0 comments/ 22069 views/ 7 favorites Lilac's 18yo Friend: Moniqua Chats By: NonStopFunGuy After two decades of chatting with horny women on the Internet, the best orgasms I ever had occurred just this past summer. I had three intense, almost painful ejaculations from the hottest, sluttiest girl I'd ever met, online or in person -- a petite, pretty black 18 year old named Moniqua. Wow, could that chick take a big cock into her tiny pink pussy! Let's be clear about a few things. If you don't like hearing about older white guys banging teenagers -- this girl was still had a year of high school left -- or hearing about white guys hooking up with black females, then, stop reading this. And, this is important -- this story isn't about me. I mean, I'm in the story, but I didn't get to fuck Moniqua. I'll just be brutally honest. I'm kind of fat, if I had one more package of Fudge Stripes for dinner (again), I'd probably top 300 pounds. And my dick is only about five and a half inches long. The thing is, I bet I'm pretty much like most of the guys on the Internet, not good lookin' enough to get attention from regular females. So we troll the Internet because we can use our words and minds to excite women, and the fact that some of us are pretty repulsive doesn't really make any difference. Of course, I cursed the advent of webcams, so most females now want to see what I look like, and masturbate together. When I say I don't have one, women take that to mean, "you don't want to see what I look like." Of course, when women tell me the same thing, I assume they are lying about having a 36D-24-34 body. Well, Moniqua was a little different. Perhaps a bit naive and inexperienced, and also being extremely horny, my evening "with" Moniqua was unlike any other night I'd had with a female from the Internet. She made me cum so hard, it almost doesn't matter that I wasn't the one stretching out her teen cunt in person. If this sounds disappointing to you, or if you hate me because I'm just a fatso who only watches sexy girls get fucked, then just stop reading this. But let me wager a guess: Most of you guys reading this would actually trade places with me, if you could have an evening on the Internet like this. Yeah, you know you would. Because, after all, it's like custom-made porn, just for our personal amusement! And who can say no to that? * * * * * I'm sort of a glutten for punishment. While normally I find female chatpartners (or guys convincingly pretending to be females) on nationwide or worldwide chat rooms like Literotica's or Yahoo, sometimes I go into a website that is run by a local business. It pretty much only has chatters who live in our metropolitan area, and surrounding counties. We're on the East Coast of the USA, and there are lots of horny people in the several-million person population around here. Mostly males, but enough females to keep things interesting. I don't know why I go into these chatrooms for local people, it's not like I expect to hook up with anyone in person. The only women who'd probably want to fuck me are ugly sluts who can't get any attention from men in their lives, and frankly, I don't get interested in them. I like hot women, especially younger women. I'm 38 and prefer to watch porn with girls under 24. I know I'm being a hypocrit, but it's just the way I'm wired. I suspect most males are like me. Blame Hollywood and Madison Avenue, if you must. This one evening in the summer, I logged into my computer after another lonely dinner in my apartment. Really, I rushed through the meal because I couldn't wait to get online, and see if any of my playmates were available. It's my social life, I have to admit, although most of the women live hundreds or thousands of miles away, don't really know the real me, and would probably not care if I suddenly dropped dead -- I mean, none of them had their lives orbiting mine. That's okay, all of this online stuff is just for fun anyway, right? It was around 8 pm, something like that, on a very hot summer day, but it was still bright outside with sunset another hour away. So it didn't feel like nighttime. None of my usual chat friends were online, so I went searching for entertainment. Again, being the glutten that I am, I checked into the "GetHookedHere" website, which is almost entirely people in our local area. That's when I "met" Moniqua, and by "met" I mean, saw her in a chatroom. Her profile said she was "proud 2b black!" and her age was "old enuf but 2yung2," both of which intrigued me. So instead of one of my usual opening lines (I have a bunch of canned one-liners designed to get female attention), I said something personal to her in a private message. I can't even recall what it was. But for whatever reason, the girl responded to me. Over the course of the next half hour, I found myself chatting with Moniqua and about a dozen or so other chatters in this one room. The banter was, as usual, very sexual, but people have different objectives. Some are there to get off online, some just to kill time. Moniqua was joking around with everyone, allowing herself to be teased that she was only 18 years old, but she would tease back all of the "old folks" in the room. She teased me, I teased her, all in front of the other chatters. She wasn't responding to my personal messages much, except time to time. Sitting at my computer in just underwear and a t-shirt, I probably could have been using my time more wisely. I wasn't really pursuing her, because she wasn't exactly responding to my implied solicitations for her private attention. I wasn't really pursuing anyone in particular, but you know how it is in a chatroom -- once you're in, you just sit there and play along, until it gets too boring. This room wasn't ever really boring, lots of funny people were there making risque conversation, so I remained in the room. Monique did seem to be playing off of one guy a lot, however -- I can't remember his handle, but his real name (or what he said was his real name) was Quade. Someone around my age, I got the feeling. He was pretty good with quips and one-liners, and the 18 year old chatter looked like she was always responding to him. Sexual jokes, mostly, of all variety. Moniqua had let on that she had a well-hung boyfriend who was "very" satisfying to her, so if anything, I didn't get the feeling she was there looking for a hook-up. That changed about 9:30, or so, when Monique responded privately to me, about ten or fifteen minutes after I had sent her my last private message. She was going to create a locked room, did I want to join her and a couple other guys for some conversation? Dang, I made the cut! I assumed the girl was interested in an online gangbang, so of course I said yes. My small cock thickened, assuming I was going to get some cybersex action. That wasn't quite Moniqua's intention. Instead, I was brought into a locked (private) chatroom with her, this guy Quade, and some other male chatter. Moniqua immediately announced to us all: Her mom just left home for her overnight shift, so she was "all alone" at home to "play." And by "play," she meant, get much more personal with male chatters in the area -- although not through cybersex. She was interviewing us -- seriously! Moniqua wanted to hear about us in detail, and see our pictures. Now, I have close-up photos of my cock, which I would share when asked, but I know no female would have a burst of orgasms from those pictures. Still, I posted the link to them. Quade, too, posted a link to his online picture folder, and out of curiosity I went to look. SHIT! The guy was a fucking stud -- and I'm in no way gay, but I can admit the facts. A white guy like me, he was six foot something, fit and trim, with a fucking awesome erection, it had to be nine inches long. He had light blonde curles on his powerful, athletic chest -- not muscular or ripped, but not a flab of fat on him -- with broad shoulders, a goati on his strong jaw, short-cropped blonde hair, and muscular thighs. But he was proud of his penis, as the many photographs of it attested. Thick as a fist at the base, with bulging veins on the nine-inch shaft, and shaved to show off his fat, meaty balls. The sort of tool that women drool over. Yeah, there was no way the four pictures of my small dick could compare to the dozens and dozens of photographs of Quade in various states of dress and undress, including the photographs of himself jerking off, and coating his body in gallons of his semen. Dude came in buckets, it seemed. Fulfilling a promise to us, Moniqua then shared with us her photographs, by