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A Beautiful Woman

By: tadgh64



She is quite the beautiful woman! The erotic pleasures she delights in providing drives me wild with desire. How she looks up at me, with her fingers wrapped around my rigid cock, the head between her warm lips, her slippery tongue playfully exploring every part, the lust in her eyes, just for me.

I love how she wants to explore every aspect of her sexuality. She surprised me when she stopped licking and reached over for the lube, dripping it along the head of my cock and slowly working it along my shaft. How wonderful that felt, and how I trembled in anticipation wondering what she had in mind.

But now I know and how I love it. On my back, I watch as she slowly climbs up my body and straddles my hips, my greased cock resting against her glistening pussy, feeling the heat of her skin. In suspense, I wonder as she leans backward, spreading herself wide, lifting her hips. How beautifully her body is like that. Hairless, the full lips of her pussy are so erotic parted before me. And in this position, I can see the seductive roundness of her ass, and the puckered skin between.

I feel her fingers guide my cock, rubbing it along her lips and over her clit as we both moan. But that ass, how wonderful the skin of her cheeks feel against the underside of my shaft and balls. I make a mental note that I must have it one day soon. Then to my surprise, almost as if reading my mind, she lifts herself more leaning way back, and guides the head of my cock to her bum. OMG!

I think I know what she has in mind now! My cock gets even harder as I feel her relax as the tip slowly parts the puckered skin of her opening. We both watch as my cock slowly disappears into that beautiful hot ass as she uses gravity to her advantage. What a sight! What a feeling! I squeeze and try not to cum as my cock spasms.

We stay paused like that, each getting used to the sensation. It feels wonderful, so tight around my cock, so hot. I love when she squeezes and her bum clamps down on all sides of my cock at once, and when she releases it slides deeper and deeper until my full length is within her. We look at each other and smile before she slowly gyrates and lifts only to slide down again. It feels wonderful.

She reaches down with one hand, her fingers feeling my hard shaft as it slides in and out slowly. Her other hand caresses her breast, thumb sliding over her very erect nipple as she moans with pleasure. I watch her trace her engorged pussy lips slowly, and then pulling back the skin over her clit exposing it erotic beauty to me.

I am transfixed as she circles her clit with her finger tip and moaning loudly with pleasure. I feel her bum squeeze my cock, and in response I lift my hips and thighs, thrusting so deep into her as I lift her off the bed. She squeals louder in pleasure and I groan loudly at the sight of her impaled on my cock.

Her fingers move faster now causing her to pant and moan in pleasure. The only interruption to her pleasure is momentary as she slides her two middle fingers deep inside her pussy. I can feel her other two fingers against my shaft as it slowly slides in and out of her tight ass. I watch as she presses her palm against her clit and repetitively lifts her hand in short penetrating strokes.

I think she really likes this since her body is starting to tremble and between moans she is crying out "Oooooh fuuuuuckkkk, I want your hard cock deeper, yessssss". I plunge in and out faster in response, moaning some myself, as I try not to cum! But I can feel it building inside. My balls raise and my cock hardens, pleasure radiating from my prostate.

I look into her face and see a glint in her eye between the grimaces of pleasure. I think she has something more planned but I am too close to wonder as I am distracted by her bouncing breasts. Then it happens. She opens her mouth, arches her back, spreads her thighs wide, pushes down hard on my cock, and looses control of her body in orgasm. Eyes unfocused as she grunts and groans in pleasure. I can feel the contractions as her ass grabs my cock, and squeezes it simultaneously from all sides. I feel myself pass the point of no return, and squeeze tight trying to postpone the inevitable.

I watch her fingers slide out of her, and her beautiful lips pulse in pleasure as she shakes. Then to my wonderment I see a spurt of clear liquid emerge from between those beautiful lips and feel the warmth of it as is splashes against my lower abdomen and base of my cock. The stream is cut off by each spasm of her body as she groans like a wild animal. This is way too much for my senses as I grunt and lift into her and loose control myself. My cock, contracts and releases rapidly spurting my cum deep inside her ass in mutual spasms of pleasure.

As our shudders slowly subside, my awareness of my surroundings starts to return. What an erotic sight: the shaft of my cock emerging from the beautiful cheeks of her bum, just below her now drenched pussy, is now covered in her warm wetness as is my lower abdomen. It has even

pooled in my belly button. We both laugh together in disbelief.

She sits up straight still straddling my cock and smiles down at me. I take her hand and pull her down to me, until her breasts touch my chest. Our lips meet hungrily as we kiss passionately. I wrap my arms around her and hug her tight as we kiss, trapping the wetness between out bodies. Our movements result in my cock slowly sliding out of her, trailing a string of white cum from the head, to her ass. We stay like that, kissing, and smiling.

Before she can get cold, I roll her on her side, stand, and slide one arm under her neck, and the other under her knees, lift her, and carry her to the bath where we lovingly wash each other in the warm water of the bath tub.

What a beautiful and erotic woman she is!

A beautiful woman's bisexual needs.



This is a story of a divorced mature beautiful, and very sexy bi sexual woman, falling for her daughter's bi sexual and also beautiful black best friend. Heather is a dominant personality and soon had her friends mother under control, Her handsome almost irresistibly good looking black boyfriend takes her away from her. Only for the womans daughter to undo the knots that bind them together. This story is lesbian, and black sex.

Heather Watson was gazing at the glorious sight in front of her, the small, tight, and very splendid ass was right in front of her, her pussy tingled, and her nipples twitched hard. She so wanted to grab a hold of it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, along with the rest of the fabulous owner.

The owner of such luxury was Jenny Jordan, and she was the mother of Heather's best friend Carol. They had met two years ago when she moved to her school; they got on like a house on fire, told each other everything, well nearly everything. Heather hadn't told Carol of her fixation with her gorgeous divorced mother, the divorce being the reason they had moved here.

Jenny Jordan was sex on legs as far as Heather was concerned, about 5ft 6" a fantastic body which she had seen many times in her home, and in the garden whilst sunbathing. It was a delight, smooth and rounded in all the right places, she moved with grace and femininity. Her long hair, red in some light, dark brown in others was gorgeous, just like her.

Heather was bi sexual, and it sometimes depended on the day of the week, or which side of the bed she had got out of that morning. Whether she was a lesbian this day, a heterosexual or both, but in reality, Heather was both. She was nineteen and a bit, hadn't gone to college as Carol had, she came home every Friday and went back every Sunday night, sometimes on a Monday morning, depending on her school curriculum.

Heather was everything a girl like herself wanted to be, black and beautiful, 5ft 10" a statuesque woman in the making, she had everything, a gorgeous face, long silky jet black hair, and a fabulous body that she was now well aware of thanks to her boyfriend, and her past school teacher who Heather had trapped one day after class and got her big style.

Her teacher became just that, her lesbian teacher, she was married, but that didn't stop Heather from doing her when opportunity arose. And she would visit her home too, and take her teacher to her own bed. She had tried to resist, but Heather's insistence wore her down, and she did indeed, go down! 

Heather had picked up the vibes in her classes, the side looks the wistful glances and sighs. Heather tested the waters now and agin with little loks and touches unseen by others. Then one day just after lessons she went to Janet, her teacher, stood behind her, and said.

"You seem tight today Mrs Wallace, let me see if I can help you?" And before her teacher could react, Heather had her hands on her shoulders and started a massage, one that left Mrs Wallace gasping. 

"You like this Mrs Wallace don't you?" she asked huskily, "you like me doing this don't you, hmmm? Do you like my touch Mrs Wallace?" Her head rolled from side to side, she was almost asleep with Heather's wonderful touch.

Heather broke the spell by kissing her teachers neck, biting it, and running her hands down and over her breasts where her nipples screamed as Heathers palms ran over them. Then she just said.

"That's enough for now Janet, don't you think, maybe I'll do it again tomorrow, if you can be a good girl for me?" It was more of a statement of intent than a question, then she walked out of the classroom without a backward glance.

Mrs Wallace sat there completely stunned, shell shocked and utterly aroused, it had been years since another woman, or even a girl had done this to her, but the results were the same. She absolutely adored the attention, and the way her nipples cried out for it. She hurried into her little stockroom and delved her hand into her knickers and brought herself off. Heathers applications in her mind, her knees buckled when she came and she nearly fell down.

Heather, being the girl she was, had now set a target, and Mrs Wallace was the target, she was going to go after her teacher now and get her. She didn't know yet that Mrs Wallace was already got! She had a thing for black women, her lover all those years ago in college had been black, and she had missed her and it, ever since. She even had a thing for black men, although she had never been with one and never would. And though she would try to fend her off, the growing black beauty who had her in her sights, was about to shoot her down.

After class the following day Mrs Wallace had asked another girl to stay behind to do some follow up work, Heather smiled, "Won't do you any good teach," she said to herself, smiling at and catching Mrs Wallace's eyes. Heather gave her a knowing look then casually made her way to the exit, turned an slowly made her way back just in time to see the girl closing the classroom door behind her.

"Great timing Heather," she praised herself. She opened the door and walked in silently. Mrs Wallace was sat at her desk as she had done the day before, and she was engrossed in school books. Heather sidled up behind her, took a deep silent breath, and moved as her hands landed on her neck and shoulders, Heather said, "Here I am Mrs Wallace; let me take the stress out of your day for you, hmmm?"

Her teacher tried to rise but Heather held her down, "don't struggle Janet, its okay, it's only me Heather, now keep still, you know you love this, don't you?"

"Heather please don't, this isn't right, I'm your teacher, I will lose my job if someone found us here like this," she almost bleated. Mrs Wallace wasn't a tall woman, only about 5ft 2" extremely good looking, a dirty blond haired woman, and most of the pupils had the hots for her. 

But only Heather had seen past the veneer, the covering over her persona, Janet Wallace was also a weak individual, though she hid it well. But Heather had seen, she knew. And now she had everything going for her, height, weight, a much superior personality, and definitely the determination to succeed.

Where as Mrs Wallace, who while being much more than an able teacher, was putty in the hands of a knowing woman, and in Heather, she was in knowing hands. She tried once more to rise, but Heathers hands were already working their magic and Janet could feel herself giving in.

"I'll let her do this for a while, then I'll make her stop," she said to herself, which was the most hopeless thing she could have advised.

Heather worked away, judging the moment to move in for the kill to perfection. She heard from Janet, mewling, sighing, and soft gasps, she bent down and kissed her neck, another sigh, more kisses brought more sighs. Nibbling her everywhere she could reach, Heather had her teacher rolling her head to give her all the access she needed.

Then the coup de gras, she slid her hands down and cupped her breasts. "Heather, don't, please don't, Oh Heather pleeeeease." It was her plea for release, of course it fell on deaf ears. Heather gripped her nipples through her blouse and bra, and it was game over. 

"You want me to keep doing this don't you Janet, you can't resist me can you, tell me to stop now Janet and I will, go on Janet!" she ordered her, silence, nothing but silence. Heather rapidly undid her blouse pulled her bra up and took the rock hard and bullet like teats in her fingers. Her teacher moaned deeply.

"Come on Janet, we need to be private don't you think?" Janet could only nod her head. Heather helped her to her feet, hurriedly went to and locked the classroom door, took Janet by the hand and pulled her into her tiny stock room. There she took full control of her, saying, because she now realised that most of her seduction was her down to being black.

"You like me being black don't you Janet," she whispered into her ear, "you love black, and especially someone beautiful and black like me don't you?"

