over Shawn’s impending return, they had things to do that day.

Jodi left and returned a few hours later with a haircut. “You got your hair done?”

“I’ve had an appointment for weeks,” she lied. She just felt like a haircut and after that she’d gotten her nails done, but he wouldn’t notice that. “This top keeps my breasts pretty firm,” she said, jumping. Her breasts jiggled quite a bit, but not as much as they did in one of her bras.

“Yeah, they do.”

“I’m going to try to jog around the block.”

“Sure,” said Mike, wondering what the neighbors would think seeing Jodi dressed like that out running. It was Saturday and they’d be out mowing or washing their cars. They’d be in for a shock. He smiled at the thought, liking the idea.

Jodi returned, breathing heavily from her workout. She wasn’t done working out and entered the garage to use her exercise bike.

Mike watched TV while waiting for her to finish exercising. He was wondering where all her energy was coming from or maybe she was just killing time from nervousness. She was pale and a little shaky when she came in from the garage. Shawn had texted her again.

Answer the door in your bikini. Greet me like you greet yo husband. Have the hot tub ready.

“You don’t have to go through that again, Jodi,” said Mike, handing the phone back to her. “We can just get in the car and leave.”

“And go where? He’d find us eventually.” Jodi sighed. She looked at the clock on the wall. They’d had four hours. “I’m going to take a nap and then a bath.”

“I guess I’ll fill the hot tub back up.”

Jodi didn’t think she’d be able to nap, but the hot day and her work out must have worn her out. She quickly fell asleep, her anxiety over Shawn returning giving her a vivid dream.

She was sitting at her school desk, grading papers. All the ethnic students, she used a red pen to write F before circling it and setting the paper aside. There was a knock on her door. Jodi stood up from her desk. Behind her, the blackboard was gone having been replaced by a mirror showing her reflection and the rest of her empty classroom. She was dressed more like a porn star then a teacher. She wore a tight black skirt with a white button-down blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and for some reason she wore black rimmed glasses. She pushed her glasses back on her nose and walked over to answer the door. The school security officer stood there looking grim. “Sorry, Mrs. Hayes,” he told her. “They shut down the special education classes.” He entered her room leading Shawn Wright by a pair of wrist restraints. Shawn was naked except for tiny white boxers that could barely contain his bulging cock. “He’s all yours.”

“That’s okay, officer,” she told him, watching him cut Shawn’s restraints. Shawn spread his wrists apart and flexed his bulging biceps. The Shawn in her dream was the current 19 year old Shawn and not the 15 year old she’d had in class.

“Four years in detention,” he grunted. “You sentenced me to four years in detention, bitch.”

“Want me to stay?” asked the officer, warily eyeing the giant black man. He’d suddenly turned into Mike.

“No thanks, you can go Mike.” She slapped a ruler down on her palm. “I can handle Mr. Wright.” She stared at Shawn after Mike shut the door. “First things first, Mr. Wright.”

“Yeah?”

“Pull your underwear down.”

“Yes, Mrs. Hayes.” He stepped out of his underwear, his plump cock uncoiling and falling out.

“Now that is one big black cock, Mr. Wright,” she said, stepping up to him and taking it in her hand.

“Yes it is, Mrs. Hayes. Chu like it?”

“Why yes, Mr. Wright. I like it. I like it very much.” She took it in her hand and stroked it to full hardness, letting it fall so that it was sticking straight out. “Why this is the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.” She laid her ruler down on top of it. The ruler balanced perfectly on the thickness of the straight black cock. “Why it’s a perfect 12 inches,” she stated impressed. “Mr. Wright, how would you like to get your grade up in my class?”

“I’d like that very much, Mrs. Hayes.”

“I thought you would,” she told him, kneeling and taking his cock in her mouth. Jodi started bobbing her head. In her dream she managed to take the entire thing. He grabbed her head, fucking her face shoving his cock down her throat while he pulled her hair out of a pony tail. He came down her throat and she gulped it down. “I give the taste of your cum an A, Mr. Wright.” She stood, licking some semen off her lips.

“Let’s see what you think of dis then?” Shawn grabbed her blouse and ripped it open sending buttons flying all over the floor.

Jodi was soon on her desk being fucked by Shawn just like he had fucked her on her kitchen table Sunday morning. “Fuck me. Fuck me. I love your big black cock, Mr. Wright. An A+.” She turned and looked at her reflection in the blackboard/mirror. She saw her nude body laying on her desk while Shawn held her legs up slamming his cock in and out of her. Her hair was spread out over the table and her glasses were askew on her nose. “I give you an A+”

“And I’m gonna give you a black baby. Gonna bust a nut in yo pussy, teach TILF. Put a black baby in that white belly. Here cums my nut, slut. Take my SEED…”

BBBUUUZZZZZZ!

