FUCK WEED
Copyright 2022 by Stormbringer
Mike Hayes was bending down to pick up another branch from
last night’s storm when he heard the car come squealing to a stop on the other
side of his stone fenced in yard. He didn’t think much of it until he heard
some doors slamming. He looked up as a dark figure appeared in the twilight
rising up above his eight-foot fence. The man must have been standing on a car
hood. The hoodie covered black man appeared to be trying to climb over his
fence. Mike ducked behind a tree and whipped out his cell phone. He kept a wary
eye on the black thug as he pressed 9 then 1. His finger froze above the last
1. He didn’t need to call the police. He could already hear the sirens.
The black man tossed a bundle into a bush in Mike’s yard
before he disappeared, jumping off the hood of his car. Mike approached his
fence, hearing a car door slam on the other side. Police lights reflected off
the leaves in his trees as another car slammed its brakes and then another
further down the street.
“Freeze,” yelled an authoritative voice. “Hands up.”
“About time,” muttered Mike. The police had a reputation for
not doing their jobs. Crime had skyrocketed and the dem-coms running the city
council had voted with trend of defunding the police a few years back. Mike was
grateful for the fence which helped keep out the riffraff. Of course, the drug
dealer they were arresting would be back on the street within days thanks to
the lefty district attorney.
Mike quit listening to the arrest and walked over to his
hydrangea. It didn’t take much rooting around for him to find the object the
thug had tossed into his yard. He held it up, not quite sure what it was in the
growing darkness. He thought about tossing it back over the fence to the
police, but curiosity changed his mind and he carried the bundle toward the
lights on his back deck. He held it up to the light, recognizing the leaves and
buds.
He was holding a brick of marijuana!
**********
“How was work?” he asked when his wife came home the next
day.
Jodi Hayes sighed and dropped her briefcase on the couch.
“Typical,” she said. “I’m going to soak in the tub after dinner.”
“Well, I was thinking the hot tub would feel nice tonight,”
he said, handing her a glass of wine.
Jodi’s warning bells went off. She knew her husband too
well. A soak in the hot tub and some wine to loosen her up meant he was hoping
to have sex. “The tub sounds great, but don’t get your hopes up for anything
else,” she told him, accepting and sipping her wine. His shoulders visibly
slumped as she dashed his high hopes.
Jodi taught eighth grade at middle school and over the last
few years she’d been having a rough time of it. A local civil rights group had
sued the school over the fact that the remedial level classes for the
disruptive students were 100% black. The school board’s compromise was to end
the remedial classes and place the disruptive students back in with the better-behaved
students. She’d been happy with her job up until that point. She’d also dodged
a bullet. She was the top teacher in her district for recommending students for
those remedial classes.
The fact that Jodi Hayes was a stunner and built like a
stripper didn’t help much either. Jodi was four years younger than Mike’s 38
and still glowing with youthful beauty. Long red hair fell down between her
shoulder blades. Her eyes were bright and green. Her lips full, naturally dark,
and her smile could brighten any room though she didn’t smile much anymore. Her
face was very Playboy girl next door, but her body was pure Penthouse. She
wouldn’t tell her husband, but he’d checked her bra. Her giant breasts were an
E-cup and sat proud above a thin waist and a flat belly. All natural, but Mike
didn’t blame his buddies when they asked if Jodi had implants. A few didn’t
believe him. Her breasts were too big and perfect to be normal. Her ass was
great to, full, fit, and firm, thrusting up and out in a nice firm bubble to
balance out the weight on her chest. Her legs were long and very fit. Her
breasts kept her from running so she stayed fit with an exercise bike in the
garage.
Jodi dressed pretty conservatively normally and especially
for school. Today she was wearing slacks and a surprisingly tight top that
hugged her breasts, but she’d covered them up with an open sweater. Still, it
was hard to hide assets like hers and she’d even had one black student expelled
for grabbing her ass when she bent down to pick up a pen she’d dropped. He’d
apologized, but claimed he just couldn’t help himself. Mike understood. He’d
been a teenager with raging hormones once. He’d had more self-control, but he’d
also never had a teacher built like his wife.
Jodi took the sweater off and tossed it over the back of a
chair. Her top was a little daring for her. It was low cut, showing off her
freckled chest and even a little cleavage. Her nipples were visible poking
through her bra and top. Jodi was freckled like a lot of redheads, but not
heavily so and they were concentrated in certain areas, mostly her upper cheeks
and chest. Her breasts and belly were pale white and blemish free. She untucked
her shirt loosening it so that her nipples were less visible. “What’s for
dinner?” she asked.
“Just a light salad with some grilled chicken on it,” he
told her. She nodded happy with his choice. Mike wished he’d gone heavier. He
was hungry and craving steak and potatoes, but he had some erectile issues and
found his pills worked better on an empty stomach. Oh well, he thought. Eating
light was still good for him as he’d been developing a paunch over the last few
years.
They ate and filled each other in on their day. He refilled
her glass of wine. “No more after this, okay?” she said with a smirk. He was
still hoping for sex and another glass or two, she might have given in. He’d
learned that early on when they were dating. She didn’t mind. She’d had a
religious upbringing and it had left her uptight about sex and her body. She
rarely let Mike see her nude and sex was always in the dark. She was no longer
religious, but couldn’t shake her inhibitions. The best wildest sex they’d had
had been after a night clubbing when they were drunk. Alcohol was also
responsible for her losing her virginity. She’d gotten drunk at a party in high
school and decided she didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. She hadn’t been
allowed to date, but ended up sleeping with a male friend that she’d been
talking to when the buzz hit her. He was a bit of a nerd and also a virgin. He
didn’t last long, squirting within seconds of putting his little five-inch dick
in her. He’d promised to pull out, but apologized profusely saying he’d lost
control. She spent the next month worried he’d gotten her pregnant and avoiding
him. She decided he was no longer his friend either when his nerd friends
started snickering at her and one even asked her out, assuming she might be
easy.
Mike was different. They’d met in college. Sex with him was
better, but nothing to rival the descriptions she’d read about in the
occasional romance novel she’d read. He always wore a condom and could pace
himself pretty well. The first time they’d had sex drunk was also the first time
she’d rode him and had lost her inhibitions enough they hadn’t turned out the
lights. He’d also lasted only a few strokes as she bounced wildly on his skinny
six-inch dick. He’d just stared wide eyed at her bouncing breasts while
pinching her erect nipples and also lost control. She’d been so into the sex
that she hadn’t stopped bouncing in his lap until his penis shriveled up and
fell out of her. Her pussy had kept the condom and his sperm. Mike fished it
out of her and she’d spent another month worried about being pregnant.
He kept wearing condoms the first year of their marriage and
quit after that when they decided to try to start a family. Seven years later
they remained childless and were certain one of them was infertile. Jodi was
convinced it was her, but neither had been checked out.
“Hot tub?” he asked after dinner.
She smiled at him. “I’ll go get changed.”
“I’ll get the dishes.”
Jodi stood and gave her husband a glance that gave him some
hope. He was a good man, cooking her dinner and cleaning up afterwards. He
deserved a little reward. Plus, the light meal with the wine had affected her
and she was slightly buzzed. “Be right back.”
“You know we don’t need suits,” he said.
“I do.” She headed for the stairs.
“The yard’s fenced in. No one can see us,” he called after
her. Jodi didn’t answer. Mike still had hopes. He refilled her wine glass and
left in on the table. If she grabbed and took it with her to the tub, he was
getting laid. If not, he had a plan B.
**********
Jodi entered the bedroom and pulled her top up. Her tightly
squeezed breasts heaved and fell as she pulled the top off. Her bra looked like
it was straining to hold her breasts in. She pulled her slacks down and stood
up clad only in her bra and panties. Her underwear was plain and practical. Her
hands came up to unhook her bra, but paused. She gave a quick glance at the
window to make sure the curtains were closed. A few years back, Mike had caught
some of her students gathering on the street behind their fence and staring up at
her open window after she’d gotten out of the shower. She made sure the
curtains or blinds were closed ever since.