All Mrs Wallace could say was, "Oh Heather, oh." Heather kissed her for the first time and her teacher responded fully, putting her arms around Heather in a loving hug.

Believing she now had control, she said. "I'm going to take you Janet, you are going to be mine, and we are going to be lovers aren't we, AREN'T WE!"

Janet moaned a "yes" into her mouth. Heather immediately stripped her, pushed her over the small table and set about eating her thirty year old teacher's pussy. Janet cried out in ecstasy when she came over Heather's face.

Then Heather did what she had been aching and wanting to do forever, climb on the table and sit down on her teachers face. Knees either side of her head Heather put her hand under the back of Mrs Wallace's head and pulled her tight up in to her dripping pussy. Her teacher lapped away, she knew what to do and how to do it. She was gazing up into the slatted eyes of her pupil as Heather looked down at her captive, and rejoiced in the fact that she had succumbed once again to a black girl, and more, a black sodden dripping pussy.

Heather swayed about on her teachers face, reaching behind her and crushed her nipples so hard it made her gasp and suck at Heather's pussy all the more. Heather came, her nectar dripped out into Janet's wide open mouth, she drank everything she was offered. Heather tore at her nipples from behind, Janet cried in pain, and came in buckets under her new mistress.

Later as they recovered, Heather got all the information she wanted from her teacher, in between kisses and caresses from her fabulous beautiful black pupil, Janet gave away her time table. When she would be staying after school, days off, and home alone, when her husband would be away.

"You know that from now on Janet, I will be seeing you a lot don't you?" she told her.

"Yes Heather, I think I've guessed that already."

"Good, I'll be at your house on Thursday, you will mark me as present later for the school. And I want you to dress for me."

"Dress for you, what do you mean Heather?"

"Like a school girl Janet, like a school girl. I may have to punish you. So dressed as a school girl will fit the bill, yes?"

Her teacher looked at her blankly, she didn't want this, but her inner need to be dominated now by her beautiful pupil out stripped her reservations.

"Yes Heather, I'll be dressed the way you want me to be." Heather was beside herself, she would be leaving the school in three months, and the relationship would more than likely come to an end. She wanted to learn as much as she could about other women. And even more about this new dominant personality inside of her creeping to the fore.

On the Thursday Heather was dressed to kill, she had left home at her normal time. She had her highest black heels on, sheer black stockings, a garter belt, a teeniest thong, no bra, a bright white mini skirt, and a matching bright white tank top. Her long silky black hair hung down around her shoulders.

"Janet Wallace," she told herself, "you are going to die when you see me like this:" And she was right, Mrs Wallace almost collapsed. She sauntered up to her door; she saw the blinds twitch, so she knew her teacher had seen her. The door opened rapidly, her face was a picture, and complete awe would describe it maybe.

Her teacher was stood there dressed as a St Trinians pupil. She looked a picture, Heather smiled in victory, her hair was in pig tails, spotted cheeks, a scruffy tie halfway around her neck. An open necked white blouse, the top four buttons undone, a short pleated navy blue skirt, bobby socks and buckled shoes!

"Please come in Heather," Janet stuttered.

"Who? Did you just call me Heather? Don't you dare call me Heather unless I say you can!" She told her loudly, while stepping inside.

"I'm sorry, I erm, I, what should I call you erm?"

"We are not in school; I am in charge here, and why? Because you need me don't you? DON'T YOU!" And this was where Heather wanted to know if she could assert authority over her older married teacher. "What do you think you should call me hey, you are a married black loving slut!"

Heather didn't know she could be like this, she was finding out more and more about herself and she liked it, she liked it a lot. She had always been forthright, making her point, defended her stance, told it like it was. And she was a leader not a follower, but this, oh this was new, her pussy tingled.

She was having a good sex life, her boyfriend took care of all of her needs in that direction. Her girlfriend, a class mate, was doing the other, although Heather was the dominant one of the two. She often her partner down and teased her to the point of distraction before allowing her to cum.

Her stringent hard words hit right home with her teacher, her other lover in college had done this sort of thing, and she had been too weak to resist. She had tried but had gone down without much of a whimper. And she also knew that Heather was a far stronger personality, and a far more demanding girl.

"May I call you mistress, Heather?" That was all Heather wanted to know, "now" she thought, "the first test, and if this works I'll be having all the fun I want with her."

"On your knees slut!" she told her, and pointed at the floor. Janet gaped at her, but now there was nothing to be done but obey, she had already lost the battle of wills, not there had been much of one really.

She put out her hand and slid down to her knees, "why am I doing this, and in front of a pupil of mine?" she asked herself. But she knew why, Heather had found her out; she had thought she had got past this desire to be surmounted this way, to be made to feel so inferior. But it was because Heather was black and beautiful. She knew she had been glancing at her for a while in class. The way she looked at her when conversing, her sleek black lines, her flowing black hair, it had all brought her to here. And her pussy had driven her to masturbation several times.

Heather had been to a sex shop and bought two items, one she thought she probably wouldn't need, and her teacher now on her knees before her, and also dressed the way she was negated their use. The other was a strap on dildo, her first! It was black, and she had selected it because of that, it was also 8" long, and 2" inches wide, after much deliberation this was the one she had bought.

She walked behind her teacher, she was forcing herself not to dive on her and rape her right there on her hallway floor. She punched the air in delight, tapped Janet on her head, and asked.

"Well Janet, my little blond, married black loving slut, what shall I do with you. What would you like your mistress to do with you, hmmm?" 

(Who are you?) a voice said in her head, she was making it all up as she went along, apart from the certain knowledge that she would definitely soon have her hapless teacher right where she wanted her. With her legs up in the air over her shoulders, naked and full of her lovely strap on, being royally fucked by her black and beautiful, young pupil mistress.

Heather had tried it on with Carol a couple of times but had been given a very sharp heave ho by her, with the words.

"You'll never see me doing that Heather, never, sorry." Carol loved her, but she was her best friend and that's all she would ever be.

Her teacher looked around to see her, "I'm not sure mistress, erm would you like to tell me, show me, please?"

"Would you like to have me let you lick my hot black pussy Janet?"

"Oh mistress pleases."

"Well, you black loving slut, you need to ask me very nicely then, go on, and tell me what you are whilst you are doing it." Her teacher blanched, she was letting Heather gain complete mastery of her, her pussy was on fire, her nipples were at the point of shattering, they were that hard.

Her head bowed, there was no way out, she had to do what she told her to do, or her magnificent black delicious pussy would never caress her face, lips and tongue.

"Please mistress, let me lick you, I need you mistress, oh please mistress," the dam broke, it washed her away. "I'm begging you mistress, please make me do whatever you want, I will serve you mistress, please let me, make me lick and suck your goddess pussy."

Heather liked that, 'Goddess' it suited her.

"You may lick you're Goddesses pussy slut, go on, crawl to me." Heather stood back, making her teacher crawl on her own floor to the young girl who was subjugating her in every way imaginable. As she neared her Heather started up the stairs backwards.

"Come on slut if you want this pussy!" She told her stepping away. And she lifted her short skirt to show her what was there for a little effort.

Her teacher speeded up, she almost chased her pupil up, Heather kept backing away then she saw her marital bedroom and smiled. "This is where I 'm going to fuck her, in her own bed and in the same place that her husband sleeps." Her teacher hesitated, 

"Do you want me to leave cunt!" she said forcefully. Janet hurried, Heather's nasty words irritating her astronomically growing arousal. Shaking her head at the same time now. She was long gone past the point of no return.

In the bedroom Heather told her to stand and strip, "and quickly!" she shouted. Her teacher was disrobed in seconds, standing before her pupil mistress. Janet was now utterly humbled, shamed, defeated, she had not one jot of control left in her. But completely and irresistibly aroused.

Heather stood in front of her and took both of her nipples in her fingers, rolled and squeezed them, then dropped her hand to her pussy and fingered that. Her teacher's legs buckled. 

"You go down, and I will leave!" she said quietly. Janet stayed upright whilst Heather tormented her, her clit was ready for exploding, Heather could see it in her eyes, she had seen the same look often enough in her girlfriends too.

"If you cum without me saying you can you slut, I will punish you severely." Janet's eyes grew wide in fear, and tortured arousal. She bit her plump lower lip, clenched her fists as she fought the urge not to cum yet.

"On the bed slut, lie on you're back," she said, Janet did so quickly. 

Heather slowly and tantalisingly undressed, all the while never taking her eyes off her captive. She stood there letting her teacher take in her goodies, Janet's mouth went dry, she had never seen any thing, or anyone so gloriously beautiful as Heather, her skin was sleek like satin, creamy dark, she was truly magnificent.

Heather languidly got on the bed and climbed over her in the classic 69 position. Putting her hands under her taut ass she settled down on her teachers face with a contented sigh. Then she raked her nails over her tits and nipples, she could feel the reaction under her and she squirmed. She gripped both nipples in her finger nails and squeezed, a muffled cry came from below.

Janet was in heaven, she hated and loved this, the pain, a hot black pussy pressed tight on her face. Her nipples were like firework rockets about to be launched. A hand slid down to her waiting pussy, it stopped, it made her wriggle in frustration. Heather was expertly controlling her.

"You can cum as soon as I do slut, so the quicker that happens the quicker you can cum, get on with it slut!" She nipped her teachers clit in her nails and lifted it, it forced Janet's backside up as she did so. Heather needed to cum badly, it was a two way street this she knew, she wiggled her pussy on her teacher and made her tongue fuck her.

Then Heather felt that fabulous sensation gathering in her secret places readying to erupt, she did so. Her pussy jammed tight down then lifted and she gushed her cum out over Janet's face. She drank all she could while she was exploding in Heathers fingers; she too dipped her head and sucked up her juices as they flowed out.




A beautiful woman's bisexual needs.



Two minutes later her teacher was on her knees with Heathers strap on dildo stuck all the way in her, she had never had a cock this large and it totalled her. Her head bowed, tears filling her eyes as Heather struck time and time again with little respite. She made her cum countless times. 

Heather felt nothing for her; she had taken, tamed and dominated her teacher so easily she felt a little dejected. Had there been some form of a fight, some resistance she may have felt differently. But now she knew this woman was a weakling, and really was a slut for black women to use, or even black girls. 

Then she had an idea, "when is your next day off from school Janet?" she asked. Her teacher thought for a moment.

"It will be next Wednesday mistress, why?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, why indeed!"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight, I can't, not having had done to me what you have mistress," she answered truthfully.

"Be ready for 9am on Wednesday slut," Heather said, picked up her things and left.

She never once acknowledged Janet at all. She had tried to catch Heather's eye, but had been ignored until Tuesday afternoon.

"Do you keep a house key in your purse slut?" she asked.

"Yes mistress," she whispered, she was so happy that Heather was speaking to her.

"Do you keep a spare hidden at home?"

"Yes mistress why?" Heather ignored that.

"Give me the key in your purse." Janet looked at her pupil awkwardly.

"Now you cunt!" she whispered harshly. She quickly obeyed.

"Now tomorrow I want you to tie your own wrists to your bed and wait naked okay?" Again her teacher hesitated, and then relented.

"Yes mistress," she replied, she remembered her last girlfriend doing this to her, and she had gone through a day of sublime torture until she allowed her to come. Her body shivered, and her pussy dripped. She looked again into Heathers mesmeric eyes and nodded.

The following morning Heathers black girlfriend let herself in and went up stairs. Heather had filled her in on her teacher and given her to her as a present. She wanted to end her relationship now because she had new plans that didn't include her. Norma was more than happy at the arrangement.