email. My dick grew twice as hard when I saw them. She was a very short, skinny, gorgeous black girl. Her skin was dark chocolate, almost so dark that it was tough seeing contours on her face even with a bright light shining on her for the photographs. She'd taken the pictures with a webcam, so the resolution wasn't the greatest. Her jaw was triangular, she had high cheek bones, and her long black hair was braided to create cornrows on her petite scalp. She showed up a picture of herself in a bikini and in a tanktop, and she had an almost rail-thing, very skinny figure. Her breasts were not completely flat, but were definitely A-cups at most, if not smaller, which were actually perfectly proportioned on her tight ribcage. Highly personal questions were flying back and forth, so I learned quite a bit about the other chatters in the room. (I can't say much about the third guy in the room, after a point he was hardly typing anything, and soon in fact he just left the room, leaving Monique with just Quade and me.) First, Moniqua wanted to know where we lived. It turned out she was only about fifteen minutes away from me, a few exists down the Interstate (which made her even more real and much more hotter to me), while Quade lived maybe an hour from her in the oppose direction. She then peppered us with questions about ourselves. I was pretty straight-forward, saying I wasn't married, never had been engaged, lived in an apartment, and had a decent tech-industry job. Quade was married, but that particular night his wife was at her sick mother's house, so he was "playing bachelor" that evening. Moniqua demanded to know if he was a "good hubby" or if he "got around," and the proud hunk didn't hold back, admitting he was "nailing" his company's receptionist, and had met women from online for "no-strings" sex. The 18 year old then wanted to hear details. The guy was an exhibitionist, really, he quickly posted a link to another online picture folder, and there were a half-dozen photographs of him having sex with a sexy, big-titted blonde woman who looked like she was in her 20s. His dick was so big, it wouldn't fit all the way inside her furry pussy. Moniqua loved the pictures, declaring she was "close to cumming" just from looking at them. She was kidding, I think, but she meant she was definitely impressed. Meanwhile, he and I were asking her tons of questions too. She answered a few of them. Moniqua was working at an ice cream store that summer, she had a "gorgeous" boyfriend who was a 24 year old black guy with, apparently, a cock even bigger than Quade's. She lived with just her mom; her dad had left them a few years ago, and her older brother was living and working a few hours away. As to some of the more personal questions: she'd had sex with one married guy, her neighbor, some hung Latino (she said it was like an "18th birthday gift to myself"); she loved sucking cock more than being licked, but she appreciated a man with a great tongue; she liked to swallow sperm more than having it on her face; she masturbated probably three times a day, or more, if she had the chance. What a horny young lady she was! Quade was hitting up Monique to see her naked, or turn on her webcam for us. I joined the call. Yeah, let's see you naked too, touch yourself for us, we both told her. If you can believe it, she did! Five minutes later, I was staring at the girl, topless, in a window on my monitor. She opened her webcam for Quade and me. Her face was, indeed, gorgeous -- thin, pretty, with dozens of braided strands of hair bouncing around her face. With her cornrows, you could see the shape of her scalp, and it was small and petite like the rest of her. Then, almost immediately, she removed her white shirt for us, displaying her small, sexy titties. They were indeed very petite, not nearly A-cups, more like soft little sacks of flesh hanging down from her thin chest, with small but very hard nipples pointing off of them. She asked us if we thought her tits were too small, and of course, both of us white men told her she was gorgeous and extremely sexy -- and her boobies were perfect for her small body. I, at least, was serious about my answer. The girl stroked her nipples a while as we watched, then consented to standing up in front of her webcam and showing us her butt and pussy in her skin-tight panties. Wow, the shape of the girl's ass was delicious -- skinny, almost bony, so perfectly little like the rest of her. Her legs were like toothpicks, but smooth and creamy, like dark chocolate. Her pussy had to be shaved, the way she had camel toe in her super-tight, white cotton panties. Mouthwateringly sexy girl! I was rubbing my aching dick in my underwear watching her bend over for us on the webcam, and lightly rub her fingers on her pussy mound. She confirmed we both loved her body. Maybe she had a complex of some kind, because she wasn't tall, she wasn't busty, and she wasn't white. "You like black girls?" she asked, maybe three separate times. Quade said he did, and personally I just love all females, so of course I told her I did. "Mmm," the horny female typed to us perverts in the private chatroom, "so would you fuck me if you could? Fer real?" Fuck, was she really asking that? Yeah, of course I would, I typed. Expecting Quade to answer similarly, I sat back for him to take his turn typing. Only, his response never arrived. It was like, for a minute, he went silent. Then, two minutes. But, I could see in the webcam, Moniqua was still staring at her monitor, and typing things. Only, nothing was showing up in the chatroom -- nothing from her, and nothing from Quade. You know, I may be an idiot, but I'm not stupid. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the two of them were chatting with just each other, cutting me out of the conversation, in private messages! My stomach went empty, I had an envious, almost jealous reaction. Somewhat angry, too, for an instant; she invited me into the room, she should be chatting with me as well as Quade, even if he had the perfect dick and body. After a couple more lines from me in the locked room didn't draw any response, I sent Moniqua a private message myself. "Hah I can see you typing -- you chatting with him privately?" I asked her, or something to that effect. I honestly wasn't even expecting a response; in fact, if anything, I expected them to both leave the chatroom together. But the girl was very nice about it, she did response to me in the private message. "Yeah," she wrote, which didn't seem apologetic or anything, just factual. My intuition was telling me, they were talking about hooking up for real, for some real-life sex. That was incredibly arousing to me, knowing that a married guy was possibly going to cheat with this black teenage hottie after meeting her in a chatroom. It's just a sexy thought, you know? And, I wasn't taking it personally -- if she had to choose between him and me, I couldn't be mad she was choosing him. Hell, I hadn't even showed her any pictures of my face or body, so I hadn't given her much of an option, had I? Wanting to confirm my suspicions, I started asking questions around the edges, without bluntly asking the ultimate question. She was responsive to my questions, telling me her boyfriend wasn't around all week (he was coaching at some football camp in Ohio), she was going to be alone all night, and she hadn't been with her boyfriend "since last Thursday." I guess, to a sexy 18 year old female, six days without sex is an eternity. That all added up to one thing: She was looking for someone -- Quade, specifically -- to fuck her THAT EVENING! My dick was leaking precum profusely, soiling my underwear. I couldn't help myself, I butted right into her business. "So are you talking to him about fucking him tonight?" And her response made me grab my dick and stroke it through my underwear: "mmmm maybe? lol" No, I had to pull my underwear down and start jerking my dick directly, sweaty palm on hot shaft, seeing the topless hottie on her webcam, chatting to Quade about hooking up. It wasn't with me, of course, so part of me felt disappointed -- rejected, passed over. But I'd get over that, I'm a realist and a hot girl like her wasn't going to let me fuck her in person. I was probably four times her weight, almost. I'd crush her before my little penis got close to her body. No, instead, I was getting extremely aroused at the fantasy of Quade having sex with her -- and the voyeur in me wanted to thoroughly enjoy it. His dick was probably twice as big as miny anyway. "Is he coming over to your place, or