She unhooked her bra, sighing as they sprang free of their
confinement. Her nipples hardened slightly in the air conditioning. She had sizable
areola, but they were faint around the edges darkening as they approached her prominent
rosy nipples. They were so prominent; she was often forced to wear three layers
of clothing to keep them from sticking out. As much as she tried to hide them, her
breasts had their own agenda about wanting to be seen and free.
She slid the panty down her strong thighs and stepped out of
them. Her bush was red and matched her hair, her pubes more whisps then kinky. She
retrieved her green one-piece from her drawer and stepped into it. It was tight
and hugged her figure. She thought it showed off too much. Mike thought she was
ridiculous and bought her a bikini to show off even more. The bikini still sat
in its box in the drawer She might have considered wearing it, but he’d screwed
up and bought a thong, plus the top barely covered her nipples and was sized
for DDs, not an E cup. The top squeezed her breasts so tightly, her entire
areola stood out through the top. At least with the one piece, only her nipples
pushed it out.
Jodi wrapped a towel around her body and headed back
downstairs. She saw the glass of wine on the table, but her buzz was gone as
was any minute desire she’d been having for sex so she left it there. She
dropped the towel and climbed into the tub, sighing as she sank down into the
hot water. Mike joined her a few minutes later. He set her glass of wine on the
ledge beside her. “Optimist,” she told him. “What’s that?” she asked, seeing a
Ziplock bag in his hand. “Is that a lighter?”
Mike climbed in beside her and sank his skinny body down
into the water. “I have something I thought we should try.” He held the bag up
so she could see it.
“Is that a joint?” she gasped in shock. “Where’d you get
it?”
Mike relayed the story about the black youth tossing the
brick into their yard.
“And you didn’t turn it in?” she asked, in surprise. He just
shrugged. She would have turned it in immediately. It was evidence after all
and would have helped put that black boy behind bars where he belonged. “I
can’t smoke pot.”
“Why not?”
“I’m a school teacher. It’s illegal!”
“It hasn’t been illegal in years.”
“Then why were the police chasing that black boy?”
“Hmm, good question,” said Mike, thinking. “Maybe he’s unlicensed
and isn’t paying taxes on it. I don’t know.” Mike shrugged again. “But
recreational marijuana has been legal for years now.”
“Have you done this?”
“Yeah, a few times back in college. It’s very relaxing.
It’ll help you settle down after a bad day at work.”
“Oh Mike, I don’t know about this. Isn’t it a gateway drug?”
“Let’s just try it this once. If it’s horrible, I’ll go to
the police and tell them I found a brick in my yard.”
“Maybe I’ll just watch you,” said Jodi.
Mike had rolled a fat joint. He placed it between his lips
and lit the end. He took a puff and held it in. Mike exhaled the smoke. “This
is good, better than I remember.” He took another hit and felt himself relax, a
sense of well being coming over him. “Mmm, there it is,” he sighed. “Feels
good.” He held the joint out to Jodi. She stared for almost half a minute
before reaching out and taking it.
Jodi stared at it for a moment before placing it between her
lips and sucking in some smoke. She choked coughing it out. She held the joint
in one hand and reached for her glass of wine, taking a sip to cool her throat.
“Try it again,” said Mike. “Take some smoke into your lungs
and hold it there.”
Jodi tried again, inhaling and holding it. Jodi breathed out
the smoke and stared at the joint. “Hmmm, I like it.” She sat up to hand the
joint back and Mike noticed her nipples were rock hard with even parts of her
areola visible through her top. She took another hit when he handed it back.
“You’re right. I do feel relaxed, really good.”
She drank half her wine while Mike took a long hit. “So, was
I wrong to be an optimist?” he asked, handing the joint back to her.
“No, I think you might just get lucky.” Her eyes were
lidded, a smile on her face. “This feels great.”
It did feel great, thought Mike, taking the joint back and
taking a small hit, quickly handing it back to her. Jodi closed her eyes as she
held the smoke in. Mike took the opportunity to sit up and slide his shorts
down. He could even feel some stirring in his limp dick at the thought of having
sex soon. He tossed the shorts out of the tub. Her eyes were still closed. The
joint appeared to be slipping through her fingers. Mike reached out and caught
it. He took the joint between his lips and puffed while shaking his wife.
“Jodi?” he asked, afraid she’d smoked to much and had passed out dashing all
chances of him getting laid.
Mike had finished
off the joint while staring at his wife. Jodi’s head was still back, eyes
closed, but she was whimpering and moaning, squirming on her seat in the tub.
Her nipples were so hard, her entire areola were pushing out the top of her
bathing suit making it appear as if her breasts had actually grown. Jodi’s head
came up and she opened her eyes. Her pupils were big, round, and dilated.
“Ohmygod, Mike,”
she said, staring at him. “Go take a pill,” she ordered.
And that was one order he was willing to follow. Mike stood
up quickly, standing in the center of the tub, facing his seated wife, and
ready to climb out faster. She was staring at his crotch. He looked down. His
penis was rock hard, so hard it was almost painful, and as big as he’d ever
seen it. “Apparently I don’t need a pill,” he said, staring down in pleasant
surprise at his dick.
“Apparently not,” she replied, moving her face closer to
examine his stony erection.
Mike’s surprise turned to shock when Jodi’s lips engulfed
the grape-sized tip of his prick. “Whoa! Jodi!” His wife was sucking his dick.
HIS WIFE WAS SUCKING HIS DICK! Now it was Mike’s turn to say, “Ohmygod!” Her
lips were halfway down his six and a quarter inch dick bobbing forward and back
steadily, taking a little more in each time she swallowed him. “Oh honey, that
feels so good.” He threw his head back and closed his eyes wanting to enjoy the
sensations, but instantly quit that idea. He needed to watch this rare treat.
Mike stared down at Jodi’s red hair and watched inch after inch of his skinny
prick disappear down her throat. His balls began to tingle. Oh oh, thought
Mike. “Honey, you’d better stop.” She did stop, hallway down his dick, cheeks
puckered. Her dilated eyes stared up at him. “I’m getting close, babe. Let’s
take this up to the bedroom.”
Jodi pulled her head back until the head of Mike’s prick
cleared her lips and she was holding his stiff dick by the base. He smiled down
at her, approvingly. Instead of stopping, she stared up at him as her tongue
came out and twirled around his dick head. Then she sank her lips down to the
base of his dick.
“Oh shit! Shit, babe,” he groaned. Jodi started bobbing her
head faster. “Gonna cum,” he warned her. Jodi made a contented sound in her
throat as she sucked him. “Gonna cum. Gonna cum. Gonna cumming! Mike wanted to
grab the back of her head and pull her all the way down on his dick. His orgasm
was so intense, his legs started trembling and he almost collapsed in the tub.
Jodi swallowed every bit of it, ending by wrapping her lips around the glans of
his cock and stroking his shaft upwards as if she were trying to get every
drop. Finally, she slowly pulled her lips off his dick. “Sorry, honey, I tried
to warn you.” Oddly, she didn’t look upset.
“It’s good, Mike,” she replied, licking her lips.
“It was amazing, and I’m not complaining, but I really
wanted to make love tonight.” He helped her stand.
“Me too,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me. It was just
bobbing in front of my face and it looked so good, I wanted it in my mouth.”
The light was dim, but he could see she was flushing in embarrassment. “I’m so
horny right now, but I couldn’t stop sucking your dick. I want this inside me
so bad, Mike,” she said, her hand reaching down and stroking his hard dick. She
stopped and looked down at his penis. Jodi pushed down on the head with her
index finger. It bent down and sprang back up. “You’re still hard!”
“Holy shit! I am,” he said, looking down at it. “Quick, lets
get inside before it goes away.” He stepped out of the hot tub and held his
hand out for his wife. She stepped out and they hurried towards the sliding
glass door into the house. Mike stopped her at the door. He turned her to face
him. “Wait, your suit’s wet.” He reached out and pulled down the straps on her
shoulders.
“But Mike, what if your erection goes away?”
