(MF, MMF, interr, spank, oral, creampie, anal, nc?)
by Art Martin
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT : I wish to thank Bree Deplume aka Little Bree for her thoughtful suggestions that added immeasurably to the story.�
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I divorced my wife, Fran, when my two kids were still in the early years of elementary school.� Fran never was much of a loving mother to either of them, so when I sought custody, she was more than happy to give me custody.� Once everything was settled and she had her share of our community property, she moved away, making it very difficult if not impossible for the kids to ever see her.� In fact they only saw her once after the she moved, and not because I ever tried to prevent it.
Two years after the divorce, I got word from Fran�s sister that Fran had died in an apartment fire of smoke inhalation.� My kids, Brett and Kelly, were naturally upset about it, but to me it was almost a relief.� Not that I wanted her dead, she wasn�t that bad, but relief that I would never have to deal with her ever again.��
Being a single father, I can really appreciate how hard it is for a single mother to raise two kids all by herself.� The demands on your time are relentless, homework, special projects, soccer practice, baseball games, scouts, dance lessons, gymnastic meets, etc., etc.� Somehow I managed and along the way with the various teams, school functions, and organizations that my kids participated with, I developed some good friendships with the parents of my kids� friends.�
As a commercial real estate broker, I had a great job that gave me a good measure of flexibility, even though it sometimes was financially challenging.� But like all great jobs, it demanded as much or more time than my kids did.� Fortunately whenever I needed to farm out the kids, so I could go out of town to see a client, those friends that I developed through my two kids, came through every time.� I could never thank these good people enough for their support and help.
Having been badly burned in a relationship once, I wasn�t too eager to get involved with another woman.� But after few years of simply putting the nose to grindstone and just getting through each day, one day at a time, I became determined to have some sort of life for myself.�
At first I went the easy, no strings attached route.� I�d get a babysitter and then go prowl the bars and tittie clubs.� Sometimes I�d score and get laid for a price in some sleazy no-tell, but usually I managed only to get drunk and maybe grope some young thing.� I certainly didn�t meet anyone that I could get interested in.�
When I got fed up with that �life�, I finally got up the courage to ask out one of the single moms that I knew.� That changed everything. Some were too clingy too quick and some were as damaged as I was.� Then there always the ex who shows up and has a fit.�
After dating several ladies, I finally asked my daughter�s best friend�s mother for a date. I had casually known her for years, as Heather was my daughter�s best friend.� Her husband Ronnie� I didn�t know at all, nor did I really want to.� But I did hear all about the break up and even heard about the multiple DWI convictions that put Ronnie out of the picture for good.
Lora, that�s Heather�s mom, was a head turner.� I don�t know why it took me so long to ask her out, fear of rejection perhaps, fear of mucking things up between Kelly and Heather, or whatever, but when I dropped Kelly off one Saturday afternoon for a sleepover, I did ask.�
I arranged for Heather to spend the night with Kelly and got a baby sitter.� My son Brett was off on a scout camping trip.� I was simply planning on taking Lora to a nice restaurant Saturday night and then to a dance club that I knew of.�� After picking up Heather and dropping her off at my home, I returned to pick up Lora.
Lora is a very nice looking lady by any standard and why someone hadn�t snapped her up before then was something of a mystery to me.� About average height and well proportioned, she had taken care of herself and had a very nice figure.� I was used to seeing her in glasses with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing scrubs or jeans and sweatshirt, but when she opened the door, she took my breath away.� She had her blonde hair professionally styled with full flowing curls that just touched her shoulders.� Her sparkling blue eyes (glassless) were perfectly made up.� Wearing a slinky red dress with a plunging neckline, she left no doubt in my mind that she was braless, a fact confirmed by the outline of her nipples.� The dress was hemmed with one side reaching near her right knee while the other side was split and rode high up on her left hip. Red high-heel shoes completed her outfit.
When we entered the restaurant, heads turned to see the beautiful lady on my arm.� I remember that the food was good, the wine was fresh and fruity, yet not too sweet, and the conversation was delightful.� We made it to the dance club and I gave it my best. On the very first dance, kind of a boot-n-scoot two-step, I put my right hand on her left hip.� After a few steps, my right hand wound up through the slit and under the dress.� It was quite unintentional, but still I found my hand on her bare flesh with my thumb on the thin waistband of her thong.� I braced myself for a reproach, but she didn�t protest or make any sort of acknowledgement whatsoever.� Relieved and intrigued, on every dance afterwards, my hand deliberately found its way to where I wanted it, the smooth bare skin of her hip.