you going to his?" I asked, wanting all the details. "He's coming here," she wrote. She blushed when she typed it, looking into her webcam with a guilty look on her face. Then she did apologize to me. "I'm sorry, I need to be going to get ready. I hope you're not mad." That was so, so sweet of her, she didn't need to say that. I told her I wasn't mad, and in fact, it was really turning me on. I disclosed I'm a fat guy and she probably wouldn't have wanted me to come over -- even though I'm only 15 minutes away from her. (I'm not sure why I wrote that; maybe, if there was any chance she would have let me fuck her too someday, I wanted to remind her of that point.) I told her I hoped it was as good as she hoped it would be, too. She was about to shut off her webcam and close me out of her life for the night, when I had a very playful, perverted idea. "Hey honey," I wrote, "would you mind leaving your webcam on, and letting me watch you two fuck?" You know, before I even finished typing it and hitting "send," I told myself, no fucking way she'd agree to that. Imagine my surprise at her response. "Sure!" wrote Monique, shooting me a devilish grin in the webcam, "that sound hot, you really wanna watch?" Shrugging, she then wrote, "You won't be jealous?" Thinking I'd get to watch this guy fuck the teenager, I wasn't jealous. "Nope -- girls like you don't like fat guys with small dicks anyway." Unfortunately, she confirmed the obvious. "Sorry, not really," she typed, but gave me a wink in the webcam, "but if you'd like to watch, I'd love you too." (I remember her typoing that last word; I laughed because it looked like she was agreeing that she "loved me," but of course, that's not what she was really typing.) Then, she added, "He'll be here in an hour, I need to go get ready." Shower, is what she meant. That was fine, but the IT manager in me -- that's my job -- was racing ahead, not wanting to miss any of this show. Could she put her laptop near her bed, to make sure I had a good angle? She did, just turning the laptop on her desk in her bedroom, so most of her bed was on display -- her headboard and pillows off to the right edge, white sheets solely covering the mattress, with the door of her bedroom squarely in the middle of the webcam's view on the other side of the bed. Her room, from what I could see of it, was largely unadorned -- nothing really on the walls, some clothing strewn on the floor. She was walking around wearing just her panties, it was fucking hot, her little nipples were so fucking stiff on her small boobs. She sat on the bed and even lay flat on it, confirming I could see whatever was going to happen on it. Next, I had her change the time-out settings on her computer (again, the computer geek in me coming out). I didn't want the laptop to go blank while she was busy on the bed. She said it was plugged into the wall, so the computer let her set it to "never go blank." She also had to set the webcam, too, not to time out. Lilac's 18yo Friend: Moniqua Chats "Anything else?" she typed, standing half-naked in front of the computer, completely tantalizing me. "Nope," I responded, assuming she was going off to shower. I was so excited to see the show, although I had a wait a while for it. Part of me, of course, expected something to go wrong -- no way this was actually going to happen, would it? But instead of leaving her room, she typed to me that she needed to pick out an outfit for the "date." And by "outfit," she meant, slutty lingerie to be wearing when he came over. She didn't want to meet him nude. Instead, she pulled out a couple of options from her drawer, and forcing my eyes not to stare at her pretty face and sexy nude titties, she let me choose. I selected the white lacy panties and a slinky, satiny sleeveless nightie, which was going to hug her little boobies and fell only halfway down her hips. Moniqua liked the choice, putting back the other lingerie in her drawer, then she leaned over the laptop -- her tits so sexy in front of the monitor -- and typed, "Ok I gotta shower now, c u latuh." And, with that, the petite, sexy goddess walked out of her bedroom, leaving the webcam showing an empty, quite room. Still, I stared at the image, picturing her having sex with a hung white guy, the idea was making me so fucking horny. Extremely aroused, I pulled off my underwear then even my t-shirt, so my flabby body was nude in front of my computer. I had about an hour to kill until Quade could get to her house, and I had no idea if she'd be back at her computer in the meantime. So, leaving up the window of her webcam on my monitor, I went back to the Internet. Too horny to go into a chatroom, I went to a porn website I visit frequently where guys post download links to movies. One of the first postings caught my eye -- "Amateur married bitch gangbanged on security cam." The screencaps were hot as fuck, and it was posted to Megaupload, which downloads very quickly. So I instantly snagged the movie (355MB), dropping it to my hard drive. Wow, that movie more than relieved my anxiety waiting for the sex show with Moniqua. It was a grainy, unprofessional security recording alright, from a camera posted in the upper corner of what looked like a storage room. The shelves of the storage room had various boxes but also workout materials, like free weights and racquetball materials, so I guessed it was a gym of some kind. Intrigued, before letting the video run, I Google'd the video's title. I found a description of it, and it tittilated me even more. The video was indeed taken from a gym's storage room, and it recorded a married woman named Melanie Steinbaum having impromptu sex with four guys, including an employee of the gym. The stories said the guy got fired as a result of the video, but even more excitingly, the video went "viral" and the woman's husband, Mike Steinbaum, saw it and immediately filed for divorce. That's a pretty salacious detail, isn't it? Another posting said the woman had done some amateur porn with a website about married women, under the name "Melanie Luscious." She was luscious, alright. Brunette, petite body, awesome C-cup tits, very pretty Jewish face. She was with four muscular studs from the gym, ranging in ages it looked like from 20s to 40s, and they just used the fuck out of the bitch. She let them do it all to her -- fuck her throat, cum on her face, screw her on her back and doggy-style. She took cocks simultaneously in her butt and cunt, and she had each of the guys fuck her multiple times. The video was nearly an hour long, and recorded just insanely horny sex, these four guys were sticking their big dicks in this hot bitch relentlessly. She didn't get a break, pretty much, for the entire hour. [Author's note: Read all about Melanie's experiences in the separate 12-part series, including the gangbang one day at the gym. Also, the fat narrator was wrong, Melanie was of Italian heritage; Steinbaum was her married name, which she dropped after the divorce.] I sped up through parts of the video, but watching the hot amateur porn movie killed just about an hour. By the end of that time, however, I couldn't take it -- seeing the married woman being fucked like that, and knowing her husband divorced her as a result of the video, pushed me over the edge. Jerking my penis hard, I was cumming all over myself, shooting my cream onto my hand and cock, while I watched a hard dick spewing sperm onto the married woman's sexy tits in the video. Damn, I'd just had an orgasm, and -- as I checked the webcam in Moniqua's bedroom -- the sex show with the 18 year old hadn't started yet. The bedroom was empty. So were my balls. Guys will know how this happens -- I had a change of mind. Suddenly not interested in sitting through a long wait to be followed, possibly, by Moniqua fucking Quade, I just turned my monitor off. I didn't turn off the computer, I rarely do, but I shut off the monitor to put it out of mind. Instead, it being almost 11 pm, I got up to clean off, use the toilet, and get a bite for desert. Those aforementioned Fudge Stripes, but not a whole box's worth, just a handful. The chat and webcam session with Moniqua? It seemed like old news to me, at that point. I'd had my fun for the night. The security cam video of married Melanie fucking four large dicks was, I thought at the time, the highlight of the evening. Boy, was I going to be wrong. * * * * * Twenty minutes later, I was wandering back into my living room, thinking I should shut down the computer. Honestly, only a small part of me wanted to see Monique and Quade; a better