He pulled the front of her suit down. His eyes widening when
he exposed her giant E-cups. He was stripping her nude, outside, under the
light, and she was letting him! Mike bent over pulling her suit down to her
waist. “Trust me babe, this is helping it stay up.” He took one of her hard
pink nipples between his lips and she gasped.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” she sighed.
Mike stooped still sucking one of her hard titties while he
worked her bathing suit down over her hips. He pulled it down her thighs until
it was loose and fell to her feet. Mike dropped to his knees, letting her
swollen nipple plop out of his mouth.
“Nooo,” she complained.
He grabbed her leg and moved it so he could toss her wet
suit away, but he kept her legs spread. Mike stared at his wife’s red pussy. Her
hair was wet and matted. Her clit was sticking out puffy and distended. He hadn’t
known she had such a large clit. He rarely saw her nude and this was one of the
best views he’d ever gotten of Jodi. He looked up and was surprised to see her
hands were on her breasts squeezing them and tugging on her nipples. Mike
leaned forward and licked her clit.
“OH!” she gasped.
Jodi wasn’t stopping him. He pressed his nose into her pubic
mound and ran his tongue along her slit. Jodi raised her hips allowing better
access to her pussy. He looked up her body as he wiggled his tongue between her
pussy lips. It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. Jodi’s flat stomach was
undulating as he licked her and she was still squeezing and tugging at her
nipples. A few tokes on a joint had turned his wife from a conservative school
teacher into a wanton slut.
“Oh god! Lick me, Mike. Lick me.”
He’d tried to talk her into this for years, but to Jodi,
oral sex was dirty. Mike slid his hand up her thighs. They were soaking wet. It
wasn’t water from the tub either. The fluid was sticky, her arousal a constant
flow from her pussy. He brought his hand up and pushed a finger into her pussy.
“AH!” she gasped again. “Yes, that feels so good Mike.”
Mike moved his hand down and inserted two fingers. He slowly
began finger fucking her while his tongue flickered over her clit. She
immediately began humping his fingers.
“Ohmygod! Oh my god! That’s it Mike. Yes. Yes. Yes.
YYEESS!!”
Mike sucked her clit hard between his lips, working his
fingers faster and bringing her to orgasm. The sticky fluid squirted and ran down
his hand, sprayed his chin, a dribbled down her clit and into his mouth.
“That felt amazing,” she said, her dilated pupils staring at
him in appreciation. “Why haven’t we done that before?”
“You wouldn’t let me,” he replied, wiping the back of his
hand across his chin. He reached down and grabbed the base of his dick, wagging
it at her. “See babe, nothing to worry about. Still want it?”
“God yes.” She grabbed the end of his shaft and pulled him
inside. Mike loved it, but she was pulling too hard and relieved when she let
go to climb the stairs. He followed her upstairs, his eyes focused on her great
ass. It looked even better nude then it did in tight jeans or her bathing suit.
Absolutely beautiful, firm unblemished pale white skin.
Jodi ran into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed, turning
over and motioning with her index finger for him to come here. The rare orgasm
had felt incredible, but it had done nothing to quell the overwhelming feeling
of emptiness inside her vagina. She needed to fill that emptiness. She needed
Mike’s hard dick. She spread her legs as Mike climbed on the bed, his eyes
widening as he stared at her lewd display. As he maneuvered himself closer, she
helped him sitting up and grabbing his penis to help him guide it in. He had
trouble sometimes, but then they were usually in the dark too.
“YES!” the both moaned as his hard dick pushed inside her.
Jodi sighed with satisfaction as the emptiness was finally
filled. Her vaginal muscles were still contracting inwards only now that had a
real live dick to squeeze as tightly as they could. She wrapped her legs around
his ass, humping up into his thrusts. “Fuck me, Mike,” she whimpered.
“What?” he almost stopped. He’d never heard the “F” word
leave her lips.
“I said, Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
Oh yeah, he thought, pumping his hips faster. “I’m fucking
you, Jodi.” Damn, her pussy felt like it was on fire. She’d never felt this hot
before. “I’m fucking that hot pussy, baby. Gonna fuck you good.”
“Oh god! Yes. You fuck me so good, baby. Fuck my pussy. Fuck
me. Fuck me.”
Mike decided then and there that this was the best night of
his life. He’d never heard her say the “P” word either. As much as he was
loving his wife being so vocal, he had a sudden urge to kiss her. Mike lowered
his lips down to hers. She parted and they kissed, the most passionately they’d
kissed since their wedding night. Her tongue twirled with his as she raised her
hips faster into his thrusting dick. Jodi sucking him off earlier was helping
prolong this orgasm, but there was no way he could hold off much longer. He
broke their kiss. “I’m getting close,” he whispered.
“Do it, baby. Give me your cum. Fill my pussy.”
Mike groaned. This was the wife he’d always wanted. He
buried his dick. “FFFUUUCCCKKK!” Several strong spurts of his semen squirted
out into Jodi’s pussy.
“YYEESS!!” She gasped, her hips humping up into his spurting
prick. Her pussy clamped down around his pumping cock milking out every drop of
Mike’s seed as she came the second time that night and maybe only around the
sixth time in her life. Mike sighed and she relaxed aware that her legs were
tightly wrapped around her waist and her arms were wrapped just as tightly
around her neck. She was clinging to him. He lowered her down on the bed and
she relaxed her arms and legs. Mike pulled his spent prick out and collapsed
beside her. She still felt the emptiness, the yearning to have him inside her, but
she was also satisfied. “You were amazing, stud,” she told him, running her
hand down over her belly.
Mike noticed the gesture. Her motherly instinct was hoping
he’d finally impregnated her. “Jodi, that was the amazing, the best ever.”
“Best ever,” she agreed.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied, sitting up and leaning over
to kiss him. It wasn’t passionate, but it was a long, loving kiss to show how
grateful she was. “I’m going to take a shower.” She hopped off the bed and stumbled
into the bathroom.
Mike followed her a few minutes later. She was happily
humming a tune behind the shower door. He stared at the blurry outline of her
amazing body for a minute before turning to look at himself in the mirror
before it steamed up. He was an average looking guy, short brown hair and eyes.
His pupils were dilated like Jodi’s were after smoking the weed, but his vision
was fine. His body wasn’t much to look at. He was skinny with a sunken hairless
chest, and a slight paunch. He thought his penis was rather on the thin skinny
side too, but he had no problem with its length. It was spent, but still sticking
out past six inches, semi-swollen and bent down. He looked back up at his face
and wiggled his nose. The weed was so much better than his ED meds. He felt
great. He wasn’t stuffy at all and could breathe freely through his nose. His
snores wouldn’t be keeping Jodi up that night.
He turned and glanced at the shower again. Jodi’s head was
back, washing her hair. The blurred outline of her body behind the door was as
erotically a sexy sight as he’d ever seen. Since this was a night of firsts, he
decided to try something else she’d never let him do before. He opened the
shower door and stepped inside.
Jodi jumped with surprise, but smiled and stepped back so he
could join her. The embraced and kissed for a long time. He turned her around
and kissed her neck before grabbing a bottle of bottle wash. He lathered her
voluptuous body in the wash, scrubbing and massaging her. She let out little
moans of pleasure just as he took pleasure in closely examining her body. Her
form was flawless with the only possible complaint being that her breasts were
too large for her frame making her look like Jessica Rabbit with her red hair. It
wasn’t one of his complaints. He felt her breasts were magnificent. Someday
they might sag, her nipples pointing downward, but at 34, they were still proud
and firm
They kissed again and Jodi even let him dry off her nude
body. After brushing their teeth, they held hands walking back to their bed.
The slid under a sheet and he cuddled up to her as they fell asleep.
Mike woke up quickly a few hours later. His prick was hard
again and between her thighs. Jodi was moaning, her hips sliding her wet pussy
along his shaft, her firm ass pressing into his stomach. He reached around and
cupped her breast. She purred as he squeezed it and gasped when he pinched her
hard nipple. Her fingers caressed the head of his dick before pushing it inside
her. “Mmm, fuck me, Mike. Never stop fucking me,” she murmured.