We had been there only forty five minutes or so when Lora said, �Let�s go home.�� It was still early; maybe ten o�clock.� I thought that I had blown it.�
On the way home, the conversation was mundane and somewhat strained.� When I walked her to the door, I expected her to say goodnight and then disappear inside.� Instead, she looked up at me, smiled sweetly and invited me inside for a nightcap.
�I hope you don�t mind leaving the club so early,� she said as she poured me a glass from a box of wine in the refrigerator, �it was just too crowded for me.�
�No problem.� I�m not used to crowds either.�
�Good...� Sorry about the wine, but it�s��
�No apology necessary.� I have a box of that stuff myself,� I lied before taking a sip of the too sweet vino.� �Keeps forever.�� I made a mental note to bring along a good bottle of wine the next time; something not too dry, and certainly not something oaky, that is if there was to be a next time.
We moved into the great room and she put on some music.� Saving my wine for later, I asked her to dance.� Taking her in my arms, my wayward hand once again found its way under the high side of her dress, coming to rest on the bare skin of her hip.� It wasn�t long before I was caressing her firm ass cheek.� She snuggled in close, pressing herself against my raging hard-on.
Slowly I took liberties, my hand freely sweeping across the taut globes of her buttocks.� Before the song was over, we were lip locked, our tongues gently dancing and inducing a heated sexual plasma.� The second melody started.� Removing my hand from her butt, I began pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders while she worked to unfasten my belt buckle and unzip me.�
Lora was as desperately horny as I was and our passion quickly boiled over� soon we were fucking up a storm on the carpet.� I say fucking, because that�s just what it was.� No pretenses here, we didn�t make love, there was no languid foreplay; we fucked.� It was a raw lustful fuck, like two animals in heat.
Fortunately I had prepared myself for the remote possibility that we might get it on by masturbating in the shower before I picked her up.� That helped as I pounded her pussy a good ten minutes in the old missionary, managing somehow to get her off first, before I shot my wad.��������
The frenzy was over and I rolled off, my chest heaving as I began recovery.� Lora lay motionless, spread eagle like some whore with my cum leaking out of her pussy and dripping onto the carpet.� Slowly life came back to her.� She rolled towards me and kissed me tenderly.� The urgency we both desperately felt had been sated for the moment, this time we made love.�
There wasn�t any doubt that she wanted to screw again, but I needed some time.� Pushing her back, I began laying on the kisses all over her body, starting with her lips and neck.� I worked my way slowly down to her firm breasts, circling the jutting nipples that proudly crowned her tits.� I say jutting, because her puffy aureoles stood out from her tits like Hershey Kisses.� Slowly I nibbled and kissed my way around those incredible rosy treats until I couldn�t resist anymore.� Sucking in first one, then the other, Lora softly groaned as I suckled her, alternating teats until she was too sensitive and she pushed me away from her breast.�
I still needed some time, so I kissed my way down to her navel and still further south to nuzzle into the soft curls of her genital fur.� Her scent was divine and as I worked still further south, still nibbling and kissing, I found that her pussy was still seeping cum.� I hesitated, reluctant to dive into my own spunk, choosing instead to lick up one side on the skin of her outer labia and kissing down the other side.� Again, her scent was divine and all reluctance faded.� Lora exclaimed out loud, �Oh, god!� as I slowly licked up her cream laden slit from the base of her fresh fucked pussy to the nexus of her labia with the flat of my tongue.
Round and round, I circled Lora�s hard little pearl, pausing briefly to lick up and down her slit along the creases between her inner and outer lips before resuming my circular play on her clit.� After a few round trips Lora was punching her hips rapidly, softly mewling in delight.� Coming up from behind, I ran a finger up her vagina and while sucking and licking her clit, I found that magical spot, that small puffy bump on the fore wall, that spot that when properly aroused could set off fireworks.� And fireworks she got.�
�Damn!� she cursed, arching her back so that only her head and heels were touching the floor, her tight cunt clamping down on my finger and her legs clamping down on my head. I stayed with her, unable to take a breath until she released the grip on my skull long enough for me to make my escape without a broken neck.