"Well hello my beautiful little slut," she said warmly as she undressed and fitted her strap on tight to her body. Janet nearly died with shock. She pleaded to be let go, but Norma wasn't having that.

"No," she told her teacher, "you belong to me now, Heather has given you to me as a present." And she took her pussy in her fingers, her mouth closed over Janet's nipples and she sank almost immediately without trace, her subservience won the moment straight away.

Now Heather was in Carol's mother's kitchen debating whether to just take her or seduce her. The reason this was going on in her mind had been what her boyfriend had told her. He was a real good friend of Carol's boyfriend, and he had sneaked on to her computer one day when she had dashed next door for some reason, and left it turned on. Jenny was always guarded about it, and kept it under a password entry. No one could access it at all.

And on the desktop there were some folders. He had opened them, and he got the shock of his life. There on the screen were dozens upon dozens of scantily clad and naked women in lesbian poses. Some tied up, some in chains, some using strap ons, a few short video clips of hot lesbian action, and others one on one.

He had told his friend, he couldn't keep it a secret, and Heather's boyfriend had told her to make her jealous. Saying things like.

"I bet you'd love to get to grips with Carol's mother Heather wouldn't you?"

"You shouldn't say things like that about her, she's my best friend's mom!" she protested.

"But she's gorgeous Heather, I would love to screw her myself, never mind you!" 

"Gareth stop it please," she told him, it was making her randy thinking about her. He had taunted her, and he was right, she was gorgeous, and so sexy. Heather had always had a thing about her but had never thought she might be up for a play, or maybe she swung both ways, just like she did. Jenny was, she had swung both ways

She had set about getting close to her, asking her advice about clothes, make up, how to behave. She even let slip that she had a thing for beautiful women just to try and gauge her reaction. A couple of days later when they were discussing the teasing of men by wearing revealing clothes, Heather had said, "I like to tease women too the same way." This had brought a definite response, a glow to Jenny's cheeks, her lips filled blood red. Was she aroused Heather thought.

A few days later she had come around wearing the very things she had worn when she had first got her school teacher. Jenny's eyes had popped. She knew of course about Heather's leanings because her daughter had told her, but she wasn't sure if what she had said were true. This would have floored Jenny if she had known that her daughter actually knew about her. And that she was well okay with it. 

"What do you think Mrs Jordan, do I look good dressed like this?" she asked in a little innocence. 

"You look utterly fantastic Heather, no wonder you get all the attention you need." She said.

"But not from the people I want though," she grumbled. Jenny looked blankly at her daughters friend.

A day later she showed her some very revealing pictures of a world famous black actress from the internet. This had brought a gasp from Carol's mother, and she made an excuse to leave for a moment. Heather smiled, "Hmmm," she thought, "maybe, just maybe?" But at the back of her mind was Carol, she would rather die than upset her, and if she knew she was actively trying to get to her mother, their friendship would probably end. 

When she came back Heather made a soft approach, "Do I look as good as her Mrs Jordan?" she said. And waving a very explicit photo of the star, "what do you think?" And she struck a similar pose in the photo which showed off her sexuality to the extreme. Heather knew how to stand, make a pose, there was no one better, she looked fabulous. Jenny was visibly moved, her face was red and flushed, she fidgeted, looked at the photo several times, then at Heather several times.

She was turned on and Heather knew it, she moved closer.

"Well do I look as good as her Mrs Jordan, maybe even better?" she breathed, she was right next to her. "I bet you wish you could hold her right now Mrs Jordan, kiss her too I wouldn't doubt" her voice was a seductive but quiet taunt. She got closer; Heather lightly put her arm over her friend's mother's shoulders.

Her face appeared in Jenny's vision; Heather had moved hers in front. "Maybe I can kiss just like her Mrs Jordan; do you think I could, hmmm?" There was no reply, but Heather could feel the heat coming from her.

"Let me try Mrs Jordan hey," not saying, "Can I try," she didn't want to give reason for Jenny to answer one way or the other. Heather turned her face sideways, and moved slowly closer to her, she saw Jenny's eyes close before she made contact. 

Heather almost shouted, "Bingo!" Her lips made contact, softly at first, then with a little more pressure, Jenny pressed back and in seconds a hot kiss was being made between them. Heather wasted no time, "now or never," she thought. She cupped Jenny's breast, there was a slight hesitation, maybe a slight rejection. But that went as soon as Heathers fingers caught her nipple.

She took over the positive stance, lifting herself higher than Jenny, therefore she was kissing downwards, and Jenny was kissing upwards. She gained complete command of her nipples and Jenny gagged slightly into her mouth. It wasn't over yet, there was still plenty of time for Jenny to put a stop to it, Heather believed.

But unknown to Heather, Jenny had pictured this very kiss in her mind. She had seen how wistfully Heather been looking at her, and she had found it and her, endearing and beautifully attractive, and even more, sexually attractive! She knew she was bi sexual, and she had untold black beauty in her corner. She had been attracted to her for a long time but had never once let it be known in any shape or form. 

Jenny well knew of Heather's sexual orientation, Carol had told her all about her 'double' dealings, male and female. And she had secretly wanted this to happen. But never for a moment would she have taken the lead, it had to be from Heather, or it could ruin lives if she had tried and it had gone wrong.

The fight that Heather had had in her mind that Jenny might put up, wasn't.

Jenny relaxed and let Heather do all the running, she was far more experienced than her, she knew the signs of desperate want a woman can give off to the right person. And Heather was giving them off in lorry loads. Her finger tips, toying with her nipples was having more than the right effect. Her pussy was churning; she had never had a black lover before. And certainly never one as beautiful and as sexy as this, no matter what colour they had been, and there had been a few in the intervening twenty last years.

Her ex had been well aware of his wife's liking for other women; she had never ever gone with another man. He had watched her in action, but never wanted to join in, much to Jenny's surprise. But no one had ever guessed of her sex life, Jenny had controlled it to the extreme, as soon as alover wanted more, she ended things and moved on.

She revelled in her seduction, moaning to Heather, groaning, mewling, accepting her kiss, giving in to her totally. Heather was gasping in her own arousal, the thoughts running through her mind now were rioting, and her body driven by her own mounting arousal couldn't be contained.

"Jenny please?" she gasped, trying to pull a nipple out for her to suck. Jenny smiled inwardly; the girl had seduced herself for her. She had given her all the rope she wanted and now she was hanging entreatingly for Jenny to do what had been in her mind. And that was to screw her daughters best friends head off! Now it was time for her to show her how a real woman loves another.

She pushed Heather away gently, saying, "Come on Heather, upstairs shall we?" and walked off towing Heather behind her by the hand. Heather followed dutifully. Her arousal, her desire for Mrs Jordan had beaten her, she had never been like this with any one.

In the bedroom they joined together again, another kiss. Heather being the taller by far of the two got the upper hand again. Jenny let her, she wanted to have some real fun, and she had decided that the way best to do it was to let Heather run the show. Heather began to undress her, caressing her along the way, Jenny loved the feel of the young black beauty as she worked her way around Jenny's very receptive body.

Soon Jenny's forty year old fabulous body was there for Heather to see, every glorious line, smoothness, curve, her little dark bushy triangle, her up turned tits, her smile. It all conspired to sink Heather. She had never wanted to be with any one in her life more than she did right now.

Pushing her friends mother down on to her bed she climbed on her, Jenny was in her element, she loved been taken charge of, she wasn't a submissive, but having someone take the lead was her thing. And Heather was good at it, she had had a lot of practice, but she wasn't in Jenny's league.

Taking Jenny's wrists in one hand she held them above the gorgeous 40 year old Jenny's head and took a nipple with the other. She crushed and twisted it, Jenny howled in arousal. "Oh this is so good," she thought. She liked a little pain, it brought the best out of her.

"Kiss me Heather, and kiss me now!" It was an order, and one that the black beauty atop her obeyed immediately. Keeping her grip on her nipple they shared the best kiss that Heather had ever had from a woman. She refused to break it, she held contact, then dropped her hand down to seek out the glorious beauty's pussy and clit.

Jenny parted her knees dutifully, Heather got it, and Jenny came! It blew her senses far and wide. Her hips rose from the bed, trying to force Heathers hand deeper and fuller into her boiling pussy. For all Jenny's know how with women, she never failed to have a brand new and unknown orgasm every time when this was done to her.

She settled into the mattress, Heather wanted her way, she could have it; Jenny was adept at letting her lovers have their way with her. She responded to it always. She poked, nipped and twiddled Heather's gorgeous thick, and vastly expanded black nipples as they hung down from her heavy firm breasts. And pulling one toward her she sucked it into her mouth, this was almost too much for the nineteen year old beauty to take.

She fell on to Jenny, their body's now one, the heat was amazing, both women felt it, felt the arousal of the other, the desire, the need for complete release. It was urgent more so for Heather now, Jenny had just had an orgasm, with more she knew, to come. She rolled Heather over, and took top position, she kissed the full dark lips softly, tenderly, Jenny knew how to kiss another woman, and Heather, when kissed by her, stayed kissed!

Jenny got her nipples in a light but vice like grip, her nails rooted in the skin. Her knee found its way between Heathers wide open knees and she jammed her inner knee into the girls' pussy and rubbed it. Jenny ground her knee hard and deep into and around her engorged pussy lips, her clit coming under constant attack was too much for her, Heather went ballistic.

The climax that she had under Carol's beautiful mother was best, the finest, and certainly the hardest that Heather had ever had in her young life. Jenny looked down at her new young, beautiful black girl lover and knew she was special, very special. She was as near to her than she had ever been, and inspected her closely.

The girl was hauntingly beautiful much much more than the photos of the international star she had showed her. Her skin was of the highest order, so smooth, so dark, she glistened with rude health, she was perfect everywhere, there wasn't a blemish to be seen. But Jenny knew a very close inspection into very delicate areas was required too, she smiled to herself, she would have a lot of fun doing just that! she thought.

But one thing was bothering her, she was in her own home, and rarely had she done that. Keeping her secret love life away from Carol had been paramount, she had greatly feared her ex spilling the beans and ruining all their lives, but thankfully, he hadn't. She tossed it out of her mind, smiled lovingly down at Heather and the loving began.

Heather gazing up into Jenny's wondrous eyes was thinking, "oh how I wish I had my strap on, I would have loved to have topped this woman today. She was far unaware that Jenny had all she needed and wanted, locked away in her cupboard, and was intending to teach Heather how to really love a woman.

Her loving, searching and demanding kiss was more than Heather was used to. It took her far away, the fingers creating havoc in her super heated pussy brought orgasms cascading down through her body. She heaved and trembled, shivered and shook, but it was the sublime treatment. Her arms were locked around Jenny, as if fearing she would disappear into thin air.

Jenny got between her legs and forced them apart, her pussy was tight on Heathers, their breasts squashed together, hard nipples jutting into the others, lips were locked. Heaven for both women ensued. They began the process of loving, seduction, learning each other. Their own response of a touch, a kiss, a nip, a caress, an invading finger. All was up for grabs and both took their chances with the other.

Time floated by, neither knew how many orgasms they had had, but both new they had had them! Jenny thought it was time to finish the day off, she wanted Heather to know that she had been in the ring with a world champion. She told her to, "wait right there, won't be a moment." She told the girl. Jenny looked back at her, the sight of her took her breath away, "how can any one be so lucky to have been born looking like she does? And I have her in my bed!" she drooled.