Jodi sat straight up gasping and covered in sweat. Her alarm buzzed again and she reached over to shut her phone off. The pillow and bed were soaked like she’d had a fever break. Her thighs were even wetter and her nipples were so erect they were scraping painfully against the insides of her sports bra.

She sat up and pulled the bra off, sighing with relief when the cool air from the AC caressed her aching nipples. Topless and on shaky legs from her dream, she walked to the bathroom, skipping the shower, she went to the tub and started the water, pulling off her yoga pants while it was running. Nude, she added her lavender scent bath salts and bubbles to the water. It was 5:30, ninety minutes until Shawn got here.

Her arousal subsided during her bath, though her nipples remained hard. She sank down into the hot water, letting it soak her hair before coming back up. Jodi raised her leg out of the bubbles, reaching for her razor to make sure her legs were nice and shaved. After doing both legs and under her arms, she ran the razor down both sides of her bush. Done shaving, she sank back down into the water. She didn’t want to over do it knowing she’d be sitting in the overly hot tub soon anyway, but the soak felt good.

When she was done, Jodi dried herself off and stared at herself in the mirror. She plugged her curling iron in and applied some light makeup, adding some green eye shadow that complimented her eyes and some lipstick. When the curling iron was hot, she added some curls to her newly cut hair. Finished, she stood up straight and stared at herself in the mirror. The image of herself staring at her reflection while Shawn fucked her flashed through her brain. She turned away from her reflection and walked over to her bags of new clothes and began looking for the one with the new bikini.

**********

Mike was pacing nervously, worried what the night might bring. It was just minutes until seven. Jodi appeared at the top of the stairs stopping him in his tracks. His jaw dropped open. “You got a new bikini?” he stated the obvious.

“I wanted one that fit.”

“I’m not sure that one’s much better.” His eyes swept down her voluptuous body. It did fit better, but even though it covered more of her body then the other bikini, it made her look sluttier. Her new bikini was a solid red string bikini. The panty tied high on the hips and the front was cut low, nearly to the tops of her pubes. The top cups caressed her tits along the outside displaying a lot of breast flesh between her bosom. The red strap connecting the cups ran under her breasts. Her ever-prominent nipples were trying their best to poke through the top.

Mike’s watch dinged. “It’s seven,” he said.

Jodi descended the stairs. She stared at the door. “Maybe he’s not…”

DING DONG!

They both jumped a little. They turned and glanced at each other before turning back to stare at the door.

DING DONG!

Jodi’s shoulders fell in defeat as she began strolling towards the front door. Mike’s eyes moved down to her ass. The new bikini wasn’t a thong, but the rear covering left little to the imagination. It more or less just covered her ass crack leaving her outer cheeks bare.

DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!

“Alright already,” she muttered, turning the knob and opening the door. Shawn’s massive form towered over her. She stared up at him trying not to tremble.

“Good evening, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Shawn,” she said.

“Well?”

“Would you like to come in?”

“Is this how you greet yo husband?” His brow furrowed as he glowered down at her.

“Welcome home, honey,” she said.

“Naw bitch. Like this.” Shawn’s huge arms enveloped her, grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. He pulled her into him. Jodi pushed off arching her back and looking up at him just as he brought his broad black lips down to her pink ones. He kissed her forcing his tongue into her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but all that did was cause their tongues to intertwine. His fingers dug into her lush buttocks pulling her tighter against him and lifting him to her tiptoes. His swelling cock pushed into her belly. “That’s how you greet yo man,” he grunted.

Jodi spun around wild-eyed. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. Her nipples were still hard and pushing out her top, but now her areolae were also visible having puffed up off her breasts. Mike’s nervousness began to increase. Jodi couldn’t actually be turned on by the ugly brute, could she?

“You got yo bong, Mr. Hayes?”

“Please no,” groaned Jodi, not sure how she’d behave under the influence of the fuck weed though she also didn’t want to do anything with Shawn without it.

“Go get it,” ordered Shawn. He turned and walked through the sliding glass door to the hot tub. It was warm out and all Shawn had on was a white tank top, camouflage patterned shorts, and bare feet in men’s slides. He stepped out of the slides and pulled the tank top off over his head. Jodi’s eyes went straight to his muscular torso. “Here ya go,” said Shawn pulling a small bag of weed from a pocket and tossing it to Mike.

“This doesn’t add to our debt, does it?” asked Mike, suspiciously.

“No white boy,” said Shawn laughing. “It’s mostly for me. I ain’t neva gonna fuck again without it.”

“Not me?” asked Jodi in a small voice.

“If chu want some, Mrs. Hayes. If chu want some. Show me a good time this weekend and I might just let chu off the hook.” Her eyes lit up with hope at that. “Now why don’t you go get me a beer.