She rolled away, pulling my hand from her spasmodic gooey cunt and rolled up into a ball like an armadillo.� I couldn�t get to her cunt nor could I get to her tits, so I ran my finger, wet from her pussy, up her butt crack and across her anus.� The first time I didn�t get much of a response.� The second time she squirmed.� The third, she uncoiled enough to weakly swat at my hand while meekly protesting, �Stop!�
That gave me enough room to give her a big sloppy kiss.� My face was covered with a mixture of our love juices that I gallantly smeared across her face.� We kissed, each slurping up the wet residue of our tryst from the face of one another.� I was hard again and pulled her on top.�
Sitting upright straddling me, she gripped my ready manhood and guided it into her velvety reaches.� She began rising and falling, driving my dick in and out.� I let her control the action as I lay back, studying her fine feminine form and watching her fuck me.� Lora varied the depth of penetration, mostly taking only half of my cock into her for a dozen strokes or so, giving her G-spot a good drubbing with the head of my dick before lowering herself fully to grind her clit into my hairy pubic bone.� She fucked like this for some time until I felt her cunt contracting around my cock, squeezing and releasing it.� I wanted to feel the full effects of her orgasm, so I grabbed her by the hips and forced her to take all of me.�
Watching and feeling Lora cum on my cock was a most beautiful thing.� Arching her back, her face was a mask of pure lust.� Her swollen nipples protruded lewdly and invitingly.� Her navel seemed to wink at me as her abdomen undulated with the contractions of her cuntal muscles.� I felt a warm gush and my balls were bathed in her orgasmic nectar. The contractions around my appreciative cock eased and her navel stopped winking.�
Lora slumped forward on top of me.� I rolled us over, keeping my dick firmly buried where it belonged.� Grasping her right thigh just above the knees, I pushed her leg forward until her knee was pressed into her tit.� It was my turn to fuck her, and fuck her I did, deeply with full measured strokes. I fucked her deeper than she�d ever been fucked before, my cock head deforming against her cervix on each inward thrust.� Once buried completely, I rotated my hips, stirring her pussy with my cock.
�Oh, my god!� she moaned as I screwed her good.� Soon her pussy was contracting around my cock again making me push harder and harder to penetrate through the tight sheath of her constricting vaginal muscle.� I forcibly pushed my way in, time and again, while forcibly pulling my cock out of her gripping cunt.� That too passed and I was once again fucking her at will, my ass becoming a blur of motion as I humped into her faster and faster.
She came again, this time she jerked about so violently that I thought she was in the throes of a seizure.� Despite my intention of holding off so that I could continue fucking her, I exploded.� �Ahhhhhh!� Ahhhhhh!� Ahhhhh!� I yelled as I pumped another load into her cock slot while continuing to vigorously thrust into her.� �Ahhh!� Ahhhh! Mmmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm��
All too soon, my orgasmic release was over.� My softening cock nearly folded in half as I tried to drive it home one final time.� Once my pecker had petered out, I collapsed on top of her, crushing her with my bulk.
It was some minutes before I had presence of mind to get off her, and when I did get off, she was finally able to take an easy breath.� �That was so goooood,� she finally said in a loud whisper.� �God, I didn�t know it could be so good!�
Leaning over she kissed me and added, �Thank you, Robert.� You�re incredible!� That was the best, the best ever!��
Then she attacked me again, showering me with kisses across my face and over my chest.� �I just love a man with some hair on his chest,� she purred.� �It�s so masculine.� God, I could eat you up.�� Yep, she sure did, kissing down my hairy tummy to nuzzle into my limp cock and balls before slurping my flaccid cock into mouth like it was strand of thick spaghetti.
�Oh, baby,� I moaned, �that feels so nice.� So, so nice.� Fuuuuccccck��
There�s something about a pretty girl sucking on a guy�s dick that just seems to overcome temporary biological constraints.� I really didn�t think she�d get it back up so quickly, but she did.� Once I was back in fighting trim, she unhurriedly sucked and mouthed my dick, apparently enjoying every minute of it.� Despite how much I was enjoying it, that wasn�t what she really had in mind.� She let my wet cock slip from her lips to flop onto my stomach.� Then she kissed her way back up my torso to my lips.
I rolled her onto her side, and snuggled in behind her.� While I lifted one leg slightly, she once again guided my dick into her hot pussy.� I slid in effortlessly and we began a slow languorous copulation.� The really nice thing about spooning like that is that if you pace yourself, you can screw for hours.� For the man there�s just enough stimulation to keep him hard, but not enough to trigger an orgasm.� For the woman, well, if the guy pays attention, she can cum and cum and cum and cum.� In near silence, broken only by her low moans and soft mewling, we fornicated until the relentless clock called time out.
As the clock neared 1 AM, I reluctantly pulled my turgid member from her clasping sex.�
�No,� Lora groaned.� �Stay with me, Robert, please stay.�
�I gotta get the damned babysitter home,� I pleaded.� �I�d love to stay, all night, but��
�I know, I know.
�Oh, look!� It�s nearly one!� You�d better hurry.�
Begrudgingly I gathered my clothes from the floor and hurriedly got dressed.� I kissed her one last time, parting with, �Look, if the girls are asleep, I�ll come back.�
�I�ll leave the patio door unlocked,� she replied.�
I stood and turned to go.