She went into her walk in wardrobe, and unlocked her private drawer. In there was all she needed, soft wrist cuffs, soft ankle cuffs, a couple of different size ball gags, blindfolds, vibrators, and vibrating butt plugs, with spare battery's always charged up, and several sized strap ons. Her leather, and silk cat suits were rolled up and ready if required.

She took out a fair sized strap on, it was over 8" and quite thick, ribbed all the way up, a large bulbous heavy head, and in the base, space for two batteries. The vibration of it would get to her too never mind what it would do to Heather, she giggled silently. She wouldn't tell her until she got it in. And then she would press the rubber covered button on the side and she would be off

Heather was a tall girl, and she weighed more than Jenny so her pussy would be able to handle a good one, she decided. She fastened it on, checked it and went back, thinking, no telling herself, "Heather my girl, you are in for the ride of a life time baby. And then you can take me on one!"

Heather's eyes opened wide when she saw her beautiful lover return, her eyes locked on to the appendage now fixed firmly to her. Jenny grinned.

"Time for some real fun Heather, I want to make you cum like you have never cum. Then if you are a good girl, you can do me the same way, if you're up for it, or able to after I have done you baby."

Jenny's pose caught Heather off guard, words failed her, this was a first for her, everything was turning out to be a first. She realised now that Jenny was a practised female lover, and she would learn from her a lot, an awful lot. She watched in stunned awe as Jenny climbed on the bed again, kissed her passionately, then got back between Heathers spread legs.

She pushed the head at her pussy which was still greased and ready from her previous mind blowing climax. It went in; it threw Heathers head back, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Jenny pushed harder until it all slid in. Heathers mind had already gone awol. Jenny pulled out and pushed back in many times, the girl was hanging on to her as if her very life depended on it.

Then Jenny did it, she held Heather tight with her hands, she knew what was going to happen. She quickly reached down, depressed the tiny button, grabbed her again, and Heather hit the roof. She screamed out in utter ecstasy, a blinding climax almost blew her and Jenny off the bed, Jenny thrust and then thrust more, each one was harder than the last. She could feel the vibrations creeping into her own pussy and knew without doubt that it would make her cum too.

She loved it; the girl below her was almost in convulsions, the orgasms stripping her mind bare. "Aieeee, Oh, Arggggh Aieeee!" she cried and screamed. Jenny pounded her, she totally dominated Heather now, it was a place Heather had never visited, she had always been the one to dominate.

The vibrations were too much for her, her pussy exploded time after time. Her nipples burst apart, her stomach contracted and pulsed. Her legs were fastened around Jenny's back in her death grip. She collapsed inwardly and then outwardly, just as Jenny came herself, she had no control over her own climaxes while delivering orgasmic insanity to her young black and so beautiful lover.

Jenny rolled away, it was all she could do, she was spent herself, and she had never been as manic as she had been this day. 

"Heather might not realise just how hard that was, not only for her, but for me too!" she mumbled in her befuddled mind. She turned her head to see Heather breathing deeply and rapidly, eyes closed, mouth gaping open as she gasped.

Jenny raised herself up on one elbow and softly caressed her, kissing her softly.




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"Heather," she whispered, "that was the best I have ever had, you?" she asked. Heather could only nod her lovely head yes. She didn't have the strength, or even the breath yet to answer her properly.

Jenny struggled with the tight fitting strap on, but eventually got it off. She dropped it over the edge of the bed, and lay back. She got in close to Heather, her arm and leg laid over her she pulled the covers up and dozed. She felt the young black beauty stirring and opene her eyes. Heather was staring at her.

"Mrs Jordan, I have never gone through anything like that before, it was the best sex I have ever had, can we do it again, soon?" she smiled happily. 

Jenny nodded, "yes," she said, "but not too often, it will lose its intensity if we go at it full tilt."

"I want to do it to you Jenny, I can call you Jenny now?"

"Yes Heather you can, but not in front of Carol okay?" she told her. Heather nodded her assent.

What Jenny didn't know was, Heather was planning something already, something that Jenny would agree to without knowing the consequences. Heather liked to be in charge of her destiny, in other words, what went down, was what she wanted to go down. It was only a germ of an idea, but it would form over the next few days.

They spent the rest of the day exploring each other, Jenny made her go through hoops when she plated her, her tongue felt as though it tickled her tonsils such was the depth Jenny got her tongue into her. Jenny was above her, 69 and Heathers thighs locked tight in her arms. Her own vagina sat on Heather's upturned face, her knees up over Jenny's head. She exploded several times at the older woman's knowledgeable behest.

In the shower they made leisurely soft gentle love, fingers, lips and tongues abounded every where. It was Heathers first real sojourn into woman on woman love. She had forced herself on her teacher, taking her how she had wanted, but Jenny? Jenny was so different, she was from another world and Heather liked it.

Downstairs they talked, holding hands at the corner of the kitchen table. Jenny spoke," You do understand Heather that this can never become public, I will never ever put my life here in jeopardy, not for you nor anyone else. I want to be clear about it with you. I will love you for as long as you want me to, or if something happens for as long as I want to, do you understand me sweet cheeks?"

"Yes Jenny," an arrow had just pieced her heart, she had started to believe that Jenny could fall in love with her, but this made it clear she didn't think she could ever allow herself to. "But we are alright for now though, and what about when Carol is home, will it be a no no?"

"It will definitely be a no no Heather, I'm sorry, but it has to be this way. No one else knows about me, only you," she told her. She certainly didn't mention her ex.

Heather felt a pang of rejection, no other girl had ever turned her down once she had got to grips with them, and she hadn't even had to get to grips with most of them. They had all fallen for her undeniable sexy black beauty. Jenny appraised her; her skin was like smooth dark chocolate when it was being run out for use. It shone, and glowed, It had a glowing satin quality to it, her heart sighed, wishing she was nineteen again. She would never have let Heather get away, ever.

Her silky black hair, her huge almond dark eyes, the rose button nose, her heart shaped and full lipped mouth. Her height, her stature, her poise, her natural grace. Heather was the complete beauty. But Jenny being the pragmatic woman she was knew, and she knew well that this was now an impossible dream, not only for her, but for Heather too.

They held hands quietly, Jenny hoped she was taking all she had said. Heather was, but she didn't like being turned down, not by any body. They kissed many more times, and then Jenny gently told her it was time to go. Heather didn't want to. "But Carol isn't here Jenny, why do you want me to go?"

"Because," she told her, "we have lives to lead, you have to lead yours and I have to lead mine. This will never stop us, but I want to live normally, and tonight I am at dinner with friends, okay?"

Heather pouted, this wasn't going any where near what she had hoped for, she had already thought of spending the night with Jenny in her bed, now it was all ruined.

"Yes," she relented, "I guess you're right Jenny, see you tomorrow?"

"Darling, I'm so sorry but I can't I'm going up to see Carol for two days, next week, Tuesday?" Heather nearly stormed off, Jenny could see she was upset or annoyed. But she reasoned, ground rules had to be laid, and Heather would have to follow them too! She sighed heavily, and left with an astonishing kiss on Jenny, it was so intense Jenny almost dragged her back into the house.

Heather felt affronted, "how dare she treat me like a child!" she shouted in her lovely head. "She'll regret this, I swear she will!" That night she made a plan, one that would involve Garth, her boyfriend. She called him an told him of every thing that she had been doing all day with the beautiful 40 year old mother of her best friend. Garth was agog.

She told him of her idea, they discussed it, fine tuned it and decided to try it and see what happened. His first thought was him fucking her too, "oh god how I would love that," he told Heather. But it would all depend on Heather getting her to come to her small one bed roomed apartment.

She called her on the following Monday afternoon, "Jenny, would you do me a huge favour please?" she asked.

"Of course I will sweet cheeks, if I can that is." She replied. Jenny was wanting another round with the young black beauty badly.

"I've turned my ankle a little, would you consider coming here to my apartment, it will help by keeping the weight off it."

Jenny thought briefly, then said, "Why of course Heather, I hope you are alright, give me your address and I'll be there by around 10am, okay?"

"Oh that's great Jenny, and don't forget to bring your erm?" Jenny laughed.

"Of course I will bring my erms!" and giggled to her young lover.

"I miss you Jenny, I really do," she told her.

"I miss you too sweets, and don't be sad Heather, I'll be with you the whole day, I promise." They rang off and Heather said to Garth, "well that's phase one, we'll see how phase two goes shall we?"

Heathers problem was, she knew she would probably lose Jenny for good, but her need to be in control overwhelmed her reasoning. The next morning Jenny was right on time, her face was already flush with the thought of Heather once more, she had never wanted another woman like this before. "I'll have to be careful or else!" she thought to herself.

Heather opened her door to Jenny; both women checked the other out. Heather was in a long sleek white silk Kimono, and open toed sandals. Her face was perfect, her hair up. The contrast between her delicate smooth black satin skin, and the whiteness of the silk made her pussy almost drool. It all brought a very appreciative gasp from Jenny.

Jenny was of course dressed more conservatively, but looked fabulous never the less. Heather eyes her speculatively, her libido growing by the millisecond, and not only with the woman waiting for her, but her plan too. She let her in and headed straight for her bedroom. Jenny put her bag on the side cabinet ready for use.

"Jenny my love you are in for one big shock later," she told herself. "But not until I've had my fun too!" and she giggled softly. They were in each others arms seconds later, soon clothes were coming off, and then naked, they fell into Heathers bed.

Both women attacked each other fervently, neither could get enough of the other, first one on top, then reversed, side by side, under and over they went, round and round, orgasm began to follow orgasm. They were in a collective heaven, bioth were moaning to each other, "Oh Jenny, oh Jenny, hmmmm!"

"Oh Heather oh yes honey mmmmm!" They chorused.

They fell apart giggling like school girls, holding hands, they gazed longingly and lovingly at each other. Jenny could fall in love with her, in fact she thought, "it might be very hard not to," she questioned herself. Heather wanted nothing more than to have her friends beautiful mother under her spell.

Heather took top spot, she wrapped her left arm around Jenny's shoulders, kissed her long, hard, and soft, her fingers teasing her lovers nipples. Jenny moaned into her soft sweet mouth. Heather dropped her hand and pressed Jenny's button through the soft folds of skin that housed her most powerful seductive nub.

Then Heather reached over and picked up her black 8" X 2"strap on dildo, looked at Jenny and said.

"I'm going to have you Jenny Jordan!" Her voice was strong but laden with passion.

"Hmmmm yes Heather, anytime," she answered. But Heather asked her a question.

"Have you ever had a real black cock Jenny?"

"No I haven't, I have never found the right person, not that I have looked form one either, why?"

"Well, surely a real black cock would be a million times better than this, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes I suppose so," she said.

"I've had lots of real back cock Jenny, its utterly wonderful, I would recommend it to any worth while woman, especially one as sexy and as beautiful as you are." Heather mangled Jenny's clit, before saying. "I bet you would really love it too, imagine Jenny, close your eyes and imagine. This is a real black cock," she prodded Jenny's pussy with the dildo, "on a real live black man, a strong powerful black man. And you had no hope of stopping him splitting you with his big, heavy thick black tool."

An orgasm rushed through Jenny, she squirmed, she was loving this scenario, she was thinking of a beautiful rampant black cock giving it big time! Heather gently took Jenny's right arm and placed it above her head.

"Keep your eyes closed Jenny, for me." she whispered. Then she lifted her left and placed it above her head too. Heather bent her mouth to Jenny's nipples and sucked on them. Jenny was climbing the mountain of climax.