idea, I told myself, was to see nothing, because that way I couldn't be jealous of the hot sex Quade was going to get from the young slut. Seriously, what kind of 18 year old invites a married guy into her house, to her bedroom, just for sex? She had to be one extremely horny bitch to do that, didn't she? It was dangerous and stupid, frankly. But, you know, curiosity got the best of me. Standing in front of my computer in a pair of clean underwear, not sitting down at the chair but just leaning down, I pulled up the window with Moniqua's webcam view, to close it out and to get just a peek of what she might be doing. HOLY SHIT! Immediately from the very first image my eyes devoured, I had another instant change of mind. I yanked down my underwear and plopped my nude carcass in front of the computer, spreading my meaty thighs and grabbing my suddenly-engorged erection. The petite black teenager was lying on her stomach on her bed, with a massive white erection shoved in her mouth! THE SHOW WAS ALREADY UNDER WAY! She was wearing her skimpy white nightie, but from the looks of it she'd already doffed her white thong. I could see her petite, soft dark brown buttocks with nary any indication her thong was still on; the nightie was completely off of her butt, bunched over the small of her back, so her sexy little ass was perfectly displayed as she lay there. She had her face near the side edge of her bed, leaning forward with her arms crossed beneath her small chest. Standing next to her bed was the middle-aged white stud, looking totally nude, his flat, hairy chest and naked hips at the left edge of the webcam's view. And his enormous, fully-engorged, nine-inch, married erection was stretching open the girl's teenage mouth! She was sucking it lovingly, her lips swallowing the fat helmet then sliding forward, taking maybe three or four inches of his enormous shaft into her mouth, maybe to the back of her throat. I saw her jaw stretch downward, her thin cheeks sucked inwards like she was creating a vacuum effect inside her mouth. Her brown eyes were half-closed, her eyeballs rolling in her head, sometimes looking up at the stud's face as she sucked his penis. When she pulled her head back, I could see the length of Quade's penis. I mean, I'm not gay, but I have to say -- I sure wish I had a cock like that. Fat as a pole at the base, and it seemed to be longer than a penis really needed to be. No way could a woman take all that inside a pussy! Damn, that was a big dick. Moniqua was enjoying every bit of it, licking down the long shaft with her very pink tongue, pressing the swollen, pulsating shaft against her bony cheeks while exploring his length with her lips and tongue. Suddenly, the view of the camera was blocked by a hand -- the guy's hand. He was pointing to the half-naked girl lying in front of him, then his hand turned and he flashed the thumbs-up sign, directly in front of the webcam. Obviously, she told him I'd be watching; and equally obviously, he had no problem with it. He was showing off -- as if to say to me, look what I get to fuck, I'm doing pretty good for myself, aren't I? A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I quickly opened the chatroom where I'd been with Moniqua. Indeed, she and I were both still logged into it. So, while the girl and her new lover weren't close to her keyboard, at least they might be able to see what I wrote. What to say? A million thoughts crossed my mind. I selected one of the largest fonts I could, to be sure they could read it a few feet away from her computer, and I wrote, "Dude you are so lucky, she loves your big prick!" It made me hard, knowing I could talk to him, in a way, while she was sucking his cock. In response, the guy gave me a second thumbs-up in front of the camera, then his hand make the "OK" symbol, his finger and thumb making a circle, his other three fingers sticking upright. Sitting back on my comfortable computer chair, I slowly stroked my very hard boner, watching the black teenager sucking the middle-aged stud's big, fat penis. Her long, braided hair spilled around her small skull, as she bobbed her pretty face back and forth, sliding her lips up and down the top half of his cockshaft. No way she could swallow even half of his prick; she'd get, what, four and a half or five inches deep, her eyeballs growing wide at that -- maybe he was in her throat -- but then she'd have to pull back, licking clear streams of liquid off of his cockhead. Meanwhile, the stud was reaching down her body, squeezing her very sexy, naked buttcheeks, back and forth, fondling her soft fleshy rolls, groping that perfect young ass. At his direction, Monique rolled onto her back -- what a lovely sight. Spreading her skinny dark thighs, I saw that, indeed, she had removed her thong; her vagina was clean-shaven, glistening wet, and looking very pink even on the grainy, mostly-gray video image. Her little breasts poked small hills in her nightie, making two small bumps where her hard little nipples were. Moniqua's head was over the edge of her bed, angled downward a little bit, so as Quade leaned his hips forward, his massive erection rubbed against her face. He reached down, his hand now touching the girl's nude vagina, rubbing her glistening-wet clitoris with two fingers. She spread her legs to both sides, giving him access to her cunt, while her mouth found his cockhead again and began swallowing it. It was like watching a hot porn movie, but even better -- I knew who the two of them were, I knew they just met that evening and he was cheating on his absent wife to fuck a horny 18 year old. It was insanely hot to me, even though she passed over me to invite him. No way could I make her as wet as this hung, fit stud was doing. "Mmm suck that big cock!" I typed to Moniqua, hoping she'd see it on her screen. A moment later her eyes rolled sideways, looking at her computer; I think Quade must have seen what I wrote and told her about it. The black teen smiled, and she leaned her face backwards, falling off the bed, opening her jaw more. Now Quade could stick his dick into her mouth a bit deeper, and I even saw her skinny little neck expand. The hot slut was deep-throating him, letting him use her mouth like a pussy! Meanwhile, he was sticking a couple of fingers into her vagina -- just a knuckle or two deep, bending his fingers while his thumb rubbed her clitoris, then he stiffened his fingers and fucked her a bit deeper. The young woman arched her back, spreading as wide as she could, undulating her skinny hips while getting finger-fucked, and holding her breath to suck Quade's dick into her mouth and throat. There was no sound through her webcam, but I could imagine her moaning in satisfaction, letting the hot stud slide his huge penis back and forth, fucking her skull, stretching her jaw then her throat muscles. His other hand reached down, too, playing with her small tits through her nightie. There wasn't much nightie there, and he peeled down one side off of her slim shoulder, exposing most of her little boobie and her dark brown aereola, pinching and rubbing it, while continuing to finger-fuck her teen vagina. The girl looked so fucking small underneath his big, strong arms; there was no way she was five foot tall, I bet she was four foot ten, at most. Just a short, skinny, sexy little "thang." Moniqua pulled her hands up to his penis, wrapping both of her small hands and dark fingers around his balls and the fat base of his cock. She was trying to control his thrusting, slowing him down, and preventing him from going too deep. I saw her chest convulsing, she was breathing hard in between plunges of his dick into her skinny throat. Clear juices were all over her face and his cockshaft, dripping down her closed eyelids and forehead, even dripping into her small nostrils. Panting hard, gasping even, she was working his massive penis with her mouth, slobbering all over it while she licked and sucked it, and he stuck it in and out of her mouth and throat, over and over. His fingers were slimy with her wet cuntjuices, and he a few times pulled them out of her pussy just to rub those juices on her nipple. Yanking her nightie hard, looking like he even ripped it, he had both of her tits exposed now, so his hands could cup and grope both of them, and his fingers pinched and tugged her nipples hard. The girl's slim body was writhing around underneath him, arching upwards while he toyed with her tits, then spreading wide and thrashing violently on the bed each time he stuck his two fingers back deep inside her high school