�Robert!�� I looked back at the pretty nude woman still lying where we had screwed. �Thank you.� You�re the best!�
�Uh, well, um, you�re welcome� no, I mean� I had a wonderful time.�
�You�re just saying that.�
�No, really, I��
�Prove it!�
�Prove it?� How?�
�Come back.�
I hurried on home finding the two girls still up and having a ball.� I was late and offered my apologies to Ginny, my babysitter, while Kelly and Heather giggled and made eyes at me.
�Oh, that�s okay, Mr. Winters.� I don�t mind,� she replied sweetly.� I wished that I had known that fifteen minutes earlier.� Baby sitters, good baby sitters, the type that actually take their responsibilities seriously, are damned hard to come by.� Just last year I was late getting home and that was last time that that baby sitter agreed to sit for me.� I sure as hell didn�t want to lose Ginny.� Ginny was trusted and reliable, Kelly adored her and she almost always came through for me.� She was also cute as fifteen year old chicks tend to be.� Of course I paid her well, and that bought me some extra latitude, latitude that I should have taken that night.
The girls were in comedian mode, mocking me, faux kissing each other and carrying on.� I told the girls to knock it off and get to bed while Ginny gathered her things.�
On the ride to her house, Ginny scooted over in the seat away from me, pressing herself against the door.� That�s when I noticed it.� I stunk, stunk of sex and pussy.� Casually I rolled down my window to get some fresh air, but the damage was done.� Once parked in front of her house, I peeled off what I usually paid her.� She couldn�t look me in the eye, and was clearly embarrassed; so I peeled off an extra ten spot. Ginny took the offered bill and looked up smiling, her face flushed red.�
�Thank you, Mr. Winters.� If you ever need me again, please call.� Oh, and if you�re a little late,� she giggled, �don�t worry about it.� Thanks!�
�Thank you.�
She bounded out of the car and I watched her cute butt as she walked to the front door.� Once she was safely inside, I drove off.� Man oh, man, to be a teenager again!� On second thought, I wouldn�t wish that on anyone, especially me� I was such a dork.
Back at home, the girls were wild.�
�Did you have fun, Daddy?� Did you kiss her?� Oh, wouldn�t it be great if Heather and I were sisters?�
�Yes, I had fun, and it�s none of your business if I kissed Heather�s mommy!�
�You did!� You did!� Oh, my god, Heather, we�re going to be sisters!�
�Oh, for Christ�s sake!�� I complained futilely.� �We went to dinner and then dancing.� That�s all.�
�If you say so, Pa-pa,� chimed in Heather with a mischievous smile.� At that moment, despite being a strawberry blonde, she looked just like her mother, the same smile, the same sparkle in her eyes. As Lora�s womanly scent wafted into my nostrils I couldn�t help but wonder if the girl smelled the same too.
Both girls were dressed only in t-shirts and panties, the t-shirts barely covering their bellies much less covering their panties and as they bounced about, I got an eyeful.� I guess it was scent of pussy that was affecting my better senses, but at that moment I found them both to be so alluring.� God help me, but I was hard again. It was quite evident that those two would have to dress a little more appropriately during future sleepovers.�
�Now go to bed,� I hastily commanded once I realized that they were staring at the bulge in my crotch.� �I�ve got to get up early.�� I hurriedly retreated to my bedroom and jumped into the shower, lest the girls come in, jump on my bed (which they were wont to do now and again) and get a good whiff.� The hot shower felt great and I lingered for a long time, reliving in my mind�s eye the wonderful events of the evening.
Mindlessly I dried off, dressed for a quick getaway and got under the covers.� It was quiet and I thought that maybe, just maybe, that they actually gotten to bed.� Those hopes were dashed as I heard the flimsy lock on my bedroom door click and then the girls burst in and jumped up on the bed.�
�Ooooo!� my playful daughter cooed as she and Heather settled on the bed.� �You know, he sleeps naked,� she giggled.
�Kelly!� Please!� You two, get out of here!� I protested with the covers drawn up to my neck, so that they couldn�t see that I was more or less fully dressed and ready to sneak out when the opportunity arose.� I didn�t need for them to start asking questions.
�Wanna see?� my impish daughter teased tugging at the bedcovers.