She felt Heather's hands at her wrists, not knowing that she was slipping some soft rope over them, and in a noose made by her.

Heather tightened them and then told Jenny to open her eyes, jenny moved and then looked over her shoulder, her arms were tied to the bed posts.

She liked it, she smiled at her lover, "You naughty little vixen," she said happily. Heather set about Jenny, she was helpless and Heather tortured her none stop, she licked and sucked her clit, her nipples, she kissed and sucked on her neck and body, she left marks that only she would see, for now anyway.

Jenny was straddled by her young beautiful black lover, her nipples were crushed to the point of wonderful arousing pain. Jenny squealed. 

"You wait Heather Watson I'll get my own back, you see if I don't," she told her, this was followed by a sexy groaning giggle. A climax hit her, she fell back to the bed.

"Now Jenny, tell me how much you would love to have a real black cock in you instead of this," and she waved her dildo at her.

"Oh Heather I do, I wish I could have one right now, just for you honey, just to please you," she breathed huskily at her.

"You would want to be ravaged by your black lover Jenny, fucked with his big, thick and heavy black cock, wouldn't you, is that what you want Jenny, hmmmm?"

"Yes yes yes Heather, yes;" she answered in a funny guttural voice she had never heard from her throat before. Jenny was totally aroused. Heather was dominating her completely now.

"Beg me Jenny; beg me to let you have a real live big, thick and heavy black cock, beg me now!"

"Please Heather, I so desperately need that black cock, I need it honey, now baby, make me have it Heather, please make me have it."

Heather continued to crush Jenny's nipples, never for one moment letting her down. Then she jumped up, shot off the bed, and said, "Oh my God Jenny, I have to use the bathroom, don't go away will you?" And before Jenny could answer Heather had gone. In the hall way Garth was waiting, he had been watching proceedings through the crack in the door. And he had shot an early load on the wall, he was so wound up.

But he was ready, more than ready, the cock Heather had been teasing Jenny about was up and ready to run. She kissed him, grabbed his cock, and said quietly.

"Garth go in there, don't hang around, fuck her immediately okay?" He nodded his head, and naked with his hard on preceding him he walked into the room, he was at the bed side before Jenny had taken in his entrance. 

She saw him there, and the first thing she took in was his superbly crafted and defined body, it gleamed, dark skinned with healthy vitality, his ribbed abs, his pecs, his biceps bulging, the broad shoulders, his extremely handsome face. His cock jutting out from his body had not gained her eye sight yet. The shock of him walking in had taken the breath from her. And before she could even begin to speak, he was climbing over her.

His knees were between hers, pushing her thighs apart.

"Wha..." was all that Jenny managed to utter. Garth prodded at her pussy with his prick, he nudged her opening, readjusted slightly, and entered her sopping pussy. He got the head in, Jenny gasped loudly, still unable to talk. Garth got his elbows at her side, hooked his hands under her shoulders for leverage and slid in further. This forced Jenny to raise her knees higher although she wasn't aware of it. Jenny could only stare open mouthed up at the very handsome face directly above hers. 

Now about half way in, he withdrew slightly, this made Jenny suck in oxygen. Then Garth banged home, his cock, the big, thick and heavy black cock that Heather had teased her about, was all the way into Jenny's sopping wet cunt. He held her, then spoke softly. 

"Hello Jenny Jordan, we've met, I'm Heathers boyfriend, glad to know you at last," he told her. And not waiting for Jenny to even think of an answer he fucked her. He began to bang and fuck her, Jenny got absolutely depth charged, bombs and detonations went off in her that she had no control over.

Her arms tied above her head she could do nothing, Garth was on her, in her, and was fucking her like it had just been invented, and he was the sole patent holder. She found him kissing her, kissing her neck and all the while his cock was doing the damage, damage that Jenny would not recover from, not today anyway. 

Jenny squealed under him, he was forcing her to climax, and with her arms high above her head, it was easy for him to bend his down and suck in her nipples, more bombs went off in her, it was excruciatingly wonderful. She never been banged like this, she didn't know he had blown a first load up the wall outside of the room, so his staying power knew no bounds.

Garth's own eyes glazed over, this was the best fuck he had ever had, and it was a force fuck which added to his excitement. The beautiful 40 year old had no answer to him. Her cunt was filled as never before. Slowly she regained a little composure, she shook her head to try and clear it. Then she saw him properly for the first time. And his own good looks, along with his absolutely dynamic prick did the rest. 

Jenny completely and utterly surrendered, she locked as best as she could her legs around him, hooking her heels over his ass and tried her best to pull him in deeper. Garth took a mioments rest, he slowed but didn't stop.

"Are you enjoying my big black heavy cock Jenny? Heather told me you would, that you would need it, and want it again, is that true Jenny. Do you need my black prick more now, hmmmm?" To emphasis his words he battered it in and out.

Jenny moaned in pain, but it was a pain she loved and always had, she loved the hurt a good cock could cause her. And this she was learning quickly, an exceptionally good one, no doubt. It hurt a great deal, Jenny blew apart again. She had always been capable of multiple orgasms, but Garth was making her have them time after time with no let up. She began to believe she would die from it.

And in her mind, she said to herself, "I hope I take hours to die though!" And Garth wondered what she laughed at. It made him increase his pace; they were both bouncing up and down on the bed. In the hallway Heather was looking on grumpily, "All the time he has been with me he has never behaved like this?" It's as if he's found himself.

Garth was the only boy she had known, she thought she loved him in her own way, he had been her soul mate for as long as she had known him, "4 long years," she told herself. He had never made demands on her, he had always understood her, he had always listened. But he had also told her like it was when necessary, and had made her cry because she believed she was top dog between them, she found out many times she wasn't. But Heather rewarded him with great sex, full access to her unbelievably beautiful body. But she had never seen him this way, he was different with Jenny.

She went in, she was also too aroused still. She was unnoticed, she picked up Jenny's purse, and looked in, there they were, her things for woman loving. She picked out the vibrating butt plug, sat on the edge of the bed, and popped the plug into her mouth to warm it. Then with Jenny's legs up in the air over Garths back, her ass was wide open to assault.

She aimed it at her little dark brown hole and pressed it in. Jenny's ass clamped around the inverted ring and held on to it. Heather pressed the little button to start the vibration, and Jenny screamed in aroused ecstasy. Heather was making a rod for her own back; Garth took off once more and battered the helpless 40 year old beauty under him more and more.

He sensed Heather there, he stopped and turned, she smiled at him and reached for one of Jenny's nipples, she had never felt anything so hard as it. Jenny saw her, there was nothing on her face except cum laden arousal, and submission.

"Heather," Garth said gruffly, "leave us alone please."

"I want to play too Garth, she's mine you know."

"She is nobody's, least of all yours, now go, I won't tell you again!" His voice was full of menace, and laced with venom. Heather must have recognised the tone, looked at him pleadingly, but got up forlornly and left.

"Close the door behind you Heather, I won't be much longer," he called after her. Jenny was delighted at this turn of events, it meant the boy wonder on top of her was going to keep on abusing her tortured body and mind wonderfully.

He looked down at Jenny, and said, "now where were we, oh yes?" he reminded himself. "I was in the act of fucking you wasn't I Mrs Jordan, and you were telling me how much you wanted and needed my lovely black cock, is that about right Mrs Jordan?"

Jenny could only reply as he was sawing his cock in and out of her, "Yes Garth yes I do, and I was."

Garth took off again, slamming his prick in and out of Jenny's now very well weathered pussy, then he came, He grunted, crushed her in his arms and blew his load of thick and steamy clotted cream into her. Jenny came with him, and she flopped under him. In her twenty to twenty five years of sex with both male and female lovers, she had never once been fucked like this.

Garth rested for a while, then reached up and untied her, saying, "This won't be the last time this happens Mrs Jordan, now I've had a taste of you I'll be back for more and that's a promise," he told her with the same zeal he had used with Heather. Jenny felt the words heavily, he was half her age, but he had an unmistakable authority in him. Jenny nodded her head, she had to have some more of this, but again her life style came into her mind.

"We must talk though Garth; I will see you when ever you want me to, or more to the point, when I can. But there is something you have to do for me, or we can never see each other again, it just won't be possible?"




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"What's that then Jenny?" He wasn't sure about this, he wasn't the type for concessions, 'ask Heather,' he would say.

"You will have to keep Heather out of the picture, as much as I would want to see her again, I can't have the two of you seeing me. So its up to you, her or you, you choose Garth," she told him, followed by a kiss.

It was no contest, "Heather is gone Jenny, take it to the bank okay!" His voice was unequivocal. Jenny guessed he would choose this, she did want Heather again, but fitting two loves into her life was not an option. And one thing she wasn't into was threesomes like this one could be.

"Do you have your own place Garth," she asked.

"Yep," he answered, "about three or four miles the other way from you."

"That sounds okay, give me your address and phone number please." He did so, then he said.

"This will only go right if I come to you at your home Jenny," he told her, "coming to mine will not be right for you, if its straight sex you want fine, I'll fuck you until the cows come home, but if you want love and respect too. Then I am coming to yours, you can decide when and how, but this is the way it will be." Jenny understood what he was saying.

"Okay but my rules have to prevail Garth, I have Carol to think about, and my social position," She inverted two fingers of each hand above her head and crooked them, then giggled and tittered.

"I'm with you all the way Jenny, I'll be at your tomorrow at 10am okay," and with that he got out, kissed her, felt her nipples, and Mmmmm'd, "lovely lovely," he told her.

She watched him walk out and close the door, she heard muffled arguments, "He must be telling Heather what's gone down, she won't be very happy, but she only has herself to blame, she trapped me, fortunately," and smiled to herself, she could still feel Garth battering her fabulously, Jenny thought.

Jenny dressed and waited until it had gone quiet, and a further 5 minutes, then walked out, no one was there, she went out to her car and drove home to wait for a call from Garth, "Jenny girl," she told herself, "you have opened a door here, I hope you have made the right decision," but in truth the decision had been made for her by Garth's immensity in fucking, screwing and practically nailing her to the bed at Heather's apartment.

Meanwhile Garth had laid it on the line for Heather; she was left in no doubt as to what was and had happened.

"I've taken Jenny from you, she doesn't want to see you again, and if I see or hear that you've been round to hers, I'll be on you like a ton of bricks Heather, and you had better believe it!" Heather backed away from him, he had never ever once laid a finger on her, but she realised that if she didn't do what he said, there would be more bother than she could handle.

Garth couldn't have been happier, he had got a fabulous 40 year old wonder woman, and he had her all to himself now, and he knew that with his prick he could and would get all he wanted. And that included (hopefully) of getting Carol who had been in his sights long before Jenny had. He knew she was about to dump her long time boyfriend, she had told him herself one night, and he had comforted her. And Carol had said the words that made him decide to try for her.

"I wish I had someone like you Garth," she had said, "I would feel safe with you, but?" 

"But I'm black," he had finished for her.

"Black? What's that got to do with it, it doesn't bother me what colour you are, it's in here what matters," Carol had said, and poked him over his heart. "But you've got Heather, and that's the rub Garth," she sighed.

His mind drifted to a scene where he had them both Carol and her mother in bed with him, his cock lurched. Both of them clamouring for him to make love to them, to feed his glorious black lady killer into them, "Oh boy!" he said to himself.