“I’ll fuck you as much as you want, baby,” he whispered in
her eat. “This dick is yours whenever you want it.”
“I’ll always want it,” she replied. She quit talking, but
whimpered and moaned a lot
Mike squeezed and pulled on her tit hard when he came. Jodi cried
out, but he didn’t believe she orgasmed again. Still, she’d enjoyed it and
seemed satisfied. She kissed him on the forehead before slipping out of bed to
wash up again.
The next time Mike woke up, the sun was shining in through
the window and Jodi was down between his legs sucking his hard dick again. It
plopped out between her lips and she stared at it. “Fuck,” she cursed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I want to taste your cum again, but I need you inside me
more.” She climbed up his body and raised herself up long enough to sink his
dick in her. “You fill me up so good, Mike.”
“Who are you?” he asked in awe, reaching up to fondle her
well lit breasts.
“I’m your wife, honey. The wife who’s gonna fuck your big
dick as hard as she can.”
“You’re a great wife,” he told her pulling on her breasts so
that she leaned down and he could suck her nipples.
Jodi did fuck him as hard as she could, bouncing in his lap
almost violently while he sucked a nibbled at her nipples. His groans alerted
her that he was getting close. “Gimme your cum, Mike. Filll my pussy up, baby.”
God, this was amazing. “Take it Jodi. Take all my cum.” Mike
bucked his hips up, squirting his seed up into Jodi’s hot pussy. She clamped
down around his dick again, milking his cum out and appeared to have a small
but satisfying orgasm.
Jodi sat in his lap gasping for air from her workout. “Wow
Mike. Why don’t we do this more often?”
“I’ve been saying that for years.”
**********
Jodi didn’t take much convincing to smoke another joint in
the hot tub that night. He felt well satisfied from Friday night’s sex, but
after sharing the joint with Jodi, his dick was hard as a rock again. She
seemed to pass out again and when she opened her eyes and looked at him, her
pupils were dilated over her irises like a moon eclipsing a green sun. Jodi
stood in the center of the tub and slipped out of her bathing suit. She mounted
his pole and slowly rode him in the hot bubbling water. This was the first time
they’d fucked in the tub, though he’d suggested it often. Later, he fucked her
from behind on their bed, a position she usually refused to do. He woke again
Sunday morning to Jodi sucking his hard dick only this time she didn’t stop and
swallowed his cum. Mike couldn’t understand where all his cum was coming from.
His balls weren’t aching or anything after ejaculating seven times over two
nights. He felt wonderful and so did Jodi. She was humming as she dressed for
church.
Jodi kissed him goodbye. “Have a good game,” she told him as
she left. Church wasn’t Mike’s thing. It had put a strain on their relationship
early on, but she was used to it now. Mike played golf Sunday mornings when the
weather was good. He met his friends on the course. They commented on him
looking tired and he bragged about Jodi keeping him up the last two nights. They
looked at him jealousy as Jodi was far better looking than their wives.
That night, Mike looked at himself while brushing his teeth.
His pupils appeared normal. He slipped into bed and read for a while before
Jodi joined him. She stayed up to grade some papers. She continued to surprise
him. She’d put on her pajamas right after dinner, but when she entered the bedroom,
the top was unbuttoned down the middle. The plaid boring PJs she wore every
night had suddenly turned sexy. She slipped the top off her shoulders before
bending down and sliding the bottoms off. She joined him in bed naked and cuddled
up next to him. Mike put his book away and wrapped his arm around her. He was
shirtless, but wearing sweatpants. She placed her hand on his stomach and slid
it down under his pants. He jumped in surprise as her hand found his dick and
started fondling it. He turned to kiss her and saw that her pupils were still
somewhat enlarged. They kissed. Her hands squeezed and tugged at his limp dick.
It did swell slightly under her ministrations, but it remained floppy and
unresponsive. “Do you want me to take a pill?” he whispered.
Jodi crinkled her nose. She didn’t enjoy listening to his
nasal congestion all night, nor did she want to wait the hour or so it usually
took for the pill to kick in. “That’s okay, hon.” She slid her hand out of his
pants and patted him on the belly.
“Wanna do it again next Friday?” he asked.
Jodi rolled over. She didn’t answer for a long time, but
finally said, “Okay.”
Mike got up the next morning, showered and dressed for work.
He ate a bowl of cereal and walked out the front door to his car.
“Mike?”
He stopped and turned. “Yeah hon?” His eyes widened. Jodi
was standing on their steps wearing only a short terry cloth robe and it was
unbelted, hanging open.
“Don’t you want to kiss your wife goodbye?”
He stepped back and gave her a long lingering kiss, more
than the usual peck on the cheek or lips when they parted. “Bye babe. Try to
have a good day at work.” Her pupils were still somewhat dilated. The weed was
staying in her system longer. He wondered why. Maybe, she’d smoked more or maybe
his higher male metabolism just burned it off quicker?
She crinkled her nose. There were no good days at work.
“Mike?” she said as he turned away.
Mike looked back. “Holy shit!” Jodi was standing on the
steps holding her robe open not just displaying her incredible body to him, but
to the entire neighborhood.
“This is all yours Friday night.” She closed the robe and
belted it as a neighbor’s garage started opening.
“Hell yeah,” he said, smiling. He was getting in his car
when it hit him. “SHIT!”
“What?”
“We got that party Friday.”
“Damn, that’s right.”
“Let’s not go?”
Jodi smiled. She’d absolutely prefer staying home and
getting high with her husband over a party. “We’re kind of obligated.”
It was a surprise birthday party and a bit of a drive.
They’d be lucky to get home by Midnight and they’d both be drinking, him more
than her. “Well Saturday then.”
“Saturday it is.”
“Maybe, we’ll even get in the tub early.”
“Maybe?” she replied. “Don’t forget to pick up a present.”
Jodi entered her house and undid her belt. Her hand slid
down through her wispy pubes until she could feel her wetness. “God, I’m
horny,” she moaned, her eyes fell on the kitchen table and the fruit bowl at
the center of it. “I couldn’t,” she muttered, staring at the banana.
Minutes later, she was nude on her bed, spreading her legs
as she lowered the banana between her thighs. It was yellow, and ripe, a big
one, longer and thicker than Mike’s penis. “Oh god,” she moaned, pushing it between
her wet pussy lips. Her lips curled in a smile as the thick part around the
center entered her. The extra thickness felt good. She pushed it deeper, the
emptiness inside her finally feeling fulfilled until all that was sticking out
between her legs was the stalk. She grabbed the stalk working it in and out
slightly, her pussy muscles clenched tightly around the banana. Its extra size
felt great. “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy,” she moaned, pinching and squeezing one
nipple. It took ten minutes, but finally she came hard, her pussy squeezing
down hard around the ripe fruit as she came all over it.
Jodi relaxed, trying to catch her breath for several minutes
before pulling the banana out of her pussy. The peel had been crushed and the
fruit inside turned to mush her vaginal muscles had squeezed it so tightly. Still,
the damn thing had satisfied her need. She wasn’t a dildo kind of woman, but if
they kept smoking weed, she was going to need a dildo.
Jodi was still in an orgasmic haze while she showered. Her
pussy was still wet and her nipples were hard, sensitive, sending more spasms
towards her pussy as she ran the wash cloth over them. She was barely aware
when she dressed and didn’t even come to her senses until she noticed some of
the male teachers staring at her. She’d pulled on a tight black short skirt that
showed off her bare legs down to her black heels. Worse, she pulled on a thin
white blouse with large gaps between the buttons. It was a lot less then her
normal three layers of clothing and her nipples would remain quite prominent
all day.
Much to her surprise, her hormone raging teenage students were
more attentive while she taught them and none caused her any problems. She had
a couple parent teacher conferences after school. The husbands couldn’t take
their eyes off her tits, some even appeared to be trying to peek between the
gaps in her blouse to get a peek at her bra. The wives stared at her with anger
and jealousy. She was kind of enjoying the attention, but she felt if she kept
dressing that sexily, it might get her in some trouble.