cunt. I couldn't help myself. Watching his huge boner in her throat, and seeing him man-handle her little body? I was jerking my small dick furiously, and within a couple of minutes, I was spewing all over myself again, cumming hard from the incredibly sexy blowjob and finger-fucking I was watching remotely. Sometimes, when I'm exceedingly horny watching a porn movie or engaged in particularly good cybersex, I'd keep jerking off or chatting even after I orgasm. This was one of those nights. While I had my own sperm all over my hand, cock and stomach, I wasn't going anywhere. I just sat there, mesmorized at the hot show. With my eyes glued to Quade's fingers disappearing into her cunt, I typed the thought on my mind: "I bet she has a great pussy, can you turn her so I can see it?" The stud fucking the girl was becoming my partner in crime -- as much as I loved watching him fuck Moniqua, he was loving showing off. With his massive penis still stretching out her mouth at the edge of the bed, he moved her hips towards the camera, so as she kept her knees spread, I could now see her wet pussy directly. It was bald, soft, extremely pink, and gushing wet -- sloppy, was the word that came to mind. While showing off her cunt, Quade wrapped a hand behind her head, keeping her facial lips planted around his dripping-wet penis, sliding it over her tongue inside her mouth. Damn, she was hot, I muttered to myself, watching the little black teen sucking that man's prick. Monique suddenly stopped sucking him, sitting upright for a moment to rip off her nightie. Now she was nude, too, and I saw again her little drooping titties, with her hard nipples. Sitting on her bed, she looked up to her new lover, and he leaned down, and the married guy started making out with her -- hard, with lots of tongue, a long-lasting French kiss. I thought to myself, just how hot is that? He was married, he only just met her online a couple of hours earlier or so, and now they were making out like boyfriend and girlfriend. So much for his marital vows, huh? So fucking hot! He broke the kiss, bending way forward while the teenage girl remained leaning upright, her hands behind herself. He put his face over her chest, and began licking one of her small boobies, his tongue running circles around her nipple. Her small head fell back, spilling her braided hair backwards, as she pushed her chest to his mouth invitingly. She even rotated her skinny shoulders, offering her other boob to his mouth, and he took it, swalling her second breast now, munching and suckling it. I saw her moan -- her lips made that shape, she let out a breath -- as the stud worked his lips and tongue back and forth between her two titties, leaving his saliva all over them. Having devoured her little teenage breasts for a few minutes, Quade then leaned up, now kneeling on the edge of the bed, and he pushed Moniqua's face back towards his penis. She eagerly resumed her sloppy blowjob, wrapping her petite hand around the thick base of his shaft, and with her eyes looking up at his face her lips swallowed his peckerhead. The girl was working hard, pumping both her hand on the shaft and her mouth on the top half of his penis, layering his penis with loads of saliva, spreading it around with her lips and fist. Quade's ass clenched, he began pumping his pelvis too, back and forth, fucking her fist and mouth. With one hand on his own hip, his other hand brushed back her long braids, making sure I had a good view of the messy, frenetic blowjob. "She sucks cock so good," I typed to them, "dude are you gonna cum on her face?" In response, Quade gave me a thumbs-up. He wrapped a hand around her skull, gripping her braided hair, and began yanking her face back and forth on his cock. He was really going deep, making her cough and convulve a little, but she just let him do it, putting her hands on his meaty, powerful thighs. The guy was fucking her throat, smashing into her head, then pulling out and doing it again. Clear drool was dripping out of her thin lips, down her chin and his legs. Furiously fucking her back and forth, using her mouth as a fuck hole, Quade pumped that meat into the bitch faster and faster, deeper, getting closer to cumming. Finally, he pulled out at the last moment, gripping his dick with his free hand and pointing it at Monique's pretty face. Within moments, her forehead and high cheeks were streaked with his white-hot sperm, flooding over her face. She closed her eyes and winced, allowing him to cum on her skin a few times, before she just put her open mouth over his cockhead and took his jism into her mouth. Quade finished unloading his first orgasm of the night into Moniqua's throat. Myself, I was jerking off madly, watching him cream the girl's pretty face, turning this black teenager in a white married man's cum bucket. Monique crawled backwards into the middle of the bed, lying flat, spreading her knees open. Quade crawled after her, leaning down and putting his face into her crotch. She was lying sideways to the bed, so I couldn't see the cunnilingus directly, but there was no question his tongue was on her teen pussy. Moniqua began panting, looking down her small body at the stud's face between her opened thighs, watching him pump that tongue over her wet cunt. She was pinching her nipples as he did, and also licking the dripping sperm off of her lips. The teenager reached to her face, wiping his cum from her eyelids and eyebrows, licking her fingers clean then -- eating more of that white cumsauce. A few times, she wiped her face, licking her fingers clean while the stud was licking her vagina. Lilac's 18yo Friend: Moniqua Chats Then, her orgasm hit. Without warning, she flopped entirely on her back, her hands falling to her sides and gripping her white bedsheets. I could see her face contorting, jaw trembling, eyes rolling. Her body stiffened, her knees bent up more, and she began cumming. Reading her lips, I could see her yelp, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," while she spasmed and thrust her pelvis against his face. The guy kept licking her twat through her orgasm, he must have been driving his middle-aged tongue so deep into her 18 year old pussy. Moniqua grabbed her bedsheets more, undulating her slim black hips, feeling herself get eaten over and over. Again she must have had an orgasm, then a few minutes later a third one. He was driving her insane. I could read her lips again quite easily: "Fuck me, fuck me!" The white guy with the 9 inch cock wasn't going to refuse that demand. As he crawled over her body, I could see that his penis was its full self, all 9 inches completely erect, undoubtedly aching for some black teen cunt. He mounted her, lying over her little body, and she disappeared from my sight. The webcam's view squarely presented his backside and ass, lying over her, while her skinny, short legs stuck out from around his pelvis, bending to press her small ankles into his muscular, hairy ass. Her small hands slipped around his waist, holding onto him. With a few thrusts, he was already driving his penis into her pussy -- the married man and the horny high school student were doing the dirty deed right on her bed, not even three or four hours after they met online, I think. It was so fucking hot! I swear, the fucking bed was shaking. I could see the mattress rocking, quaking from the power that Quade was driving his dick into Moniqua's pussy. I couldn't see the sex at that moment, just his nude body continuing to lay on top of hers, thrusting back and forth, undoubtedly plunging that penis as deep as he could into her teenage pussy. I saw her feet slide up, going over his shoulders, and when he leaned over her she was being bent backwards, it seemed. Her ass came off her bed, but I could see just his ass and thighs, still pounding back and forth, fucking her mercilessly. My penis was so hard, watching the sex. I wished I could be participating more -- not necessarily fucking her (I wouldn't want to sorely disappoint her), but maybe be there and interact more. So with some sperm covering my hand, I reached to my keyboard and typed to her, "If you love his cock inside you, gimme a thumbs up?" Well, ten or fifteen seconds later, with barely any of her body visible while he lay over her, I saw the teenager reach to her side and give me a thumbs-up sight. Yes, she loved his cock inside him. Being able to type to them and get a response made this the best sex I'd ever watched. Testing my powers, I now typed to Quade, turn her sideways to the webcam so I can see better. I wasn't sure