"Hello?" Jenny said into her phone, it was 9pm, she was ready for bed. Jenny had been remembering her day, or the part she had spent under Garth, it rattled her to think that it had been the best sex she had had, and it had taken 20+ years to find out what a proper cock could do. And the kicker? It was a black cock on the body of an extremely good looking, very well built, and very sexy young man. 

She was wearing an ankle length brown silk dressing gown, and nothing else, she loved sleeping nude.

"Hi it's me Garth," he told her, "I'm outside your front door, open it please," he told her, and the phone clicked off. Jenny looked at it stupidly. She peeked out of her blinds and there he was, in black cut off jeans, a tight fitting brilliant white top, and it was just the thing for him to wear to make her go to her door and open it.

"Garth," she said, "you can't just turn up without prior agreement." She had just got the last bit of 'ment,' out of her mouth, and he was picking her up and kicking the door shut, she was on her way up stairs before she found her voice.

"Garth stop this right now!" she said loudly.

"Sorry Jenny, you have been on my mind since the second I left you this afternoon, I need more of you, and I need more of you right now!" It was an unforgiving answer.

Jenny fell silent, then he was climbing onto her bed with her, her dressing gown disappeared, and he was suckling her nipples greedily. It immediately sent Jenny into mother mode, feeding her hungry young, her head went back. Her hands went to his head and she held him to her. His fingers found her slick vagina and wiggled in. Jenny mewled and sighed, she already knew he was going to have her. 

The thought made her feel hot, the feeling spread around her body. What had happened this afternoon had not abated from her mind, it was still so fresh. She felt languid, liquid, supine, feline, and sexual. And adding to her rapidly growing desire for this man boy was the very fact that he wanted her more than anyone, and above of all, Heather! This terrifically good looking sexy young man wanted her! she thought. She even knew, that he could probably get any female he wanted, but he chose her.

This made Jenny forget any protestations; she looked at his handsome face as he fed on her hugely hard, and distended super sensitive nipples. His fingers were sending her into the stratosphere. And now adding further to her sexual submission was his very insistence, he wanted her, he was here to take her, with or without her consent, which momentarily hadn't been give. But his very actions had forced it from her. She wanted his magnificent, "and," she said in her lovely glowing head, "that beautiful black prick."

"Just tell me Jenny when you want me in you, don't waste our time," he told her. Jenny was already ready!

"Now Garth, now baby," she muttered growling at him. She felt for his prick, it was as she remembered it, though this was the first time she had held it. It was big, thick, hard and heavy, and she knew black! The black handsome face appeared above hers; he smiled, kissed her, and said.

"Gotcha! Put me in where you need it Jenny." He told her. She did, he was sliding in gracefully, her juices coated it for him and he sank once again into the heavenly depth of bliss that was Jenny's silk pussy. Jenny let go, tossed her arms above her head, which was her signal to him that she had surrendered again once more.

He saw the sign, and wrapped his arms around her; Jenny began to know the power of this boy. "What ever it is he has," she wondered, "I want it, and I want it a lot." Heather had never once entered her head since Garth had taken her this afternoon. Her mind had been totally focussed on what Garth had achieved with her, "had he known, did he know what he had done?"

She felt the delicious sensation of his thick meat gliding up and down her love channel, it was a ship being launched up and down the runway of her slipway. Her legs drew him in, she wrapped her arms around his neck, there was nothing in his way to stop his utter domination of her in her own bed. He was staying the night too, Jenny might have something to say about that though. Then she would agree with him that yes, she wanted him with her, in her bed.

Jenny kissed him and loved him, moaned, and mewled, grunted and groaned, as the love machine on top of her rutted her with complete mastery and roughness. His cock reaching and touching parts of her that had never once been touched. Jenny felt virginial, as though this was her very first time being made love to and fucked. The way he thrust his cock into her took her breath away every time, and she had to breathe in when he pulled out.

It was more than she could bear for the second time in one day.

"Please Garth, let me breathe darling, let me breathe." She whispered through the banging. This made him go faster and harder, he had set his mind on this, his idea had been to fuck, screw and love her as fiercely as he could. Then after, in a quiet moment ask her if she would be able to do without it in the future. And looking down at the utter beauty under him, he guessed he might just be right too!

He almost sang, "Once you go black Jenny, you never go back." But he concentrated on her, he wanted her to have as many cums as he could make her have. This was all about her, he would take as long as it took to get her where he needed her to be. He would get his when the time was right. The most important thing was Jenny in his mind. He kissed her, told her she was the greatest lover God had created for man, for him. And, still pumping her full of his black prick he went on and on..

Garth knew he had been blessed; he had great looks, a great and forceful personality, when he spoke people listened, he had a fabulous body, and a cock to out match just about any cock. But his main asset was, he wasn't conceited, vain, or big headed, in his mind he could still see in the mirror the ten year old boy he once was, chubby, even fat. 

He was teased by his so called friends; they called him Girth, not Garth. Fatty Walberg, Tubby G! He hated it, and he vowed that one day he would not be fat and ugly, so at the tender age he started walking a lot, working out, and now at twenty one years old, he was a man with respected standing.

Jenny came for him, she cried out, hung onto him, she screwed herself up to him, trying to get closer and closer, then another climax shot her almost dead. Garth was doing his best, but Jenny was doing the job for him, she was actively trying to get all of him inside her. This was the best love and sex she had ever known, she didn't want it to end. Then the lights went out, he was screwing her while Jenny was almost comatose, he spewed his cum deep into her, the heat helping to wake her back to reality.

Garth spent the whole night totally focussed on Jenny, everything he did, he did it for her. Jenny had never in her life met anyone so attentice, he met her challenges head on, his sole aim was to please her and make her want him. Eventually to stay with her.

Late in the morning she wakened, she was alone, then she heard the shower, he was in there, she didn't know he was in there preparing for her, to be ready for her when she wanted him. Jenny staggered out of bed, her body ached wonderfully, she bent down to pick up her dressing gown and nearly fell over.

"Oh God I'm wrecked, he's half beaten me to death that bad boy," and she sniggered to herself.

She went into the bathroom and stepped into it with him, his glorious smile warmed and softened her, they embraced, kissed and loved.

"What am I going to do with you Garth," she said, "this is going to be an impossible relationship we have here?"

"Yes I know Jenny, it's gonna be a socially unacceptable one Simply because of two things, one, I'm black, and two, because of the age difference isn't it?"

"I think you have that bit right baby," she told him as she pressed her fluffy pussy at him.

That was when Garth had a brainwave, or he hoped it might be.

"There's always Carol, I could start taking her out, which will keep me close to you, what do you think?"

"You can't do that, she has a boyfriend, and don't you still have a thing with Heather?"

"No, Heather and I are history, I've told her that, and what you don't know is Carol told me over a week ago she was going to dump him. In fact, and you won't believe this," and he eyed Jenny, "she told me she wished she could find someone like me!"

Garth pushed Jenny to her knees before she could answer and pushed his growing prick at her lips. But not before Jenny thought, "someone like you Garth, that I can understand very well!" her lips parted and she took him in. 

"We can talk later Jenny," he smiled to himself as she got to work. This was Jenny's first close up view of the young black cock that had done her so good. She pulled her mouth off him, and smiling she said huskily, and with a huge smile in her beautiful eyes.

"Do you know Garth, that once you go black, you never go back?" and Jenny laughed loudly and lewdly, before engulfing him once more.

"Yes Jenny I do, and I'm going to make sure, or do my damndest to make sure you don't go back, ever!" She grinned up at him and went to work, Jenny wanted his hot sticky, creamy thick cum for her breakfast.

Her head bobbed back and forth, her hands caressing his balls and working his prick, Garth held on to her head and shower rail, "this isn't going to take too long," he thought, "she wants it, she can have it!" Soon he was rising up on to his toes as the urge to cum overtook him, he jammed Jenny's head harder on him, she knew he was about to cum and readied herself for it. His first salvo hit the back of her mouth and cascaded down her throat, the second followed in the same way. The taste of him was fantastic, the power of him slated her, he was immense in her eyes now. Every time, every thing was new, and Jenny was going deeper and deeper.

He finished shooting his cum into the beautiful forty year old mother and slowly relaxed. Jenny held him in her for a long time savouring him, feeling him, learning him. And knowing she was wanting more and more of him. But the problem was beginning to form in her mind, how? How could she do this and not be known as a slut, a black mans slut, a whore for a black boy young enough to be her son. Society, the one she lived in wouldn't tolerate it.

It lay heavy on her, she had found, or it had found her, this most tantalisingly beautiful black boy, worldly beyond his years, and an understanding heart. And making love with him had been a most gratifying, satisfying eye opener. One she thought she knew and had known for a long time. But he had made her realise in one day that she knew hardly anything of what fucking and loving was about.

They dried and went back to bed, "Garth, I'm at a loss as to what to do. I don't want to lose you now that I've found you, but we can't possibly go out as partners, lovers, or anything else. The differences between us are too great, and I'm not being racial, you must understand what I'm talking about here?" she said.

"Yes Jenny I have the same thoughts, but," he added, "how would you feel if I asked Carol out, and as I said, it would keep me close to you?"

"I don't know about that Garth, using Carol for that wouldn't be right, and then she would find out about us wouldn't she, we could never keep it under wraps!" she said.

"Well, I'm going to try it, there's nothing to lose, its either that or we might have to give it up, and that's the last thing I want, isn't it you too?"

That weekend Garth 'called' round, he chatted to them both, Jenny was very nervous around him.

"What's wrong mum, its Garth, anyone would think you had the hots for him the way you are behaving!" she said to her mother.

"If you only knew Carol, if you only knew?" Jenny thought.

"Don't be silly Carol, hots indeed," she protested, but thought, "Jesus am I that transparent?"

"Who are you seeing mum, and don't say you're not, I know you, so come on, who is it?" her daughter demanded. Jenny nearly choked, tried to deny it, but admitted that yes there was someone, and no, she couldn't possibly say anything. It was too dangerous, and had to be kept secret.

"Mum you naughty girl, are you shagging someone you shouldn't be then?" Carol yelled gleefully.

"No I am not, I'm not like that, I would never do such a thing!" she shouted back laughing.

Garth did ask Carol if she had finished with her boyfriend, and the answer had been a firm yes. Garth then quietly asked her if she would let him take her to dinner that night, Carol agreed with some enthusiasm. That night Garth laid it on thick and fast, he gave her his utmost attention, showered her with compliments, gazed awe struck at her, and in the end Carol was floating on air. This gorgeous boy was making a play for her her previous boyfriend would never get any where near imitating.

As they left the restaurant, he said, I bought some new south American coffee today, you want to come around and try it?" he asked, as he put his warm arm around her. The lovely nineteen year old replica of her mother said yes too quickly. Back at his tiny apartment he looked after her, sat her down, took her coat, fussed over her. Made himself look silly in his adoration for her.

Carol was beside herself, she had secretly wanted him for the last two years, but because of Heather she had kept it well to herself, now she didn't have to. When he sat the coffees down he sat himself next to her, very closely. He gave her a cup, and copying her movements he sipped his the way she sipped hers.

"Its gorgeous Garth, it really is," she beamed, as she smelled the aromas.

"It can never ever be as gorgeous as you Carol," he told her, took her cup from her trembling hands and kissed her. Carol melted into it, Garth hated himself for being as devious as he was being. But his ultimate goal was for him to have both Carol and her mother, and have them all to himself. It was the biggest challenge he had ever faced, and one he was determined to see through to the end.