She kept getting male attention grocery shopping after
school. Mike gave her a double take when she got home and gave her a wolf
whistle. “Damn Jodi, you look smoking hot today.”
She smiled and blushed. “I feel foolish.” She headed
upstairs to change into her plain pajamas. A glance in the mirror showed her
pupils were back to normal. She laid out her usual figure hiding clothing to
wear to school the next day.
Mike was a procrastinator and left work early Friday to shop
for a gift for the birthday party that night. As he was leaving the store with
the present, he noticed the store across the street. He’d seen in a hundred
times, but hadn’t paid any attention to it as it wasn’t the kind of store he
shopped at. The store was a tattoo parlor, but also sold CBD products, drug
paraphernalia and even some adult toys. After asking the clerk for advice, her
left the store with a bong wrapped in a brown paper bag.
**********
Mike woke up earlier than Jodi. As expected, they’d gotten
home after midnight and he’d been pretty drunk. It was his friend’s birthday
and she’d driven him home. He popped some Advil in his mouth before hitting the
shower. Despite his headache, he couldn’t wait for tonight and a replay of the
fun time they’d had last week.
He grabbed his dirty clothes and went downstairs to drop
them off in the laundry room. Jodi’s green bathing suit was sitting in her
stack of clean clothes neatly folded. He’d washed them for her Tuesday night.
He smirked, stopping and listening to make sure she wasn’t coming downstairs
before pulling her suit out and hiding it at the bottom of the basket filled
with dirty clothes.
The rest of the day he washed their cars and did some
yardwork. After that, all he could do was kill some time until dinner and their
planned evening soak in the tub.
**********
“Mike, have you seen my suit?”
“Sorry, I forgot to wash it,” he lied, turning the hot tub’s
jets on. “We don’t need suits anyway.”
”I’m never going nude, so you might as well quit asking.”
“Jodi, we fucked in the tub last week and we were nude
then.”
“Don’t be so crass, Mike.”
“Fine we had sex in the tub last week, then.”
“That was an unusual circumstance.”
“How about a compromise?”
Jodi folded her arms across her chest. “What kind of
compromise?” she asked, suspiciously.
“What about that bikini I bought you?”
“Mike, it’s too small, too revealing.”
“It’s that or naked.”
“Fine,” she said in a huff. “I’ll try it on.” Jodi turned
and headed back into the house.
The bikini was in her dresser. Mike had given it to her on a
vacation they took four years ago for her 30th birthday. He’d also
removed her one piece from her suitcase. She’d been furious at him, but agreed
to try it on. She looked so slutty in it that she refused to come out of the
bathroom and show him what she looked like. The first problem was that he’d
bought one a cup size to small for her E-cups. The bikini was more sized for
DDs which meant they were an inch too small around her top. The second problem
was that the bottom was a thong and displayed her firm well-rounded rear end. She
picked it up out of the box. The bikini hadn’t gotten any bigger.
Jodi stripped off her clothes in the bedroom and stepped
into the panty. A string bikini was so not her, that she wasn’t even sure how
to put it on. She pulled it up backwards the first time before spinning the
panty around and tying the string at the side. The top was a little easier,
tying behind her neck and back, but when she looked down one of her nipples was
sticking out. The cups weren’t even cup, just a band of fabric that covered her
nipples and left most of her breasts exposed. She stretched the fabric over her
nipple, but that act exposed her areola on her other breast. The problem was
her large areola and no matter how much she tried adjusting the fabric a little
bit of areola was exposed. Luckily, her outer areola were faint blending into
her pale white skin and barely noticeable. The tight top squeezed her breasts
so tightly her breast flesh stuck out around the fabric and her entire nipple
and areola were visible through the top down to the little bumps around the
edges of her nipple circle. It would probably be worse when wet.
She kept the bikini on, but pulled her robe on, belting it
tightly. She headed downstairs hoping Mike wasn’t in the tub yet and she could
just slip in. Unfortunately, he was stepping into the water as she entered the
kitchen. His bathing suit disappeared as he sat down. He’d left a glass of wine
on the table for her. She threw the whole thing back, sat the empty glass down
on the table and stepped out through the sliding glass doors. “Can you look the
other way?”
He chuckled. “No, hon. Come on and show me.”
“It’s too revealing, Mike.”
“Come on, I’ve seen you naked,” he said, unable to help
adding, “a few times.”
Jodi’s cheeks flushed as she undid the belt. She was wearing
the same robe that she’d flashed him outside their house last week. What had
she been thinking? She dropped the robe.
“Oh wow,” he said, staring at her body as she tried to hurry
into the tub. “Freeze!”
Jodi froze and stood still. “Mike, please?” she begged.
“You look so fucking hot right now.”
“I look like a slut!” Her cheeks turned bright red.
“Yeah you do, a fucking hot slut. Turn around.”
Jodi felt humiliated, but slowly turned around displaying
her bare ass. She spun all the well around before stepping down into the water
and sinking in to cover her body. “I feel so humiliated. This isn’t something
any respectable Christian woman would wear and a teacher for that matter.”
“Well, none of your students are here,” said Mike, reaching
out for the bag of marijuana.
“Whar’s that?” she asked, looking at the pipe.
“It’s called a bong.” Mike set it up and pulled out a
lighter. “It’s better then a joint. The water will cool the smoke and make it
easier on the lungs.” He didn’t tell her that it would also make her extra high
with less marijuana and make his stash last longer.
Mike lit the end and inhaled, passing it to Jodi as he held
the smoke in his lungs. She took a hit and passed it back. “I feel it already,”
she said. She took the bong back from her husband, sitting up in the tub so
that her breasts were now above water.
Mike eyed her breasts as he took the bong back. The wet
bikini was now clinging to her nipples. They swelled as she exhaled her second
hit. A smile of satisfaction spread across her lips. He felt his dick swell
slighty as he anticipated the fun they’d be having in a short time.
“Yessss,” she sighed as she exhaled her third hit. She sat
back and closed her eyes.
Mike sat the bong down and sat up to slip his suit off,
tossing it outside of the tub. He added another pinch of weed to the bowl and
lit it, inhaling and tugging on his dick to get it all the way hard. It swelled
and hardened completely almost immediately. This was a lot quicker and better than
his penis pills. If he was careful, he could make that brick of weed last a
long time.
“I see you found my weed,” said a deep voice behind him.
Mike jumped and glanced out into his dark yard. The man came
from the direction he’d found the weed. A large black man in a hoody stepped
closer, their outdoor light glistening off the gun in his hand.
**********
Mike sat the bong down and raised his hands over his head.
“Put your hands down, white boy. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He
put the gun in the front of his hoody and pulled the hood down. The man was
younger than he would have thought, late teens or early twenties. He was very
black with African features, large dark lips and a flat nose that spread across
his face. “You still got my weed?”
“Ye…yeah,” nodded Mike nervously. “It’s inside.” He was
about to offer to go get it, but didn’t want to leave Jodi alone with some
black thug.
“How much you smoke?”
“M-maybe three joints worth. I’ll pay you for it.”
“You’ll pay for it,” said the black man, nodding and staring
at Jodi’s tits. “Not sure what it’s worth. That shit’s special.”
“What do you mean?” Mike asked.
The black man pulled the hoody off over his head. He was
wearing a white tank top underneath that tightly hugged a fit muscular body. He
folded the hoody with the gun and sat it down on the deck behind Jodi and away
from Mike’s reach. “It’s called the Ishtar strain.” The man pushed his sweat
pants down around his ankles.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Thought I’d take a soak with ya.” He pulled the tank top
off revealing a hard six pack and very muscular upper torso. He didn’t need a
gun to take out Mike. The black youth was built like a linebacker. He stood
back up clad only in black briefs, the front bulging out obscenely. “I had a
man on the inside steal it from the pharmaceutical lab. They been messing
around with its genes to include every chemical sexual stimulant they could
think off, maca, horny goat weed, the shit in penis pills, and lots of other chemical
shit with letters and numbers. I call it Fuck Weed.”