he'd respond to that, but I hoped he would want to show off. Turns out, I was right. A few moments later, Quade had her rotate a quarter around, so she was lying sideways to the webcam, her feet to the left and head to my right. Quade was still on top of her, really giving her as much of his huge penis as he could -- and I got to see it, what a view! Moniqua's hands wrapped underneath both of her knees, pulling herself wide open for her new lover, while Quade remained leaning on top of her, arms straight, hands surrounding her thin torso and petite titties. He was literally cramming most of his nine inches of meat into her pink, gushing wet pussy -- pumping it back and forth, each time shoving maybe seven inches inside the young slut. It was painful to her, I could see her mouth open and trembling, her cheat heaving as she tried to breath during the intense fucking. She let go of her knees and put her hands flat on his firm, sweaty abdomen, feeling his body rippling as he fucked her. It was like watching two professional fuckers. Quade was just endlessly deep-dicking her, screwing her teen cunt with that enormously long, thick penis, making it glisten with her cuntjuices. The youngster must have been having orgasms, she was gripping the bedsheets again, laying back, sucking air into her gaping-open mouth. I found myself smiling, happy for the girl that she was getting it so good. "On a scale of 1 to 5," I wrote her, "how good is his sex?" Her response made me laugh. She held up BOTH hand, showing me a score of 10 on a scale of 1 to 5. He was, apparently, as good a fuck as he looked. Then I asked him a question, through her. "Moniqua - ask Quade how tight your pussy is -- a 5 means its the tightest he's ever fucked?" After a pause, her hand -- just one -- went up again. She flashed all five fingers! Damn, he was jamming his dick into a vice-like grip! To demonstrate the point, with his back to the webcam, Quade raised his hand, encircling his thumb around his bent pointer finger, forming an extremely tight, small hole. That's how tight she was, he was telling me -- incredibly tight. Lucky bastard, not only did he have a penis twice as big as mine, he was getting to fuck that tight teen cunt! Quade decided to change positions. He climbed off of her, and rolled onto his back on her bed -- with his feet facing the webcam, his gorgeous, huge penis pointing to the ceiling. The small teenager climbed on him, and seriously, her body looked so small and frail on his poweful physique; she really had to spread her thin thighs wide, to straddle him. I watched her small little butt hover over his dick, while he aimed it at her hole, then she sat down -- and her cunt swallowed up some of his penis into her. She shifted herself, her feet flat on the bedsheets so she was really squatting on him and not sitting, leaning forward with her hands on his firm chest. Man, she was tiny -- not a drop of fat on her young body! Then, she began humping him, bouncing her slim ass and hips up and down, sliding her cunt up and down his cock. As she lowered herself on it, she got maybe six inches into herself, then she'd rise up to the top so only his cockhead was still inside her. She sat back down, her ass nearing his balls, and more of that dick drove up into Moniqua's pussy. I watched her little black ass rising and falling, seeing his balls underneath, knowing his cock was in her cunt so deep. But I wanted to see more, and I got up the courage to ask. "Lemme see her reverse cowgirl," I wrote Quade, "so I can see your big dick inside her." My buddy did as I wanted, spinning the high school senior-to-be around 180 degrees, so her frontside was facing the webcam. Now, as she leaned back, sweating profusely, and spread her thin, creamy thighs, I vividly saw his penis inside her cunt, stretching it open, her cuntlips tight against his ribbed shaft. She leaned way back, her hands behind herself on his chest, and she began fuck him hard riding backwards. I watched that long penis disappear deep into her, then pull down, over and over. Her beaded hairs were bouncing around her small skull, her little tits almost flat on her chest as she rode him. Quade reached over her petite hips, sliding a hand towards her twat, and his finger began grinding on her clitoris while she fucked him. That pressure on her clit made her face growl in pain, she began gasping for air and wailing, and I could see her approaching a cum. Suddenly her hand replaced his against her clitoris, she masturbated herself while riding Quade's penis, and she was having more orgasms, squirting juices over his cock while driving up and down on it. Watching Moniqua sitting backwards on him, having orgasms? Yeah, that got me too. My dick in my fist began spuring again too, my third cum of the night, and the second while watching her. After her own climax subsided, the petite black hottie rotated herself around again, to straddle him with her back to the webcam. Her knees were on the bed, her thighs spread open; I saw her ass lower, taking as much of Quade's penis into her warm twat as could fit. Her lover, however, must have wanted me to have a good view, so keeping Moniqua on top of himself, he spun the both of them around 180 degrees also. Now his head was in the direction of the webcam, and she was sitting on top of him with her face and tits facing the webcam too. Her dark brown skin was glistening in her bedroom's lights, she was sweating profusely. Her groin was lathered in juices, she'd been cumming so much. Leaning forward with her hands on the bed, she began humping him now, riding up and down. The thickness of his huge penis contrast to her very short, skinny body -- seriously, his cock looked half as thick as she was. Moniqua was using a lot of energy, energetically fucking him, moving her little frame up and down. His big hands reached to her chest, groping her little sweaty titties. They looked so good, the petite black teen and the married white stud. The white stud pulled her down a bit, arching his body, so he could start licking her tits again while she kept fucking him. Moniqua's face scowled, her eyes rolled, she loved the feeling. He was really biting her nipples, I think, driving her nuts; she was pumping her small body with unbridled abandon, smashing her hips backwards onto his penis. The tit-sucking from the married stud was making her orgasm, I think, while she was riding him. Quade reached to her head, pulling her skull down, and they began making out while the fucked. I watched him hold her hips firmly, keeping her body still above his, and now he began doing all the work -- ramming his dick faster and harder underneath her, pounding upwards into her. I could see her little body shaking, getting pounding by his superior weight and strength, thrusting that swollen boner deep into her tight hole. The girl looked upwards -- not at the webcam in front of her on the desk, but at nothing, her eyes were rolling, her lips trembling, her jaw open to suck in air. She was wincing, enduring a very physical, very deep fucking that must have felt incredibly good. The look on her face, she must have been having another orgasm, just from the thickness of his cock stretching her out, and the depths into her tight teen cunt it was drilling. Her eyes looked towards the monitor, and I couldn't resist typing something to her. "You're fucking beautiful," I wrote quickly, "you two make a great couple -- his wife would be so jealous!" It really tickled me, knowing the stud was cheating on a wife to fuck the hot young woman. The gorgeous black teenager grinned at me, a toothy white smile crossing her face, as she brushed back her braided black hair. She mumbled something, I think reading my message to Quade, and the guy lifted a hand to give me another thumbs-up sign. I watched Monique ride Quade's cock a few more minutes, then she changed positions again. Ah, yes, time for fucking doggy-style! The girl was really fucking small on her fours; with her small, bony ass in the air, and leaning forward on her elbows, she looked incredibly tiny in front of the muscular, athletic white male. Quade's hairy body, with that enormous penis jutting out of his flat abdomen, looked so strong, and she looked frail. Her face was almost worried, but it was sheer lust inside her; I could see her mouth mutter, "Fuck me." The guy grabbed her slim waist, holding her firmly, and slipped his dick into her cunt from the backside. That fat pole made her wince more, she gripped the bedsheets, and began rocking herself backwards against him. They were instantly