Carol was in no mood to say no, finishing with her boyfriend had been hard, she needed comfort and solace, she was finding them right here in the arms of the person she had wanted to for the last two years. She leaned back as he exerted the lead role, he wasn't bothered if Carol wanted to have the upper hand, he didn't care, "she can lead from the back if she wants to!" was his mantra.

"Please forgive me Jenny, I hate this too, but it as to be done," he reminded himself, as Carol began her own seduction to her mothers young lover. The trick was going to be, to have them tell, or say, or admit that they both were his lovers, that they both wanted him, as he wanted them. And the best scenario would be if they agreed to share him.

Carol stopped suddenly, "I have to tell mum I won't be home tonight, she knows where I am, and whom I'm with, she'll be alright," she reassured Garth. He held his breath as she texted her mother. She received a one word reply.

"Alright." Carol looked at it.

"That's a bit terse, I wonder if she's okay?" she said to Garth.

"I'm sure she will be Carol, she knows you are a big girl now, does she have a hang up about you and other boys?" Hoping she would say no she doesn't.

"Mum's never bothered about it before Garth, maybe she's a bit off because she knows its you I'm with?" That's what Garth wanted to know, she was jealous! Or he hoped she was.

"Tell her I'll take good care of you Carol she'll know what you mean," he suggested.

"Yes I'll do just that. 'Mum, I'm staying over, Garth doesn't want to be alone okay?' she wrote. A text came straight back.

"I'm sure he doesn't, have fun, I'm sure you will, and be careful!" Carol knew she was alluding to protection, but left it at that.

"Well Garth are we going to sit here all night or have you got some etchings in your bedroom you want to show me?" she smiled and moved in closer. Garth stood, pulled her to her feet, they kissed and walked arm in arm to his bed.




A beautiful woman's bisexual needs.



Jenny was in a jealous rage, but she couldn't bring herself to hate Carol, this wasn't her fault and it wasn't her doing. But the thought of her making love with him cut her to the quick. She wanted to go around there and bang on his door, but knew she wouldn't. It would be the next day before she could have anything to say about it.

As Carol and Garth got more and more amorous he stopped. He suddenly knew this wasn't the way to do this, she would hate him, Jenny would too, and all his efforts and desires would be washed away in one fuck. He sat up; Carol asked him what was wrong. He got out of bed, sat on the edge and began to talk. He told her everything, how he had started with her mother, and incongruously had told her he wanted to do, see and be with them both! And deliberately leaving out the Heather bit. That could come out later if Jenny wanted it to.

He asked her forgiveness, but emphasised the fact that he thought he was now in love with them both somehow. Carol was shocked into silence, she too now got out of his bed, she dressed in silence.

"Garth I'm glad you told me all this instead of afterwards," she said in a sad voice, "I would have hated you forever for hurting my mother this way. I knew there was someone in her life, but you! Jesus fucking Christ Garth, and then you want me too. I'm going home, my mum needs me."

"Carol, call me tomorrow please," he told her, "talk to your mother, but call me?" 

Carol left. When she arrived home her mother was asleep in bed, Carol undressed for the second time that night and got in with her, put her arm around her and lay there for what seemed like hours before she finally drifted off. But she had thought a lot, she thought the world of Garth, and maybe she had always loved him too, she probably always had. But now she finds out that he's her own mothers lover too!

In the morning Jenny awoke with a start, she had an arm around her, she spun round to see her daughters sleeping innocent face on her pillow. Jenny sighed, she decided that she had found out, maybe even Garth had told her, she would have to wait to find out. She slipped out of bed, went down stairs and picked up the phone.

"Garth, its me Jenny," she said. There was nothing but silence, "talk to me Garth, you know you have to."

"I'm a bit lost for words Jenny, are you okay?" there was a sort of fear in his voice. Jenny understood now why he had not spent the night with Carol, he had told her about them.

"I'll call you later, I haven't spoken to Carol yet," she told him.

"Okay Jenny but please call me." And he clicked off. Jenny heard a soft click on the phone, Carol had been listening upstairs.

Carol appeared in the doorway, "morning mum," she said brightly, "how are you this fine day?"

"I'll be good when you've told me what's on your mind, what you're thinking, I heard you on the phone upstairs?" She said it with a smile, she didn't want her to think she was angry with her.

"Ah," Carol said.

"So now you know, I assume you do anyway, what are you intending to do?" Jenny asked her.

"I don't rightly know mum, it was a bit of a shock to hear him tell me you were lovers."

"Please don't say it like that darling, it just happened." Jenny said.

"Do you love him mum, that's the real question here isn't it?"

"To be honest Carol I just don't know, I have to say he is something special, and I don't necessarily mean, you know what!"

Carol actually smiled at that, "Well mum I haven't found out yet, I was about to last night, but his disclosure got in the way of it."

"Yes I'm so sorry babes, and I'm so glad too, I would have hated to see you get hurt that way. At least he was honest about it wasn't he?"

"Yes I suppose so mum, but where does it leave us now. I can see how much he already means to you. But the trouble is mum, I was intending to marry him. He doesn't, or didn't know it, but I was."

"Did he mention anything unusual Carol?"

"Yes he did mum, what's your opinion, not daring to tell her he wanted to have them both, because he may not have mentioned it the way Carol was presenting it."

Jenny, in a flash of inspiration, and not realising what she was about to say constituted her acquiescence, said.

"You would still be able to get married, and we can make it a precondition!" She clapped her hand over her mouth; she was so taken aback by what she had just said.

"As long as I share him with you, or let you have conjugal rights," she mumbled, and then burst into peals of laughter. Jenny stood there open mouthed, was Carol saying what she thought she was saying? Neither knew what to say, neither knew what the other was thinking.

"Mum this needs talking about."

"Yes Carol it does," she answered, she couldn't believe they had arrived at this. She had thought an atomic bomb would go off in their house, but they were discussing their future with a gorgeous sexy black boy, whom both women were totally and obviously enamoured with, that much was now clearly apparent.

They spent the next hour talking about it, Carol wheedled out of her mother some of Garths prowess, Jenny balked at some of his dealings she'd had with him, he has wonderful personality, how nice he really was, had a clear definition of where he wanted to be, unusual yes, but it was a clear definition.

Jenny was happy but stll concerned for her daughter. She would be in the back ground, no one would ever know about them. But Garth would have to woo, court and marry Carol, there would be no other way. This was the ultimatum they settled above anything else.

She was utterly amazed at her daughter's handling of the issue, how grown up, and adult she was. She wondered if she would have been able to handle such a situation herself.

They had a leisurely lunch, deliberately waiting to call Garth with their decision and also their ultimatum.

"Hi Garth, its me Jenny, can you call round please we need to talk to you?"

"Yes Jenny of course, can I ask if everything is okay?"

"See you when you get here Garth, bye," was all she said.

"That'll keep the scoundrel on his toes mum!" Carol chortled.

"Yes darling it will, now for one last time, we can still back out, yes or no baby?"

"No mum, I'm sure I love him, and I think I have since the day we met, trouble was Heather got her hooks into him first." Jenny blanched at Heather's name, one day she might have to tell her daughter about her brief liason with her, maybe. 

"And I'm sure you do too in your own way, but you are and always will be my best friend in all the world mum, and sharing my life with you is the utopian ideal for me." she told her mother with love in her eyes and a song in her heart. 

"Oh, there's one other thing."

"What's that darling?" her mother asked.

"And I'm damn sure too that he loves us, so there!" She hugged her mum tightly.

Garth called round thirty minutes later, his face was worried, even he wouldn't be able to hold off an onslaught from these two, they had right on their side, the good lord, and the morality too, his were dead and buried. He never entered, he waited to be asked.

"Come in Garth, we have talked Carol and I, and we are not very happy with how you tried to con us into doing something that would not have been right, not right at all!" she told him.

Garth turned to leave, that was it then, he was thinking.

"Hold it, where do you think you are going," Jenny asked him sharply. "Don't you dare think you can just walk away without so much as by your leave?" He stopped in his tracks, he wasn't used to being talked to like this, but they were right, and he was wrong.

"I'm sorry I did what I did, my plan wasn't what it turned out to be. I meant no harm, I just wanted to erm, I er, jus... er." He fell silent.

"Well," Jenny said, she was enjoying herself now, and Carol knew it too. "As I am the oldest of the three of us, and Carol is the youngest, you can start by making it up to her, and then me!" He looked at them blankly.

"What do you mean Jenny, what are you talking about?" he asked. He had no idea where this was going, or where they were leading him.

"Come with me please," Jenny said, she turned and walked into her sitting room, he followed and she closed the door.

"You are a the luckiest man on earth Garth, do you know that?" she told him.

"No I don't because I don't know what's going on." He said.

"What do you feel about Carol do you love her even?"

"To be honest I think I do yes, I didn't know it until yesterday night, I've wasted two years on Heather, when I should have been with her," he admitted.

"Okay that's good, I think," Jenny said, "now to the crux of the matter." What about me, were you wanting me to be your bit on the side while you were with Carol, or is there more to your oblique reasoning that I'm missing?"

"Jenny!" he said a little exasperated, "you would never ever be that, I love you as well, I know its stupid, even unrealistic, but I want you just as much as I want Carol."

"Right, you just wait right here until I come back," she told him, don't you dare move!" she said, and walked out closing the door behind her. She gave thumbs up to Carol who was waiting patiently. Then she went up stairs, she packed a case, took it out to her car, and left.

Carol went to see Garth. "Hi Garth," she said as she walked in. "I see mum has had a word with you, now I'll fill you in on what our intentions are, what we have decided, and after I've told you them, you will have the choice of staying, or leaving, right?" All Garth could do was nod his head.

"You will be my boyfriend, you will marry me one year from now if not sooner, we will have children. You will stay away from Heather forever; you will never even look at another woman from now on, except my mother. Mum will be there for you whenever she or you feels the need. You will live here with us. I will always have first claim on you, and mum will always have the claim on you too." 

Garth just stood there, his jaw dropping further with every word. It was dawning on him slowly that were willing to give him the only thing he wanted in life right now, them!

"Do you have any questions, do you accept our terms, we will of course all have equal rights, apart from you, who we will in effect, own! 

"So is it a yes Garth, or is it a no, there are no exceptions, no discussions, no bargaining, in or out, yes, or no?"

Garth had to sit down, he was dumb struck, his jaw waggled, his tongue was dry and stuck to the roof of his mouth, he got up, hurried into the kitchen, Carol stayed where she was. He got a drink of water and went back. 

He went to her, took her in his arms, and said, "yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes again, yes to everything Carol, oh yes!"

And Carol, being the very pragmatic girl that she was, said to him. "Thank god for that, maybe we can settle down now. Mum's gone away for the next three nights, you are staying here with me, that's if you want to of course?" She eyes him carefully, "and we're on our own. You got any other plans Garth?" Knowing he wouldn't be going anywhere!

She went into him now, the kiss they shared was the kiss of lovers, he could have run and jumped for joy, he had got exactly what he had wanted, both of them were willingly, with proviso's, giving themselves to him. They were willing, and intending to share him. Marry Carol? he would do it right now just to keep them happy.

Knock knock, Heathers heard them on her door, "who is it?" she asked, she wasn't opening it to a stranger.

"It's me," came the reply. Heather opened it but left the chain on, she peered out and what she saw floored her. Jenny was stood there smiling at her.

"Well are you going to let me in then?" she said. She did so, and then said, "What are you doing here Jenny, I thought I had seen the last of you, now that Garth as taken you from me."