“JESUS!” exclaimed Mike with a jerk as the black man pushed
his briefs down. His penis was a monster. It stuck out from his pubic mound
several inches before falling down a good eight inches. It flopped from thigh
to thigh as the black youth stepped down into the tub. Mike couldn’t take his
eyes off it and was grateful when it slid out of his sight in the water.
The black man sat between Mike and Jodi. “Let me get a hit
off dat bong.” Mike passed it over. The black man lit the end and took a long
hit. “Good shit,” he said, after exhaling. “Does it work?”
“Work?”
“Did you and the missus fuck after smoking it?”
“Yeah, it works. It works really well.”
“The fuck weed works then. Good.” The black man finished off
the pot in the bowl and handed the bong back to Mike. His dark eyes turned back
on Jodi, flickering down from her breasts to her face. Mike felt like shit for
hiding her bathing suit now, but was glad she wasn’t nude. “Where’s she go when
she like that?”
Mike looked over at his wife. She was squirming and
whimpering, softly moaning from time to time. Her eyelids were flickering like
she was in deep REM sleep. Sweat beaded her forehead “I don’t know,” he replied
watching her nipples stiffen and pull out the stretched top of her bikini.
**********
It was like a near death experience only it was her sex life
passing before her eyes. The first time her brain brought forth memories of her
entire sex life from losing her virginity through her sex life with Mike. The
second time her brain mostly focused on just the good memories. Now, she was
reliving their amazing sex last weekend. Sucking Mike’s dick had been
surprisingly enjoyable. He deserved it for all he did for her. It was so hot.
Her clit was throbbing, timed to her pulse beating in her ears. She needed to
fuck. She needed his big stiff dick in her. She needed his cum. So empty inside
without a big stiff dick. God, her pussy needed a dick. Please, somebody fuck my
pussy. Give me your cum. Her pussy clenched down around an imaginary dick
disappointed that it was squeezing only emptiness. So empty. So empty.
“Yyesss.” She moaned coming back into the light. “I hope you’re ready to fuck,”
she said, opening her pupil-dilated eyes and staring into a thuggish black
face.
Mike reached out grabbing her arm as she tried to scramble
backward up and out of the hot tub staring in horror at the unexpected guest.
He was worried her squeal might have been heard on the street. “Honey, honey,
it’s okay. Calm down.”
“Mike,” she looked at him in fear. “What’s going on?” She
looked at the black man, sitting and smiling at her, large muscular arms spread
out around the rim of the tub. She wouldn’t even go swimming in a pool if black
people were in it and she certainly didn’t want to be sharing a hot tub with
one. She was also aware that in her scramble to slide out, her upper bikini
clad torso was on full display to the black teen. Her breasts had swelled with
her arousal and her nipples were puffed out, stretching the top and displaying
her areola on both breasts. One of her stiff aching nipples looked like it
might pop out at any moment. She slid back down into the tub sinking in to
cover her breasts.
“It’s his marijuana and he wants it back.”
“Well go get it,” she said, squirming on her seat from the
empty yearning in her pussy. “Get rid of him.”
“You don’t recognize me Mrs. Hayes?” he asked, his voice
deep.
“No,” she said, “wait, you were one of my students?”
“Shawn Wright,” he reminded her. “You lookin good Mrs.
Hayes.”
Shawn Wright… Shawn… Shawn… A disruptive student, she’d sent
him off to the remedial class after a week and the lawsuit that shut down the
slower classes had put him and some other badly behaved black teens back in her
class a month later. That had been five years ago and her job had been
miserable ever since. “Yeah, Shawn Wright from about 5 years ago, not the best
student. You’d be 18 then?”
“Nineteen, I was held back year. You gave me a D.”
She was going to need Mike to drain the water out of the tub
as soon as Shawn left. She wanted to get out of the water now, except for the
ridiculous bikini Mike had talked her into wearing. “That D was more then you
deserved.” Jodi winced trying to push her clit down on the seat in the tub. Her
needy pussy was making her bitchy. “I gave you the D just to get you out of my
class.” She needed Mike’s dick in her immediately. “I figured you’d just end up
in jail for selling drugs.”
Shawn laughed. “Just got out. They had to let me go since
they couldn’t find my brick of pot. Thanks for hiding the evidence.” He laughed
again.
Jodi turned to her husband. “I told you that you should have
turned that pot into the police.” She looked back at Shawn, she couldn’t help
being impressed with his musculature. His biceps were huge and his broad
muscular chest was just as impressive. Her eyes tried to pierce the water
certain the black man had a hard flat stomach with an impressive sixpack. She
stared a little too long, her mind starting to wonder what was below his
abdominals, what was between his legs. Her pussy fluttered still desperate to
fill the empty feeling within it. “What will it take for you to go?” she asked,
flushing.
“What’s your rush?” he asked, with a white toothy grin. “I
was enjoying catching up.”
“Please just go,” she begged, squirming under Shawn’s large
pupiled gaze. Her chest was heaving. Mike must have turned the temperature of
the water too high, she could barely stand soaking in it. She was ready to
stand up even if it met showing off her body to the teenage black thug.
“Not without my pot,” said Shawn.
“Mike, would you please go get his drugs.”
“But honey?” he pleaded.
“Go get the fucking drugs,” she growled, startling even her
husband. “I want him off our property.”
Mike turned away from Shawn and stood. The black man
laughed, staring at Mike bare flat ass. “Hold on Mr. Hayes. Turn around.” Mike
tried to hold his hands over his erection. “Take your hands away.” Mike flushed
with embarrassment as he moved his hands and his erection fell to stick out in
front of him. Jodi’s eyes fell hungrily on it. “Look at that skinny white dick.
You can’t let him leave without takin care of dat, can you Mrs. Hayes?”
“What do you mean?” asked Jodi, staring at Mike’s hard dick.
It wasn’t far from her face.
“Suck your husband off, Mrs. Hayes.”
“Then you’ll go?” she asked, already moving her mouth closer
to the tip of Mike’s dick. She parted her lips and took Mike’s penis into her
mouth up to the glans. She swore the weed worked better than Mike’s ED meds.
His prick was swollen as big as it got and she liked it. She liked sucking it
and wondered why she’d never sucked him off before smoking the weed. She wished
she were alone with her husband, her eyes glancing towards the black man as she
swallowed nearly all of Mike’s dick. Shawn was leaning forward, his dilated
pupils staring intently at her as she bobbed her head along Mike’s shaft. Her
pussy quivered with need again. Suddenly, it was exiting to be watched while
she sucked Mike off. She bobbed her head faster, steadily sucking her husband’s
dick. She kept her eyes on Shawn, sucking her husband faster. Mike groaned
loudly. She took her eyes off Shawn long enough to look up Mike’s skinny body.
He too was staring at the black man, but he looked horrified.
“Oh shit Jodi,” Mike groaned. His eyes were on the five
swollen inchs of dark black dick rising up out of the water between his wife’s
former student’s legs. “Oh shit! Gonna cum, babe,” he warned, staring at the
giant black cock as more emerged from the water when Shawn shifted in his seat.
“Jodi? Oh god! Here it cums, babe.” Mike threw his back as his cum erupted from
his cock and filled Jodi’s mouth.
“Your wife sucks dick like a pro, Mr. Hayes.”
“Mmm,” moaned Jodi, wrapping her lips tightly around Mike’s
shaft and sucking up so that she’d drained every last drop of his cum.
“She been doin dis long?”
Mike was gasping for breath. “This is only her second time.”
“Shit white boy, I would have turned her into a cocksucker on
the first date.”
Jodi gasped at Shawn’s crassness as she licked her lips,
still staring at Mike’s hard prick. Just like the first time, he remained
completely erect. She wanted it now more then ever. “Go get Shawn his drugs,”
she told him. Mike glanced once at Shawn, before nodding. “Hurry,” she ordered.