“Yes, Shawn,” she said, turning and leaving.

Mike felt the color drain from his face when Shawn bent down and slipped his shorts off. His cock was nearly sticking straight out, slightly bent down. Nude, the large black man turned and stepped down into the tub. Mike pulled his own shirt off. He wasn’t just conscious of how much smaller his prick was from Shawn, but by how inferior his physical body was with his skinny build, sunken chest, and slight paunch. He climbed into the tub with his suit on.

“Dis is nice, Mr. Hayes,” said Shawn taking the bong and filling the bowl with some of his weed. “Might get me one of these when my fuck weed business gets up and running.” He lit the weed and took a hit. “Though I’ll get me one of da big eight people tubs so I can party with a bunch of hot bitches.”

“Just don’t get her too stoned,” pleaded Mike.

“You think I need the weed to fuck yo wife again, Mr. Hayes? She wants dis bad.” Shawn lifted himself out of the hot tub so he could shake his plump black cock at Mike.

“No,” said Mike, turning his head away from the giant cock, but staring at it sideways.

“She hooked now, white boy,” said Shawn taking another hit.

“No, she’s not.”

Shawn laughed. “Betcha there’s a wet spot on her panty.”

“What?”

“I’m telling ya dat white pussy is leaking at the thought of getting some black dick in it again.”

“No way,” said Mike, with little conviction. He’d seen the way her nipples had puffed out after kissing Shawn.

“If there ain’t a wet spot on her bikini bottom, then I’ll leave and never come back.”

“What’s that about never coming back?” asked Jodi, returning to the deck with a beer.

“We’ll see, Mrs. Hayes,” said Shawn. “Why don’t you stop and let me check chu out in dat new bikini?”

Jodi felt kind of humiliated and stood above her husband and former student while both their eyes roamed her body.

“Turn around,” ordered Shawn.

Jodi turned, glad she’d decided against another thong.

“Put that beer down.”

Jodi bent down and placed Shawn’s beer on the deck.

The black man chuckled. “That’s what I’m talkin about. Looks like I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Oh Jodi,” groaned Mike. The bottom of her swimsuit was noticeably darker and wet just beneath her pussy.

“What?” she asked, standing back up and turning around.

“I told your husband that I’d leave if there wasn’t a wet spot on yo pussy.”

Jodi’s cheeks turned as red as her hair. “I didn’t dry down there after my bath is all,” she stuttered out.

“She did just have a bath,” said Mike, not convinced.

“Stick yo finger in her then,” ordered Shawn. “That’s what I thought,” he added, when Mike didn’t move. “Gimme my beer and join us.”

Jodi squatted to get the beer so they couldn’t see her panty again. She handed the beer to Shawn as she stepped into the tub. He took a sip before setting the beer aside and adding some more pot to the bong. The weed already in the bowl had gone out. He lit it and inhaled. Jodi shuddered slightly when she saw the large black man’s eyes were already dilated. The large pupils made him look demonic. “I need some,” she said.

“You don’t need it, Mrs. Hayes. Your pussy’s literally weeping for my cock.”

Again, Jodi’s cheeks turned crimson. Mike flushed a little to.

“Just give me a hit?” she asked.

“You just want it so you has an excuse, Mrs. Hayes. If you didn’t want this…” Shawn leaned forward and stood. His thick foot long cock stuck straight out from his crotch. Mike winced, but couldn’t look away. Jodi’s eyes widened; her eyes glued to the giant black cock. “If you didn’t want this, then why’d you pimp yoself out for me?”

“Pimp myself?”

“The hair, makeup, and a new bikini, good choice on that.”

“You mean primp and I certainly didn’t primp myself for you. I pamper myself the end of every school year. Just let me have a hit. I need to be stoned if I’m going anywhere near that monster again.”

“Give the head a kiss and I’ll give you a hit.”

Jodi glowered at him, but she sat up and leaned forward, planting her lips on the tip of his cock, she gave it a quick kiss.

“Nah Bitch, not like dat. Like you kissed me at the door. Open yo mouth and use a little tongue.”

Jodi sat back up. This time she parted her lips and placed them on the tip of his cock. She spread them wider, her tongue licking around the end of his cock head. She pushed forward a little, her lips sliding along the bulbus head of Shawn’s huge cock until the large flair of his glans had slid under top lip. Her tongue twirling around his cock head. She moaned slightly. It was a lustful moan and both men heard it. Jodi’s head rocked and she began bobbing it along the tip of his cock, sucking a little more of his shaft in her mouth until Mike ruined it.

“I guess you don’t have to be stoned,” he said, angrily.

Jodi pulled back, his cock jerking up and bobbing as it sprang free of her mouth. She blushed again and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “Just give me a hit.”