"Nobody takes me from anywhere, or tells me what I should and shouldn't do, but because of changing circumstances this will be the last time for a long time that I'll be able to see you Heather, maybe never again. Don't ask me to explain because I can't, and I also won't.

"Wow, that was a mouthful," Heather said, "so why are you here then?" she asked.

"Because I wanted to see you, I have three days and nights to myself, and I thought who, and where better to spend them but with you." Heather was flabbergasted, and before she could say anything, Jenny continued. "So, I can stay here with you, or you can pack a bag and we can go off somewhere all by ourselves, what do you say?"

Heather replied, "I love the seaside at this time of year Jenny!"

"Right pack a bag and we'll be off, I'll drive." Jenny grinned, she stepped forward and locked lips with the fabulous and gorgeous black girl in front of her. Heather grabbed her, got her arm up her back, spun her around, cupped her pussy from behind, "not until I've had some more of this," she said, and frog marched Jenny into her bedroom.

Jenny had no option but to go, in fact being treated like this always got her going anyway. Her arm tight up her back, her pussy being held captive, she was also being pushed forward. She didn't come to a stop until her knees hit Heather's bed, she was forced forwards more and they both toppled on to it. Heather completely dominated Jenny, she was bigger by far, and a lot stronger, and she soon had her wrists retied to the ropes still on the bed head once more.

Heather cut and ripped her clothes off, Jenny protested loud and long, for this she received a good hard slap. "Don't you speak unless I say you can Jenny!" she ordered. She slapped both of Jenny's tits, and dug her fingers behind into Jenny's sweet pussy. Then she jumped forward and landed her pussy tight on to Jenny's face. She put her hands under her ass and pulled her cunt open wide so Jenny's mouth was nearly inside of her.

"Eat you whore, you slut, you cunt, eat me, and if I don't like the way you do it, you'll get more slaps, hear me!" she shouted at her captive. Jenny suddenly realised this wasn't a game, Heather meant every word, she set to work tonguing, licking and sucking on her pussy as hard, fast, and as fervently as she could. Heather set about Jenny's nipples from behind her, which were hard and tight, Heather had her going there was no doubt about who had the control now.

Jenny made Heather cum, and she had to drink down all of her nectar or drown in it. Heather sat on her until every drop was gone, she revelled in her power, this is what she was about, dominating another woman and especially this beautiful 40 year old one. As she recovered, she fastened her thumbs and the second knuckle of her forefingers to Jenny's nipples, she squeezed as hard as she could, twisted them as far as they would go, and pulled them up as high as she could.

Jenny squeaked into Heathers pussy, the muffled sound and struggling of her captive underneath her told her of the effect she was having. Jenny's legs were thrashing on the bed, but she was helpless and defenceless. After sometime, even through the pain it aroused her, this exquisite torture forced her total submission to the powerful and beautiful black girl who had her in her grip.

Heather relaxed, stayed on her for a while, tapping her forehead with her knuckles, she asked Jenny.

"Now you slut of a cunt, who do you belong to?" Jenny nodded her head, and using her eyes told Heather, "you!"

"I think I'll call Carol and Garth, get them round here, let them have a look at the slut, slave, and fuck toy you are, my fuck toy, shall I call them Jenny?" She reached for the phone at the side of the bed and picked it up. Jenny shook her head sideways as hard as she could.

"Shall I give you a good fucking slut instead, hmmmm?" Jenny nodded her head vigorously, the last thing she wanted was for Carol to see her mother like this, utterly dominated, used, abused, and subjugated, even though she loved it. But knew she could never let Heather know this now, why? Because she knew for certain that Heather wouldn't let it go, and it was all come out, everything.

Heather got off her, went to her drawer and pulled out her brand new shiny black 10" X 3" vibrating strap on dildo, she began to fasten it on very slowly letting Jenny see it in all its glory. Jenny stared at it wide eyes, it was monstrous. She knew that there was nothing she could do to prevent Heather taking her any way she wanted. The black beauty stood before her erect, proud, and very in control.

"Well now Jenny," she breathed, "lets see how you handle this big black beauty shall we?" and she smiled her most beautiful breath taking smile. Jenny pleaded with her not to, but it was futile. Heather knelt at her side and stroked Jenny's already dripping cunt. She attacked her clit in the way only another woman could, soft gentle strokes, little tickles, small circular feather light touches with the pad of her finger. She leaned forward and lapped it with the tip of her tongue. This all served to raise Jenny's levels of arousal to where they hadn't yet attained.

Her legs parted and closed, her knees rose and fell, her body was begging for Heather to keep on, her mind was begging just as hard for her not to. Her voice was no more, there were no words left in her, she writhed in orgasmic silence at the girls administration of her.

Heather got between her spread legs, lay her full weight on Jenny, and pressed the dildo at her entrance. No matter what Jenny did now, there would be no way she could ever hope to stop Heather from forcing the black pussy wrecker into her, none at all. Her face directly above Jenny's, she peered down at her subservient captive.

"My little cum slut?" she raised an exquisite eye brow, Jenny nodded. 

"My hopeless little whore?" Jenny nodded again. 

"My back pussy loving fuck toy?" More nods from Jenny.

"Shall I fuck your 40 year old pussy for you, you dirty fucking slag!" she growled hotly into Jenny red face. Jenny could only keep nodding.

Heather got off her again, reached into her drawer once more and withdrew a 3" X 1" vibrating butt plug. Jenny was aghast, but made no resistance when Heather lifted her feet above her head, and squeezed it into Jenny's uncompromising ass! She depressed the little button to set it off and an immediate unremitting explosion detonated in Jenny.

Heather let her legs down, positioned Jenny's under thighs over her own wide spread knees, she pointed the dildo at her now sopping cunt. She leaned forward and pressed the thick spongy bulbous head into the tight opening it was soon to be widened to a cavern like hole.

Placing her hands below Jenny's shoulders she leaned hard forward and forced it in, Jenny's feet were kicking, but there was no preventing the insurgence into her cunt now. Heather pressed harder soon half of the dildo was in, she withdrew, and pushed again, more went in, another withdrawal, and more went in. She looked down, three quarters had disappeared, and Jenny's head was thrown back in a silent scream.

Heather beamed with delight, she was hoping that it was as painful as it seemed, she thrust one more time, as hard as she could and it was all in now. All 10" of the 3" wide dildo was in. She pulled back and drove it in, the head popped through Jenny's cervix; she had never known such pain, such agony as this. She blew apart with the biggest climax she had ever had, it ripped through her like a force ten hurricane, a tornado of emotions crashed through her.

Heather punished her victim mercilessly, driving the dildo in and out, Jenny was half dead, climax after climax tore through her, each one heightened by more pain. Heather slowed, she had one more gun in her armoury. She reached down, felt for and depressed the tiny button on the bottom side of the dildo, and set the vibrator running.

Jenny's head shot up from the bed, her eyes glazed, there was no sight in them, but there was feeling in her body. Her legs held on to Heather in a desperate attempt to mitigate what was about to happen. The nuclear explosion that Heather was about to detonate within her. She didn't feel Heather undoing the dildo, and she didn't know she had got off her.




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All Jenny knew was, what was in her ass, what was in her pussy and the devastating climaxes she never knew existed. Her body was inert except for the pulsating of her love channel around the dildo, and the vibrator in her ass. Heather went to get her camers, she took several shots of Jenny, body and face, also concentrating on the strap on securely fixed in her. 

Then she set the camera on her dresser, pointed it in the right direction and got back on the bed with her lover. She smiled deliciously at it while the timer ticked and the automatic camera clicked. She kissed Jenny and taking first one nipple then the other, more shots, then her hand working the dildo, Jenny's feet swinging from side to side, it was the only movement she had left. 

She couldn't combat Heather now, what ever she did, what ever she touched Jenny orgasmed uncontrollably. The young black beauty had Jenny at her complete mercy. She got off the bed and turned the camera off, returning she rolled Jenny over and knelt between her legs, she pulled her strap on out quickly causing Jenny to mewl in protest, then yanked the butt plug out. 

She inserted the head of the dildo into her ass. Jenny left the bed in shock, but it was too late for any sort of resistance. Heather knew she would never get the whole of the dildo in her ass, but she forced a goodly amount of it up, then she turned it back on. Jenny cried into the bedding muffling her own cries of torment at the hands of her dominant young rapist.

Heather again set the camera rolling, she took several more of her and Jenny, with the action shots clearly demonstrating who was in charge, and who was the submissive. But this was all for her insurance, she would never let the photos become public, she still wanted to have Carol as her best friend, and her mother as an occasional lover.

She went into her room and sat at the PC and laser printer, and printed off the photos. She went back into her bedroom, collected Jenny in her arms and kissed her back to consciousness. Then she wrote a note telling Jenny that the photos on her bed were her insurance. And that she would always wonder if Heather would knock on her door, adding, 'and don't be here when I get back, you will regret it!' 

Then she left, simply leaving Jenny to gather herself and limp away. Knowing Heather had completely and utterly taken, dominated, used and abused her in a way that she could never have dreamed of. 

And Jenny she had the pictures to prove it, also knowing Heather did too. But the strangest thing of all was that Jenny took them home three days later, having recovered from what she now deemed as the most fantastic battering she had ever had, or ever likely to have again, sadly, she thought. She scanned them and loaded them up on to her own computer, she just couldn't bring herself to get rid of them, and keeping them well hidden.

She had no idea that Carol already knew how to navigate her way around her mothers computer, saying about her lovingly, "she's too old for this sort of thing, her passwords are already mine." And that she knew of her double life, but it made no difference at all to Carol, she loved her, she always would, forever. But when she found the photos of her and Heather, it did come as a shock, there was no denying that.

Carol became pregnant that year, they got married, Garth had been introduced to the bedroom and Jenny willingly filled in when Carol didn't feel like it. She made sure she never caught on though. It would be too much to explain both her and her daughter having black children.

One day Carol came home and took her mother to her PC, she opened it, Jenny was watching completely oblivious of what was about to happen. Carol clicked away and suddenly there were photos on the screen that should not have been there, especially in front of her daughter.

"Sit down mum, watch and learn," she told her stunned mother, she opened every one, saving the best till last. "There!" she said, "you and Heather, or rather Heather having you, I was a bit surprised mum, but now I see it and you for what it is, and what you are too." Jenny was too paralysed to speak.

"I was speaking to Heather this very morning, she tried to deny it, but I told her about the photos, she cried mum do you know that, she actually cried!"

"Oh Carol, I'm so sorry, I don't know how it happened, it just did."

"No it didn't mum, Heather has told me every thing, I made her tell me. So now what I suggest, no, its not a suggestion, its an instruction, and one you had better heed mum because I will get angry with you for the first time in my life!"

"What is it honey, what are you talking about?"

"You mum, I want you to go to Heather's right now and see her, if all goes well you won't be back today, if it doesn't, you'll have me to answer to okay!"

"But Carol I can't just waltz around there like that, what will she say?"

"She'll say, hello Jenny, come on in and close the door, she's waiting for you mum, now I don't want to hear another word, because if I do, I will cut you off from Garth!"

Jenny looked at her daughter as if she had been hit with a 4X2, she held the look for a short while, and then she nodded her lovely head. The mirror image that was her daughter smiled back. Jenny drew a breath to speak; Carol held up her hand, "not one word mum, not one word, now go or else!" Garth was in heaven, he had his wife, he had her mother, and maybe one day he might regain Heather too.