fucking hard, banging into each other, her small ass rippling from each impact. He was fucking destroying her, pounding his huge, fat erection inside her tight vagina over and over. You could almost see her being ripped open, the way her jaw trembled from the fucking. Her small titties dangled under her thin chest. Moniqua reached beneath herself with one hand, rubbing her clitoris again, giving herself even more stimulation while he fucked her from the backside. Quade smacked her small ass a few times, apparently she loved it, her head was down and her hand pumping furiously on her clitoris. She was having orgasms again, I could see her shaking and stiffening. But soon, he was the one cumming. I knew what was happening, he was drilling deep inside her, holding his cock inside, and pounding her down on his prick. Quade was unloading his married seed deep in the teenager's vagina, wasn't he? I didn't even need to ask, I typed, "Yeah dude, fill the girl, cum deep in her!" Once again, he gave me a thumbs-up, as if so say, mission accomplished. The two fuckers collapsed on the bed in each other's arms, Quade on top of her, kissing madly. They were brand new lovers in that post-orgasmic bliss. Me? I went to pee. Shit, I really had to unload. After cleaning up myself a bit too, I got back to my computer a few minutes later, and the two were still making out on Moniqua's bed, while her feminine, dark hand was wrapped around his swollen, reddened boner, stroking him back to full hardness. Shit, this guy had some stamina! As soon as I sat down, I typed, "Gonna fuck her again man?" I saw Quade look at the webcam, grin when he saw that, and he shrugged with a smile -- as if to say, well, if you insist. Quade rolled on top of Moniqua, and I lip-read the black teenager to say, "Fuck me baby fuck me." She loved that big dick so much, didn't she? Moniqua spread her legs open for him, the age-old moment of a woman giving herself to a man. Her head was back on a pillow, she looked quite comfortable. Leaning forward on his bent arms, elbows at her sides, Quade mounted the bitch and rammed his dick forward again, sinking it into her cunt. Her small hands slipped down his body to clutch his ass, pulling him inside her all the way, and they began a nice rhythmic fucking -- not animal, but steady, a relentless driving of his penis into her vagina. Meanwhile, Quade started kissing the side of her neck and earlobe, until they were lip-locked in another french kiss again while fucking. The sensuous fucking, over the course of fifteen minutes, turned much more carnal and frenetic. Quade ended up towering above her, his arms straight, staring down at her petite body, while she stared up at his face and also at his penis entering her cunt between those spread-open thighs. She looked lovingly at him, really satisfied and happy -- this is what she wanted for the night, a hot stud to fill her and make her feel like a woman, really fuck her madly. Moniqua was getting all of that, over and over. That cock ravaged her teen pussy, in and out, over and over, hundreds and thousands of times. Shoving his erection into the back of her twat, Quade drove the girl to more orgasms, undoubtedly staining her bedsheets with another torrent of cunt juices. He was like a machine, fucking her brilliantly. Meanwhile, little old me was watching it all, jerking off still, loving this like a porn movie. I was actually really impressed with Quade -- damn, the dude sure could fuck well! She made a great choice to bring him to her bedroom, he was giving it to her way better than I could. Still, I wanted to feel like I had a small role in this. I typed to him another thought: "Fuck her ass, see if she likes it?" He laughed and nodded. Quade rolled Monique onto her tummy on the bed, her tits flat on it, and lifted her small ass a few inches. Spreading her knees wide, he aimed his dick at her other hole, and then he shoved forward. I could see the girl's head jerk upward, and she must have let out one loud shriek -- her mouth opened, her eyes rolled, she was bellowing, feeling that fat adult penis moving into her tight butt. He was staring down, watching himself fuck her ass, while she reached back to pry apart her asscheeks. I don't know if he got that huge penis all that deep in her butthole, but he continued to press forward, shoving what he could into her little hole. His body was smashing her into the bed, thrusting more meat into her poop hole. I couldn't see the assfucking, but I'm sure it would have looked great. "Damn that big dick must be tight in her little ass!" I wrote. When Quade saw the message on her computer screen, he laughed and nodded, and I got another thumbs-up "OK" from him. This was making me feel very perverted, watching him use the girl's ass at my request. I was getting a little out of control. "Make her suck your dick now," I typed quickly, "ass to mouth!" To me, that's really degrading, making a woman lick a cock right after it pulled out of her own butthole. A slut that does that is truly a lover of hot sex. Was Moniqua such a girl? Oh, yes she was! Quade pulled out of her ass, rolled her onto her back, and offered his penis to her mouth. She took it, several inches of it, staring up at his face, letting him watch her taste her own asshole on his prick! She licked and sucked it, cleaning off the flavors of her own butt on his prick. Think that was degrading? "Okay dude," I wrote, "make her lick your asshole!" Shit, she did! He crawled more over her face, straddling her over the pillow, lowering his pelvis to her mouth. I couldn't see it, but I'm sure from where he was positioned, the teenager's pink tongue was rolling around his anus, tasting that nasty man-hole. He didn't have her do it long, just a minute or so, enough to prove she was really one hot, nasty slut. Well, enough of my perverted ideas. Quade laid on his back again, once again his feet facing the webcam, and he had Moniqua sit reverse-cowgirl on his prick. Once again, I got to see the sight of her tight, pink, sloppy vagina sliding on his pole, swallowing it each time, while she sucked in air, tearing in the corners of her eyes, her small black body fucking him with whatever energy she had left. "You look so good fucking him," I typed to her, "you must LOVE that you invited him over!" As I typed it, I lusted at the thought. Wow, an 18 year old girl at home, alone, wanting to be fucked -- and she got just what she wanted, probably better than she ever could have imagined. She continued to ride him in front of the webcam for me, her petite body sliding up and down his fat pole for a few minutes, before something happened that I didn't expect. Moniqua climbed off of Quade, and I saw her small nude body -- drenched with sweat -- crawl towards the webcam and her laptop. The camera shook, and she carried it with her back to the bed. Then she deposited the laptop on the bed, between Quade's spread-open, hairy thighs, and I was looking at a close-up of his huge penis and fat balls. Suddenly Moniqua sat down on him backwards again, and my computer monitor was filled with the image of her teen cunt sliding down on his enormous dick. "That looks so hot!" I typed, letting her know I loved the close-up. By putting the laptop right in front of herself, Moniqua could reach the keyboard. For the first time since she'd brought Quade to her house, she wrote me back. "Are you jerking of watching us fuck?" she asked me. I snickered as I quickly pounded out my response. "I yes I am, you are so amazingly fucking hot, don't you love his cock in you?" The image of the guy's dick sticking up into her cunt was replaced, momentarily, with her hands and arms as she typed back to me. "I LOVE his cock its huge and LASTS!!!!!!!" She didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. I was so horny from watching their sex, I wanted to know it was the best she'd ever had. "Better sex than your hung bf?" Moniqua made me giggle with her politically correct answer. "Mmmmaybe!" This was a great ddition to the night, having her type back to me while she was fucking him. It was like an interview, or question and answer session, while she rode that stud. For my next question, I wrote, "Does it make you hotter knowing he's married and cheating on his wife?" Lilac's 18yo Friend: Moniqua Chats "YES," the horny teenager wrote quickly. She was really turning me on, my thrice-spent dick was really swollen hard again, this was a record for being so turned on. "And," I asked next, "does it make you hot knowing I'm watching you fuck?" Moniqua sure knew how to make me