Shawn sat back down, but several inches of his cock stuck out of the water. He had to light the bong again. “Suit yourself,” he said, passing it to her. Jodi snatched it out of his hand and took a big hit from the bong, closing her eyes as she held it in. “But you’re a whore for black cock, Mrs. Hayes, chu just ain’t admitting it yet.”

Some tears rolled down her cheeks when she opened her eyes again and exhaled. She had been aroused since waking up this morning and her horniness had only increased the closer it got to Shawn’s arrival. Her sex dream had only made it worse as did displaying her body in her new bikini for the two men. Showing off her body was starting to stir something within her. She’d even gotten a little horny from the attention Mike’s creepy golfing buddy Eddie had given her. Being horny was nothing compared to what the weed was doing to her. Now her pussy felt empty amd the need to have it filled was growing. She took another hit, holding the smoke in. She kept her eyes closed, feeling Shawn pull the bong away so that he could have another hit. She wasn’t a whore, but she hated that the black bastard was right. She wanted his cock again. She hadn’t gone an hour all week without thinking about one of their encounters last weekend. She wanted him inside her again and she wanted to cum like she had last week again.

Mike watched them passing the bong. Neither offered him a hit, nor did he ask for one. He was going to watch his wife fucking the black thug again, but the weed would have forced him to jerk off watching them. He’d rather have his usual noodle dick, but dammit the fuck weed had given him a rock-hard erection and some powerful orgasms. There was a part of him that wanted a few hits even if it jerking off to his wife acting like a slut for the black man.  He understood why Shawn had said he never planned on fucking again without it.

Jodi exhaled through her nose and started to slide down into the water after her third hit. “There she goes,” said Shawn. Mike leaped over to grab her shoulders and lift her up so that her head fell back on the deck. Her stoned smile spread across her face.

“I gave it to a couple other sluts this week and they didn’t go out like her,” said Shawn, staring at Jodi’s face as he finished of the bong. Her eyes were fluttering like she was in REM sleep. “Can’t wait for the seeds to sprout and secure my stash. I’ll experiment with it some more when I’ve got a decent supply, but I gotta raise some funds to get more greenhouses.”

“You’ll make a fortune off this stuff,” said Mike, staring at the black man. If Shawn Wright controlled all the fuck weed, he was going to be extremely wealthy.

“Gonna be rich, bitch,” said Shawn, a triumphant grin spread across his face. “Just need some funds.”

**********

As soon as she passed out, Jodi’s sexual history started passing before her eyes again only now her sexual history started the moment Shawn Wright stood up in her hot tub and she laid her eyes on the giant cock sticking out between his legs. Her pussy gave a wrench of yearning as she recalled taking it in her mouth for the first time making her officially a cock sucker. She liked it. She liked servicing his cock. His voluminous semen tasted amazing. Her need to be filled began growing again. She’d believed that Mike’s penis could satisfy the need, but she’d realized how wrong she was when the black teen had given her first taste of a real man’s cock inside her. Shawn’s cock fulfilled the need even as it made it worse. Now it was the only thing that could satisfy the burning desire in her pussy. The only thing that had quenched her desire had been when he flooded her with his seed giving her a few meager hours of release. She’d woken horny and empty again reaching over for Mike’s dick. It had been erect, so small and skinny, not what she needed. What she needed was in the guest room. Shawn had been sleeping nude on the covers. Like Mike, he too was erect, giant cock pointing North of his navel rising up off his stomach. She straddled it sliding her wet pussy along the shaft until her opening was over the head. She pushed down over it, then back taking his shaft back inside her. Shawn flipped the light on to watch her ride him. His mouth and fingers on her nipples increased the pleasure his cock was giving her. Again, his cum quenched the fire in her pussy and he put out the fire again a few hours later. In the morning, she’d awoken hungry, her belly growling as she glanced at his hard cock. She’d felt normal for a while, the guilt over what she’d done hitting her while taking her shower even as the emptiness in her pussy was growing again. Her vaginal muscles began clenching down around an imaginary cock trying to pull him inside her as she remembered the black brute ripping her blouse open before fucking her on the kitchen table. Her brain superimposed images from her dream with her memories of last week. He was cumming inside her fucking her in the kitchen and on her desk at work. Black cock filled her need. She loved black cock. She needed his black cock. Say my name, she heard him say. “SHAWN!”

Jodi jerked awake.

“What?” asked Shawn.

“Jodi, are you okay?” asked Mike, concerned.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her face flushed. “It’s too hot in here,” she complained, wiping the perspiration off her forehead with her hand. “What’s the temperature, Mike?”

“Normal,” he said.

“Maybe we should get out den?” said Shawn, standing.

Jodi’s eyes immediately fixated on his hard cock.