I grabbed the covers tight and glared at her.� �Out!� Out right now!��
Giggling, the two girls jumped off the bed and ran off, leaving me to ponder the events of the night.� I really liked Heather�s mom, she was beautiful, sweet as they come, very sexy and a great toss. What was there not to like?�
I lay awake, watching the clock tick away, waiting for quiet, my thoughts centered on the beautiful lady who was waiting for me to come, slip into her bed and make love to her. Like a love struck teenager, I imagined making a life with her.� Yes, Lora could easily fill that gaping hole in my life! Maybe� just maybe�
At 3:30 AM I could still hear them.�
Next thing I knew, it was daylight and past 9:00 AM.� �Aw shit,� I mumbled when I realized what time it was.� �Fuck!�� I got up, groggy from the lack of sleep.� I made my way to the kitchen and my favorite appliance, the coffee maker.
The girls were still fast asleep and would be until past noon.� I decided to go for a jog and drop in on Lora.� She only lived a few blocks away, so I hadn�t even broken a sweat when I slipped through the gate and made my way to the back patio door.� Sure enough, it was unlocked.� For some reason, I decided not to knock.� I just let myself in and made my way to the master bedroom.
I should�ve knocked.� No, I should�ve called first.� I�m not sure how long I stood in the doorway to her bedroom, at least a minute, maybe more, watching while some black guy humped her from behind, his foot resting on her head, the bed shaking as he used his entire body to drive his cock in and out of her upturned cunt.� Lora caught sight of me out from under her black lover�s foot.
�Robert!�
The black guy looked over his shoulder at me and flashed a big wide grin.
�Oh, sorry.� I didn�t mean to intrude,� I stammered.� �I should�ve called.�
�That�s okay, buddy,� said the black guy as he pulled his wet cock from her snatch.� Wiping a string of cum from his cock onto her ass he added, �I�m finished with her.�� He swung off the bed and slipped on his jogging shorts.�� The shorts were very garish in color and I realized that I had seen him many times while out running.�
�Gotta get going, Lora.� My old lady might start looking for me.�� He sat back down on the bed and put on his running shoes.�
He headed towards me and the door.� �She�s a fine toss,� he said to me with a smile as he passed.� �Have fun, dude.� She�s all warmed up with a fresh lube.�� A moment later I heard the front door open and then slam shut.� Awkwardly I stood about, not having a clue as to what to say or what to do.
�Robert?� I, I��
�I should�ve called first,� I mumbled.� �I�m, I�m sorry that I intruded in on you.�
�Robert. He��
�You don�t need to explain.� It�s none of my business.�
�I thought Reggie was you, but when it was him��
�Look, you don�t have to explain.�
�He let himself in.�
�He broke in?� He raped you?�
�No, no, no!� He knows where I keep the key.� We�re old friends�� Oh, god. I didn�t think you were coming.�
�The girls were up late, very late.� They�re still sleeping.�
�You must think that I�m awful.�
�Like I said, it�s none of my business.�
�No, it�s not, but��
�Look.� Maybe I just ought to leave.�
�No!� Please stay�� How about if I fix us some breakfast?� I�m a good short-order cook.�
I felt trapped.� I wanted to leave, but for some reason I felt that I would be rude if I left.� �Yeah, okay.� If it�s not too much trouble.�
Lora got up and slipped on a robe.� In a few minutes she had coffee on, bagels in the toaster and was scrambling up eggs.� I sat dumbly at the table, wishing that I was out on a long, long run.
�Need anything for your coffee?�
�No, black is just fine.�
�Want some cheese in your eggs?�
�No, thanks.� Just keep them plain.�
�You want jam or cream cheese for your bagel?�
�Uh, cream cheese.�
The next moment, everything was on the table and she sat down.�
�He�s an old friend.�
�Who?� I asked before thinking.
�Reggie.� He was a golf buddy with my ex and we�d all party together� Reggie would ask me to dance.� Ronnie, that�s my ex, didn�t seem to mind that Reggie had his hands all over me when we danced.� Nothing really happened, but once Ronnie moved out, Reggie sort of moved in.� Not in the house, he�s married, got three kids, but� I was lonely and feeling sorry for myself.� Reggie, he always wanted a white woman.� I tried to break it off, but Reggie doesn�t take �no� for an answer, not from his �bitch �ho�.� I soon found out it was a lot easier to just say, �yes�.�
Lora sighed looking out the window.� �Heather�s his unwitting spy,� she went on.� �He knew that I would be alone this morning, because Heather had told Latrisha, that�s Reggie�s daughter, that she was spending the night at your house with Kelly.� This morning, when he didn�t see a strange car out front, he let himself in.�
She bit her lower lip and added, �I wish you had come back last night.�
�You seem to have found some entertainment,� I said rather coldly.
�Look, I didn�t ask him in.�
�Doesn�t sound like he needs to ask,� I replied.