smile, whether she intended to or not. "Very hot!" Then, unsolicited, she said something that she must have been thinking. "I think I got a new BF, wot do u think?" New boyfriend, huh, and a married one? The way he could fuck her, I couldn't blame her for wanting to be his mistress. "I think you two make a hot couple," I said, repeating myself from earlier. That marked the end of our chat for the night. She must have leaned back on him, because the webcam showed me just that closeup of his concrete penis jamming upwards, into her tight pink vagina, with juices dripping all over her thighs and his shaft and balls. He was bouncing her, gyrating his pelvis up and down, making her small cunt pump on his shaft from the tip to over halfway down the base, then up, then down, over and over. I saw her small black fingers on her clitoris, grinding herself, frigging herself to another climax I was sure. He kept fucking her, more and more, she was riding him relentlessly, maybe another good ten minutes or something. The black bitch turned around, so she was stradding him facing him, and now I was watching his penis jutting into her cunt, underneath her small, sexy little butt. Quade's big hands surrounded her buttocks, groping those small little tushies, while she pumped her cunt on his penis. Fuck, these two lovers were really going at it! Where did they get the energy? Over, and over, and over they continued to fuck each other, that sexy teenager pushing her tiny body downwards as much as she could, cramming as much of his awesome dick into her twat as would fit. Unexpectedly, the two nude fuckers disappeared from the screen, for a few moments. I wasn't sure if that was the end of my voyeuristic adventure for the night; but it wasn't. Quade spun the laptop around and repositioned it, and now I saw Moniqua lying on her back on her bed, but her ass was over the bottom corner of her bed. The white hunk was standing on her floor in front of her, reaching for her ankles and spreading back the young woman's toothpick-thin legs. She had a surprised look on her face, but anxious for more fucking. My eyes fixated on the sight of his manly prick, all proud 9 inches, moving towards her twat as it hung virtually in mid-air off the corner of the bed. "FUCK THAT CUNT!" I typed, horny myself to see him jam her again. Quade didn't need any encouragement from me, rubbing his bulbous peckerhead on her juicy wet pussylips, then popping it back inside her twat. I typed, "FUCK HER!" helping me feel a part of it. The sexy teen's little back arched, shoving her small breasts to her ceiling; and her braided head turned backwards, her eyes clenching shut, and her jaw opened all the way. She was screaming, I could see that; she was feeling that humongous penis so very, very, very deep in her small vagina. Standing freeling between her spread-open thighs, Quade had essentially an unobstructed path to the back of her cunt -- as much cock as that young lady could take, he was now giving her. I couldn't see his off-camera face, but his arms were straining as were his butt muscles, and he kept his fists gripped around her tiny ankles to pry open her legs as far back as he could push them. His pelvis was emphatically jamming forward, stuffing his meat into her girly genitals, cramming most of those nine inches inside her. Moniqua was fucking freaking out -- she didn't know where to put her hands, trying to grip the bedsheets, grab the edges of the mattress, push him away from her, grope her own titties. Her tiny little body, so little compared to him, was thrashing around wildly while he was fucking her savagely, and it was obvious to me she was having more orgasms. Lots and lots of them, in about ten minutes of that fucking, I bet a counted a dozen orgasms from her, if I saw correctly. It seemed the 18 year old was in a constant, orgasmic state. "You two are beautiful," I typed into the chatroom, knowing at least Quade would read it, "that is crazy hot fucking!" Then, making the scene even hotter for me, I added, "Bet your wife isn't as good a fuck as Moniqua is!" For that, Quade gave me another thumbs-up, his hand right in front of the webcam. The married stud was leaning over her now, putting her tiny feet over his shoulders, lowering his torso and pressing her hips more into the mattress, while plunging his erection all the way inside her cunt, almost; barely over an inch of his pecker seemed to remain outside her body, his shaved balls bouncing underneath his cock's base. Then, he tensed, his hands grabbing her little shoulders and holding the tiny figurine underneath himself. He was cumming, I was sure of it, blasting another load of hot sperm into the girl's vagina. Wow, so fucking hot! I couldn't help myself, even though I'd cum three times that night already, I was madly jerking my meat, pounding my fist on my erection. They were so fucking incredible together! The sex on the bed stopped, they were making out, lying off to the side of the camera so I only saw Quade's long legs. But a few minutes later, the laptop was spun around again, and nude Monique was lying on her tummy on her bed, typing into it. "We're gonna take a bath now so I'm gonna turn this off." Shit, I spat to myself, really? Well, all good things must come to an end! It was nearing 1 a.m., and I needed sleep for my tech job the next day anyway. But still, I was disappointed to see her say that. "Sure," I wrote, not wanting to be a jerk about it -- I'd gotten way more excitement from her than just about any female had let me have online. "Bye bye," she typed, then the view from her webcam went all-black. The show was over. So excited, I couldn't stop jerking off. I kept picturing her nude body, and all of that fucking, and sure enough, soon my little erection was spurting with my fourth cum of the night. Hardly any sperm came out, my balls were dry, but my cock heaved anyway, and my dickhead hurt so much it felt like someone jammed a knife into my cock's eyehole. It was a relief, frankly, to finish my orgasm and finally sit back, exhausted. * * * * * As I said earlier, I'm on the Internet all the time, looking to play with females. It was only a matter of time before I saw Moniqua online again. It was not quite a week later, it was a hot summer afternoon and I was in my office at work, screwing around online to waste some time. I saw Moniqua's screen name log into that local chatroom again, and I couldn't resist immediately sending her a private message. "HI remember me," I wrote, "I can't stop thinking about what I saw last week, you and that stud were awesome together!" The teenager wrote back quickly to me. "Yeah u liked it? It WAS so hot!!!!!!" My dick was now fully engorged in my slacks, sitting at my desk at work. Just thinking about her was turning me on. "You were quite the slut, bringing home a married man you just met that night." "MMMM, hehehe," she responded with an inaudible snicker, "you think so?" "Yup!" After rubbing my dick through my pants to sooth it a little, I started asking questions about that evening I'd been curious about for the whole week. "So can you tell me -- did he ask to meet you, or did you ask him?" The girl wasn't shy about those kind of details. "Oh he was a gentleman, I asked him -- I said if you can leave your house tonight how bout coming over to mine." I loved it -- she was so horny, wasn't she? "And do you remember what he said back?" "Not really," explained the girl through the instant message, "something like, only if I get to fuck you." Damn, that was so hot. I next asked, "So did you get online looking that night for someone to fuck you for real?" "Kinda," she admitted, "I was hoping." Then, after a pause, she added, "I didn't think it would be as hot as it was!" "Well it WAS hot," I affirmed to her. "You gonna see him again?" I was looking to see if maybe there was an opening for me to meet her, too, now that I knew she was just hot for sex. Turned out, I didn't think I'd be getting an invitation. "Yeah I have, we're dating now, kinda." See, these guys with hot bodies and huge cocks get all the luck. "Really? He's replaced your other boyfriend, he was that good?" Moniqua needed a few minutes to type her long response. "No, I'm still dating him too. Quade is married so we can't be together all the time. But he was over this weekend and we're gonna hook up tonight for a bit." Her last words made me really admire her. "I like having a married boyfriend, he is so sweet and just likes sex alot, it's perfect." No, she had it wrong. "No baby," I said, "I think YOU are perfect!" And I meant it!