Mike hopped out, grabbing his suit off the deck as he
entered their house. Jodi slid back down into the water to cover her breasts
and sat down as far from Shawn as she could. “You sure seem to like suckin
dick, Mrs. Hayes.”
Jodi flushed. “I don’t know what comes over me when I’m
high,” she said.
“It’s the fuck weed, Mrs. Hayes.”
“The what?”
“I already told yo husband. This ain’t normal weed. It’s
genetically modified to make you horny and lower your inhibitions. I heard it
was good shit, but it works better than I expected.”
“My god,” she stared at him in horror, vaguely aware of a
large blurry object sticking out of the water between Shawn’s legs. She felt
somewhat relieved she had an excuse for her behavior. She’d even masturbated
with a banana, for god’s sake. The blurry object came into focus as she lowered
her eyes to it. She’d need to pray extra hard at church tomorrow to get god’s forgiveness
for the way she’d behaved. Her eyes focused on the huge dark black cock
sticking out of the water between Shawn’s legs. “Ohmygod,” she stated, staring
at it in awe. It was as long as Mike’s and at least four times thicker. “Oh my
god,” she said again as her brain fully processed what she was seeing.
“That’s right, Mrs. Hayes. I gave my weed a try while you
was out of it.” Shawn Wright leaned forward and stood up. “Been like this for
half an hour.”
Jodi had been right about him having great abs to match his
physique, but she barely glanced at them as her eyes fell on the enormous black
dick between the teen’s legs. It stuck out at least a foot from his crotch. The
dark black glans was swollen and bobbed just above her eyes as Shawn stood in
the center of the tub. Even more impressive were the giant pair of swollen
balls dangling beneath it. Jodi was an avid pickleball player and Shawn’s
testicles were as big as pickle balls. “It’s so big,” was all she could say.
“Did the weed make it swollen?” she asked, wondering how much weed Mike would
have to smoke to make his penis this big. Her pussy fluttered and contracted at
the thought of Mike having a dick this big. That would certainly fill the empty
void inside her.
“No Mrs. Hayes, it normally gets this big when it’s hard.”
“I don’t believe it,” she said, sitting up so she could see
the top of it. Her breasts rose from the water again. Her nipples were so
swollen they were pulling her areola up off her breasts.
“Guess you never seen a black one, Mrs. Hayes?”
“Of course not,” she said indignantly. “I didn’t know
penises got this big… this huge. Are all black men this…”
“This ain’t a penis, Mrs. Hayes. This is a big black cock.
Not all black men are gifted with big black cocks, but if you want a big one you
gotta go black. You wanna touch it?”
“I couldn’t,” she said, lifting her hand towards it, before
pulling it back.
“Go ahead, Mrs. Hayes. Get a quick feel before yo hubby
comes back.”
Jodi had trouble taking her eyes off it, but managed to turn
her head to glance into her house. There was no sign of Mike anywhere. She
turned her attention back on Shawn’s huge cock and raised her hand to it,
wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Her fingers didn’t even meet her thumb,
he was so thick. “Keep an eye out for my husband?” she asked, stroking her hand
down to the base.
“Sure,” said Shawn, staring down at his former teacher
holding his black cock while staring at it totally awestruck by its size. He
kept his eyes on her not caring if Mr. Hayes saw them or not.
She lifted her other hand out of the water and cupped
Shawn’s balls. She’d never touched her husband’s testicles before, but she
wanted to get a feel for their weight. Each of Shawn’s testicles filled her
palm, they were full and heavy. If she cupped them both, his scrotum was quite weighty.
Her other hand twisted around his shaft just under the glans. It slid back down
to the root unconsciously stroking his shaft.
“You like it, Mrs. Hayes?” asked Shawn with a grin.
“It’s very… impressive,” she replied, trying to squeeze the
sponge head, but the boy’s cock was as hard as granite.
“What’s impressive?”
“Your penis. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s so…”
“Say it’s name, Mrs. Hayes. Say it’s name.”
“Your… cock, your black cock. Your big black cock’s so
impressive. It’s so big, Shawn, so manly.” It wasn’t just the size of the thing
that had Jodi impressed. Shawn’s big black cock was a nearly perfect gorgeous
ebony rod. The shaft was pretty uniformly thick, only expanding slightly just
under the head. The head was a dark black golf ball with a large urethra and an
impressive flare to the glans that rose almost an inch above the shaft. Shawn’s
cock could have been the model for a dildo. A swollen blue-black vein ran along
the underside and more zig zag veins ran up the sides blending into the
blackness of his shaft. Jodi Hayes was really feeling cheated at that moment
comparing it to...
“A lot different from a skinny little white penis.”
“Yeah, it is,” she said, Shawn guessing her thoughts. She
felt a pang of guilt and shame as the porch light made the diamond on her
wedding ring twinkle on the slim white hand wrapped around her former student’s
giant black cock, but the guilt wasn’t enough to make her let go. “It’s just so
big, so different.”
“They even taste different,” said Shawn.
“Taste… different…” Jodi gave a nervous glance at the door.
When she turned her eyes back on Shawn’s cock, it was closer just above her
nose. She pulled it down towards her mouth, staring cross eyed down the shaft
as it passed her nose. Jodi turned her head up and licked the head. Jodi’s
pussy contracted so powerfully it made her whole body jerk the second her
tongue touched it. The contractions continued as she wrapped her lips around
the enormous head of Shawn’s big black cock. The muscles spasms were
contracting inwards desperate to have something fill the emptiness inside her.
Each contraction ended with a wave of sexual arousal pouring from her pussy.
“Dayumn,” groaned Shawn, watching her bobbing her head along
the end of his shaft. He saw Mr. Hayes coming down the steps inside the house,
but didn’t give a shit. “Suck that big black cock, Mrs. Hayes,” he groaned. She
sucked faster, chocking a little as his large cock head began pushing into her
throat. “Don’t give up, you’re doing great,” he told her rubbing his beefy
black hand over her gorgeous red hair until his fingers could pinch the string
tying the bikini around her neck. He bucked his cock and pulled the string,
untying her top.
“JESUS JODI! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Mike stared at
his wife aghast, the brick of weed in a bag in his hand. He was wearing his
bathing suit, but it was still tented out from his weed induced erection.
“Keep going, Mrs. Hayes,” said Shawn grabbing her head as
she tried to back off his cock. He pulled her head towards him while pushing
his cock deeper down her throat. She gagged as she swallowed more of Shawn’s
cock. He reached down and pulled the knot behind her back.
“Oommph!” grunted Jodi, her throat stretched out by his
meaty cock. She went back to sucking his shaft, moaning slightly.
“JODI! STOP SUCKING HIM RIGHT…”
“Shut da fuck up, white boy. You owe me for smoking my shit
and this is how ya gonna pay me back. If ya don’t want your wife sucking my
cock, then you can do it.”
Mike gasped. “Oh my god!”
Shawn laughed. “My white boy cellmate was quite the good
little cocksucker by the time the released me a few days ago. I don’t think he
wanted me to leave.”
“No way you sick fuck,” said Mike.
“Good choice white boy. I much prefer yo wife sucking my big
black cock.” Shawn laughed. “I told you I’d turn her into a cocksucker on the
first date.” Shawn looked up from watching his former teacher’s red lips pursed
around his shaft as she sucked as much of his cock as she could. Mike Hayes was
heading towards Shawn’s sweat shirt. Mike’s hands were wrapping around the grip
of Shawn’s gun when Shawn said, “It ain’t loaded.” Mike paused without pulling
the gun out. He wasn’t an expert, but he could feel the gun’s weight and it
didn’t feel loaded. “And if you point it at me, then I’m a gonna hafta hurt
ya.”
Mike pulled his empty hand out of Shawn’s sweat shirt.
“Please?”
“Just let this play out, white boy. Then I’ll take my weed
and go.” Shawn placed his hand on Jodi’s head and pushed back.
“Jeeessuuss!” gasped Mike, getting his first good look at
Shawn’s penis as it cleared Jodi’s throat. Her lips tried to follow the bobbing
head, wanting it back down her throat. To Mike, it looked like she’d managed to
swallow at least nine inches of what had to be a giant foot long dick.