�No, but� He�s married.� His daughter is friends with my daughter, your daughter too.�
�I�ve never heard Kelly speak about her.�
�Well, the three of them get along quite well when they�re over here.�
�Does Reggie come over when��
�No!� Except to drop Latrisha off.� He only comes over when I�m alone.�
�Do you call him?�
�No!� Latrisha tells him what Heather is up to.� If Heather�s gone and I�m home��
�He comes over.�
�Yeah, he comes over,� she said with a sigh.
�You ever tell Heather not to say anything to Latrisha?�
�NO!� It�s not her fault.� It�s nobody�s fault.� He doesn�t hurt me.�
�He just uses you.�
�Yeah, I guess� God, this sounds so sordid.�
We both fell silent.� While I ate my breakfast I couldn�t help but remember then that I didn�t use condom last night� What if?� I know it was all in my head, but I swear I felt things were crawling all over my prick.� It was silly of course� if I really had caught something, I certainly wouldn�t be feeling it just yet!� With my breakfast half finished, I pushed away from the table and told her that I had to go.� I ran that morning until I heaved up Lora�s eggs and bagel.�
The girls were up when I came in exhausted, still dressed in their panties and short t-shirts.� Naturally they both wanted to know if I was taking out Heather�s mom again that night.�
�No, I don�t think so,� I replied as evenly as I could.
�How come? Heather asked. �Ginny can babysit us again tonight!�
�No, it just won�t work out,� I replied.� I could see the disappointment in both girls� eyes, and not wanting to discuss it any further, I told them to put some clothes on and I excused myself for a shower.�
When I emerged, feeling a whole lot better, Heather was gone. Lora had come by and picked her up.� That in itself was a relief as I didn�t want another awkward encounter with Lora� not today� not next week� not� Looking at the clock, I realized that my son�s troop should be back from their camping trip, so I picked him up.�
Kelly knew that something was wrong and she just knew that if she knew what it was, then she could fix it.� How do you explain to a prying eleven year old that you just weren�t interested in her best friend�s mother?� How could I explain that I didn�t want her spending the night at Heather�s anymore?� That one didn�t go over very well at all.� All of a sudden I was worst father in the world to hear Kelly tell it and I had a screaming pre-teen girl on my hands for the rest of the day.� What a headache!
My daughter sulked and boo-hooed all afternoon and into the night.� No matter what I tried, she wouldn�t have anything to do with me.� Thank god for ESPN!
Monday morning, I was still a pariah in my daughter�s eyes.� What a relief it was to drop her off at school!� Before I headed into the office, I was out on my usual morning jog.� Who should I run into, but Reggie.� I wasn�t feeling all that sociable, but Reggie wanted to talk.
�Hey, man!� Jus� because you have a problem, don�t mean that you can fuck things up for me!� he spat in my face.�
I had already concluded that if I had to I could take him, but there was no need for any of that crap. I also wasn�t going to be intimidated by him either.� �Sorry I walked in on you yesterday, man.� I didn�t know you were there.�
�I don�t give a fuck about that, man.� But what I do give a fuck about is you having my �ho telling me to stay away.�
�What are you talking about?�
�Lora.� She calls and tells me to stay away from her!�
�I didn�t tell her that!� I didn�t say a damned thing!� What you two do is none of my business.�
�That�s right; it�s none of your business!� And what you do with her is none of my business.�
�I�m not going to be doing anything with her,� I replied.
�What?� Are you crazy?� That�s prime fuck meat, man!�
�Are you saying you don�t care if I��
�Naw!� Why should I?� It�s not like I�m going to marry her!� I just fuck her,� Reggie said with a toothy grin. His smile faded as he added, �You don�t have VD, AIDS or anything?� I sure don�t want to explain to my wife why she�s got the clap.�
�No�� No, I don�t,� I replied.� �How about you?�
�Hell, no!� I just bang my old lady and Lora.� I learned my lesson long time ago messing with dirty �hos.� Lora�s a �ho, but she�s not dirty.� Far as I know, until you came along, she only fucked me.�
�I only fucked her once.�
�That�s all it takes if you have a dirty dick.�
�I don�t.�
�Well, whether you fuck her again or not, I need you to smooth things over for me,� Reggie explained.
�Look, I didn�t tell her anything.� I had nothing to do with it.�
�You have everything to do with it, bro.� Now, I�m giving you an opportunity to fix it.� You don�t fix it, then you and me� we�ll have issues� Understand me, Dude?�
After work that day, Kelly was still giving me the treatment.� I wasn�t about to give in to her and all evening she glared at me, giving me the silent treatment.� Then when she was ready for bed, I came in to give her a goodnight kiss.� She lashed out at me, shouting, �I hate you!� I hate you!�� Something snapped and I turned her panty clad ass over my lap and spanked her good.� She was yelling and crying and carrying on while I spanked her butt.� I regained control and stopped what I was doing.� I had spanked her before when she was much younger, but with measured slaps to the ass, never like I�d just spanked her.� My hand was resting on her butt and I could feel the rising heat from her blistered rump.� Then I realized� I had a hard-on!� As soon as I realized that, I bolted from her room.
I had a sleepless night of alternately self-loathing and seething anger; self-loathing from losing control and self-loathing for getting sexually aroused with Kelly.� The anger� what�s with the anger?� It was out of anger that I spanked Kelly� a simple loss of privileges for a week would have been sufficient punishment for being disrespectful.� Was it jealousy?� Partially, but what right did I have to be jealous?� Reggie was there long before I showed up.� Anger because the woman I had hastily put up on a pedestal wasn�t as pristine as I had imagined?� Then I realized that it was the same scene that finished me with Fran. I came home in the middle of the day and found Fran banging the plumber!
I realized then how childish I had been.� It just simply wasn�t worth it.� None of this had been my fault, but it was up to me to fix things.� I reasoned that there was no reason that Heather and Kelly should suffer from any of this.� I also reasoned that there were many other single moms out there who just might like me as much as I liked them. Everyone our age had baggage.� I had baggage, so did Lora.
I thought I had everything under control, so on my morning jog I went by Lora�s house.� Her car was in the driveway, and I knocked on the door.��
�Robert!� she said surprised to see me.� I pushed my way in. Lora looked so wholesome in her nurse�s scrubs, her hair pulled back and with her glasses on.�� �
�Look, I was bit rash on Sunday,� I said calmly.� �Kelly can spend the night here, just like always.� Suddenly the mental image formed of Reggie fucking her with his foot planted on her head.� Up until then I was doing pretty good, keeping everything in check, but then I blurted out, �But when she does, your black boyfriend had better not be here!�
�Robert, I��
�Your boyfriend seems to think I had something to do with you telling him to stay away.� I don�t care if you�re fucking him, so you need to call him up and let him know that you need him to service you.�
�Robert, don�t be��
She looked so respectable, but the image of her looking back at me with his foot on head was paramount.� She was talking, perhaps explaining, but I wasn�t listening to her, I was listening to my darker side.� �So you like it rough,� I thought as my anger rose once again.� �Yes, she likes it rough,� the voice in my head said.� �She�s yours for the taking,� the voice added.� �Isn�t that what she had said, that Reggie just comes over and takes her whenever he likes?��
�Well, sweetheart, I have you pegged,� I decided.� I pushed her back and onto the sofa.� Grabbing the elastic-waist bottoms of her scrubs, I yanked them down off her hips.� I would have pulled them completely off, but the cuffs hung up on her shoes, leaving the scrubs inside out, but still attached to her ankles.� The panties went next, ripped off in a single motion.� Next thing I know, I�m raping her, slamming into her again and again, my rage evaporating only after a very intense, adrenaline fueled climax, unloading my balls in her.
My god!� What had I done?� What had I done?� Lora sat with a stunned expression, her pants pulled down and my cum leaking out her.� �Lora� Lora, I�m sorry.� I�m sorry.� I don�t know what came over me.���
She didn�t say a thing; she just looked away from me.� I asked her if I could help her and she waved me away.� I tried my lame apologies again, but again she waved me away saying, �I need to get to work.�� I needed to get to work too.
All day I expected the cops to arrive at my office and that night, to arrive at my door.� How many years is it for forcible rape?� My life was over.� Who would take care of my kids?� The police never showed up.� Not that night, the next day nor the day after.� I felt awful about what I�d done� nothing could possibly justify my actions.
Friday came and Kelly asked if she could invite Heather over.� I told her yes, but I didn�t tell her that her mother would never allow it� and for good reason.� To my surprise, Heather showed up.� The girl�s played like they always did, as if nothing had happened, as if I had never raped the girl�s mother.
Saturday morning I was out on my jog, trying desperately to come to grips with myself.� I must not have been paying attention to where I was or where I was going, because I nearly ran head on into Reggie who was jogging the other way.�����
�Hey, man!� he greeted with that cocky grin of his.� �Hey, you�re alright, man.� Alright!�
�What are you talking about?�
�The �ho!� I�m talking about the �ho!� She told me what you did� put her in her place.� She told me last night after I was finished fucking her.�
�Is that what she told you?�
�She said you ripped her clothes off and raped her,� he replied.
�Is she going to have me arrested?� I asked.
�Arrested?� Fuck no, man.� That chick digs that shit!� She likes it rough.� Her ex� Ronnie� he�d slap her around and then screw her in the ass.� He never passed her around or nothing, but he�d sure put on a show when we played poker at his house.�� I tried to process what he told me, but it just didn�t add up for me.