“Come ‘ere Mrs. Hayes,” said Shawn walking back and sitting
on the edge of the tub. He spread his legs and Jodi kneeled down between them,
bending his cock back down towards her lips. He let her suck him for a while
before saying, “Sit up.”
“Mmm Mmm,” she mumbled, shaking her head without stopping
her constant bobbing.
“I said sit up, bitch!” Jodi sat back on her knees. Now it
was Shawn’s turn to stare at her awestruck. She looked down at her chest and
was shocked to see her bare breasts. She brought her hands up to quickly cover
her breasts, but Shawn, just as quickly grabbed her wrists and held her arms
apart. “Dayumn, Mrs Hayes. Them white titties of yours are perfect.” He
released her arms and ran his hands over her breasts.
“AAAAHHH!!” She cried out when he pinched her nipples.
“Sensitive huh? Never felt no white titties before. Love
these pink nipples.” He pinched them again, twirling her hard nubs between his
fingers.
“AAAHHH OOHH,” she cried, whimpering from the pain/pleasure
she was feeling as he played with her nipples. Each spasm in her nipples was
triggering nerve endings in her pussy reminding her of how much she needed a big
cock… her husband’s penis in her. He pulled her by her nipples towards him,
thankfully releasing them when she was sitting up between his legs.
“Now wrap them big white titties around my black cock and
give me a good titty fuck.”
Jodi hefted her heavy E-cups with her hands and sat up on
her knees while Shawn held his huge cock up for her. He withdrew his hand when
she dropped her bosom in his lap and squeezed her breast flesh around his hard
shaft. His giant black cock seemed to be the perfect match for her large bosom.
The head and several inches still rose majestically from the tops of her
breasts. She squeezed her breasts tightly around his cock and began to bounce
them in his lap.
Shawn sat back on the deck propping himself up on his elbows
so he could watch his ex-teacher titty fuck him. Jodi stared back and the black
teen. It wasn’t just his black cock that was perfect, but the rest of his
chiseled physique looked like it belonged on a black-skinned Greek god. Shawn
Write was a black Adonis, with hard well-defined abs to a broad muscular chest
and bulging biceps on his arms. The only thing ruining her god-like impression
of him was his face. He was African black with African features, large broad
lips and a nose so big and flat it spread across his face. His hair was shaved
down into a militant flat top. With the possible exception of his mother, no
one would Find Shawn handsome though it was a rugged masculine face.
Jodi lowered her lips back to his cock head and wrapped them
around the bulbous head of his cock. Her pussy spasmed again with pangs of
yearning made worse by the pleasure coming from her nipples. Her fingers had
found her nipples and she was torturing herself by rolling them between her
finger tips. She bounced her tits faster her head bobbing just as fast over the
tip of Shawn’s cock. It felt even bigger, stretching her throat out to the
point she felt she might gag again. She ran her dilated pupils along Shawn’s
flat stomach and up over his six-pack abs. He was staring at her, smiling. He
gave her a nod to show he was pleased with her sending more ripples of yearning
throughout her needy pussy. “Fuck, Mrs. Hayes,” he grunted throwing back his
head so that all she could see of him was his chin and bull neck. “FFUUCCKK!!”
The explosion of cum caught her off guard, pouring down her
throat and into her stomach. The jerking cock head threatened to make her gag
so she pulled back another load of hot seed expanding through her mouth until
her cheeks bulged out and his cum squirted out the sides of her lips. Her brain
was registering how good he tasted just as the fear of being drowned by his
semen caused her to release his spurting cock just in time to have another
large wad of ejaculate plaster her face with his hot sperm. It was quickly followed
by another wad that fell to splatter across the tops of her breasts. Her brain
was now telling her she wanted to taste more of his delicious cum, so she
lowered her lips back around his cock head just in time to get another
mouthful. It didn’t overwhelm her this time and she swallowed it and the next
and the next. He kept cumming, his lessoning loads making it easier for her to
let his seed register on her taste buds. She liked it. She loved it. Jodi
dropped her breasts so that she could grab his shaft with both hands, jerking
his cock to milk out as much of his seed as she could. Several more shots of
sperm shot across her tongue. She moaned as she tasted more of his seed, her
hands not stopping milking his cock until the final pearl formed on his urethra.
Jodi finally released Shawn’s cock. It dropped like a felled
redwood on his hard stomach, still erect, still a hard foot-long monster. The
black teen had dropped to the deck laying on his back arms spread out like
Jesus on the cross. All that she could see of him was his chest rising and
falling. She licked her tongue around her mouth to lap of the rapidly cooling
semen splattering her face. More thick wads of his pudding thick semen were
sliding down her breasts, to coat her erect nipples and drip into the water. “You
do taste different,” she said quietly, scooping some sperm off her cheek and
licking it off her finger. It was cold now, not as good.
Shawn chuckled. “You like it, Mrs. Hayes?”
“Yeah,” she replied. He was still staring up at the stars and
couldn’t see her licking his cum off her fingers. She quit not wanting him to
realize how much she liked it. “It was good.”
“Better than Mr. Hayes?”
Jodi paused, not wanting to answer and feeling ashamed of
herself. She’d enjoyed the taste of Mike’s cum earlier and last week, but now
that she had something to compare it with, her husband’s seed was weak and
runny. “It was different,” she stated again, not willing to give Shawn the
pleasure.
“That’s how a real man tastes, Mrs. Hayes.” Shawn chuckled
again. “Fuck that weed’s some good shit. I’ve never busted a nut that big
before.”
Jodi closed her eyes, trying to will the fire in her pussy
to go down. She felt Shawn’s sperm sliding down her forehead, over her eyes and
down her nose. Her pussy continued to contract and flutter, needing Mike’s dick
in her now more then ever. She was so horny it was maddening.
“Jodi, you’re a mess,” said Mike picking up her robe. She
opened one sperm covered eyelid, blinking it and staring at her husband before
sinking down into the water. “Jodi, no,” he begged. “Not in the tub.”
She held her breath, rubbing her hands across her face and
breasts, trying to wipe the black man’s semen off her. The water was hot and
not helping quell the heat in her body. She could feel her heart beat faster
and faster and feared she might pass out. With a gasp, she stood up from the
water.
Now it was Mike’s turn to gasp. Jodi taught Greek mythology
and they both had an interest in the subject. Jodi Hayes’ emerging from the
bubbling water reminded him of Aphrodite emerging from the sea froth created by
the semen from Uranus’ testicles. Only Mike’s wife was emerging from the water
after being covered by Shawn Wright’s sperm and she had never looked more sexy
or beautiful.
Jodi climbed out of the tub. He could see that she was
flushed and breathing heavily. Her lovely red hair was wet, hanging down and
clinging to her shoulders. Her bare breasts glistened in the light, nipples
still rock hard and puffing out her pink areolae. Next came her flat sexy belly
and thin waist, followed by her only garment. The thin piece of cloth barely
covered her pubic mound and it clung tightly to her matted strip of red hair.
She stepped out of the tub, showing off her well-rounded bare ass cheek. Jodi
walked across the deck, ignoring the robe he held up for her, Mike not wanting
her to wear it anyway. His eyes ran down her sleek bare back, staring at her
bare ass with just the barest patch of cloth rising from between her white cheeks
to turn into the string of her panty. She turned her dilated eyes on him.
“Mike, I need you to fuck me right now.” She held out her hand for her husband.
Mike dropped the robe and looked down at the big black man
laying spread eagled on his deck. “There’s your weed. Go home,” he said, just
as Jodi pulled him hard towards the door.
Shawn turned his head and watched them enter their house.
Mrs. Hayes was pulling her husband so hard, he didn’t even get the sliding
glass door all the way closed. Shawn grinned and climbed to his feet on their
deck. Again, his cock dropped like a felled redwood, but this time it was
sticking straight out again, still hard as a rock. His eyes followed the couple
as Jodi pulled her husband up the stairs.