�Say, her kid�s at your place, right?� Why don�t you drop over and have a toss.� She plumb wore me out last night.�
We went our separate ways.� As I jogged I couldn�t help but think about what he�d said� she liked it rough?� She enjoyed what I did? Was I beating myself up over nothing?� I had to find out, so I took a detour.
I didn�t see any cars parked at Lora�s house, so I rang the door bell.� She didn�t answer, so I rang it again.� The door opened slightly, as far as the safety chain allowed.� Lora peeked out.� �Robert?�
�Can I come in?�� The door closed.� Well, that answered that, I thought.� A moment later, I heard the rattling of the safety chain and the door cracked open.� I pushed it open and stepped inside, leaving the door open so as not to be a threat.
�Close the door,� she said.� I closed it and to my surprise, she pushed me against the door, yanked down my jogging shorts and took me in her mouth!� It was the most desperate suck job I�ve ever experienced, but then again I�d never been orally raped before.� She went after my dick like a junk yard dog attacking, except she didn�t actually bite (thank the Lord for small favors!), but she sucked voraciously.� My cock hardened in her mouth in a matter of seconds and she was forcing it down her throat.� I grabbed her by the ears and began skull fucking her, driving my dick in and out of her throat.
I felt my balls beginning to boil over, but I wasn�t ready mentally to cum just yet.� I ripped my dick from her mouth and shoved her backwards onto the floor.� I ripped open the bath robe she was wearing and kicking away my shorts, I mounted her.� It was a frenzied fuck and I tried my best to drive her ass through the floor.� Her face became contorted and I felt her pussy contracting around my dick and looking down, I could see her tummy muscles rippling.� She was cumming on my dick and I came with her.��
Moments later I was collapsed on top of her.� Gasping for my breath, I rolled off of Lora and stared up at the ceiling.� For some several minutes we lay there, both covered in my sweat.� Finally she murmured, �That was good, so good��
�Reggie said you liked it rough,� I replied.
�Not always.� I also like a man to make love to me, like you did last Saturday night.�� She rolled to her side and propped herself up on an elbow.� Smiling she asked, �Will you make love to me, again?�
�You bet, baby.� I�d love to make love to you, but this tiled floor is awfully hard.� What do say that we try out your bed?�
�I just put clean sheets on it and you�re all sweaty.�
�Are you turning me down?� I asked.
�No, not at all, but let�s take a shower first.�
We crowded into her one-man shower stall and she scrubbed me down.� I in turn soaped her up, taking my time mauling her tits and playing with her pussy to keep her motor going.� It really was too tight to do anything in that shower stall, so we dried off and hit the sheets.� Lora gently sucked me to another erection and then we settled into a long screw, changing positions frequently.� It was a wonderful morning toss with a very pretty lady.� She was riding me on top in a cowboy when we had company.�
There in the bedroom doorway stood Reggie, his black skin glistening with sweat.� We both watched silently as he kicked off his running shoes, peeled off his shirt and then shucked his shorts.� He went to the bed stand and took out a tube of lube and slathered it over his black cock.� Then he climbed into bed, pushed Lora over until she was lying on top of me.�
He slapped her ass, not enough to hurt her, but with each blow, she flinched, a flinch that I also felt with my dick.� �How about some double dicking, baby?�� He nested up against her, then my dick felt her pussy getting tight, very tight.� Lora groaned like a sick cat as I felt his cock sliding up her rectum.�
Reggie was right; Lora was a whore, a cock whore.� She was a sweet, sweet lady and she had a raging libido.� And being a cock whore didn�t diminish her other sterling qualities. After all, it wasn�t like she was fucking every dick that came along, just Reggie and me.�
Ginny, my baby sitter, made tons of money over the next several months. Normally on those screw dates, it was just Lora and me banging up a storm at her house, but occasionally Reggie showed up and joined in.� Sometimes when I dropped by, Reggie would already be there� I was welcome to join in or wait my turn.� But more importantly, the more I got to know Lora, the more I realized that she was really special and she was the one to plug that hole in my life.� Not only that, but she could cook!
Heather and Kelly were thrilled when Lora and I announced that we were getting married.� Kelly was thrilled that she was going to have a mommy and Heather was thrilled that she would have a daddy.� Brett, my son, just shrugged and accepted everything like it was a homework assignment.�
Once we were married, I sold her house and that left Reggie in a bit of a lurch.� By that time Reggie and I had become good friends and he remained a regular playmate in our adult-only games.� We had to be careful, but thank goodness for hotel rooms and babysitters.
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