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The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



**Author's Note-- Just a warning to sensitive or easily offended readers....there are going to be elements in the coming parts of this series that you might find objectionable...Fair Warning...

To Vivian-- Thanks for having the courage and candidness to share your situation...

Now on with the story.....

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"That's the craziest shit I've ever seen!" LJ Addison's deep, chuckling voice boomed through the living room of the converted farmhouse as he watched a college football game on TV.

"No....15 years ago that was me," 35 year old Hope Andrews blushed and assured.

Cal-Berkley was playing a home game late that Saturday afternoon and LJ had leaned forward in his recliner when he saw how several of the University's more hearty and liberal students had perched themselves in a tree just outside the stadium, and were apparently living in makeshifts houses they'd built between the branches in protest of a new athletic facilities building that was supposed to be built in that space.

"Nope..that's pretty much status quo..chances are if I was still there I would be one of them," Hope half covered her face and sighed.

"It was some crazy shit to live for a month in a tree to protest a building that would eventually be built anyway," Hope thought to herself as she stared with a mix of embarrassment and pride at what she was seeing on the TV screen.

"Still," Hope continued to ponder," it wasn't nearly as crazy as the physical, emotional, if not spiritual transformation she'd put herself through over the past few months."

Staring over at LJ as he leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his beer, Hope felt a tingle crest up and down her spine. Looking out the window at several of the disadvantaged inner city kids playing out in the fresh, shadowy air of dusk, Hope welled with pride at the accomplishment of finally getting the Project House completed. Feeling the raw throb between her legs after LJ had brutally fucked her twice earlier that afternoon, first in the bed, then in the shower, another sort of pride, one much more selfish, welled inside Hope.

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Hope Simone Andrews had been born in the early Fall of 1973, the third Daughter to Len and Beth Andrews in Suburban San Francisco. Her parents were about as liberal as they come having met during the hazy Haight-Ashbury days of the mid 60's. They'd married in late 1968 and pumped out three babies in pretty rapid succession. Len had put his English degree to work in the publishing field while Beth, an artist, worked from home as she raised her Daughters.

Love was never in short supply around the Andrews' home, even though money sometimes during those early days was. Growing up during the conspicuous consumption days of the 80's, Hope thankfully had foundation of her parents' belief in peace and love combined with the teachings from church that there was inherent good in everyone. While one of her Sisters ran away and tried to make a go as an actress in LA, and the other married a Commodity Trader and was living her life in the upper crust of San Francisco's social elite, Hope on the other hand had gotten her degree from Cal-Berkley then spent the better part of her 20's and early 30's traveling the world. She'd worked with the Peace Corps in Latin and South America, done missionary work through her church in Eastern Europe and helped at several Red Cross branches around the US before she found herself back home in Northern California when her Father had fallen ill a few months earlier.

Like many people who've dedicated a good chunk of their lives making other people happy, Hope had lost some of herself in the process. Deriving so much of her own sustenance from the welfare of others, by the time she found herself back home, closer to 50 than she was to being a teenager with her biological clock ticking, Hope gradually found herself in a murky and unsettled crises of self.

For awhile she thought maybe trying to meet a man, settle down and start a family might be the elixir she needed, but frankly staring down a disease epidemic in a third world country intimidated her far less than the thought of dating.

An admittedly geeky and gangly teenager, between her intelligence and heightened sense of purpose even from a young age, Hope quickly alienated herself from the boys in her peer group. Having also seen the relationship decisions her sisters had made, one marrying rich just to make an easy life for herself and the other scurrying from one man to another just to keep a roof over her head, Hope instead buried herself in her travels and in her work, and for a long time that fed her need for companionship.

She'd lost her virginity, quite awkwardly, during her first year of college and had several brief relationships with some of the men she met on her stops abroad, but generally those men tended to be just as socially and romantically inept as she was and nothing ever really blossomed. Men rarely approached her and being the shy type when it came to such things, Hope wasn't one to make the first move.

She knew her appearance had something to do with it. While she was 100% hetero, her short, boyish hairstyle, her reluctance to wear a lot of make-up combined with her wispy frame and casual clothing led many people on first glance to just assume Hope was a lesbian. She'd thought about possibly placing an ad on a dating site or trying to meet a guy from church once she was back home, but the fire beneath her just hadn't grown hot enough yet. So much of her energy had been swallowed up tending to her terminally ill Father, once he passed Hope had an even bigger void to fill. 

What she needed was another career challenge, and she found it quite by accident.

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In her spare time, Hope started doing some mentoring work with the chapter of Fellowship of Christian Athletes at her old high school. Several of the students involved also attended her church so it seemed to be a natural outlet for Hope. Being late January, several of the boys in the club played on Golden Hills' varsity basketball team and when she had a free evening on her hands, Hope made a point of attending a couple of games. 

Golden Hills didn't have much of a team when she'd been in school and after sitting through a few games, she quickly realized they hadn't gotten much better over the years. Still the boys tried hard and generally a good time was had by all. They'd been playing a rival school from across the Bay one evening and after the final horn, Hope found herself mingling down on the floor saying her 'goodnights' some of the people she knew when she saw the opposing coach walk up to Golden Hills' coach for their obligatory post-game handshake. Sensing the two men linger together as if they were discussing something important, Hope found herself gravitating in that direction.

The opposing coach's name was LJ Addison.

Despite the bustling chatter surrounding her, Hope could overhear portions of the two men's brief conversation. Apparently Coach Addison had been trying to get a project off the ground that helped get inner-city kids out of their neighborhoods on occasion and out to the country where they could experience some fresh air in their lungs and real grass under their feet instead of the concrete confines of the neighborhoods they'd been born into.

At some point Addison must have found out the Golden Hills' coach was married to a real estate agent and the two were discussing any potential properties that the program might be able to purchase.

Not only was the program LJ was envisioning having it struggles in this economy with its shoestring budget, with his inexperience in such an endeavor, the program was also struggling with its sense of focus. That's why there seemed to be a seismic shift in the air when Hope politely interjected herself into the conversation.

LJ Addison needed someone with experience in charitable community activism, and the spark of purpose Hope Andrews had been sorely lacking suddenly exploded like fireworks in front of her face. 

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At 43, Laurence James Addison had been the basketball coach at Monroe High School for nearly a decade. He also served as a Phys. Ed teacher, a football coach and served as the head of the school's Junior ROTC program. Needless to say during the school year, LJ's time was at a premium.

At some point a few years earlier, an idea popped into LJ's head that would prove much more difficult in reality than it appeared on paper, not to mention a strain on his already limited time. Still it was one he was determined to see through. Having grown up on a farm in rural Alabama, his childhood, while filled with long and grueling days of work, left him with a work ethic and an appreciation for nature that had served him well through life.

A stint in the Navy had sent LJ to the west coast in his 20's, and the beautiful year round weather had aided in his decision to settle there. After finished up his teaching degree, LJ found the job at Monroe in his early 30's where he quickly became a father figure to many of the inner city youth who didn't have one around.

It didn't take long to see the hopelessness in many of the students he taught or coached. The burned-out buildings and trashy vacant lots of the neighborhood had created a general sense of apathy among one generation after another until it permeated the mindset of most everyone in the area. Driving through the neighborhood one day, seeing all the young men loitering on street corners or hustling for a score, it dawned on LJ that he would have never had the time to goof off while growing up the way it seemed most of the kids he encountered on a daily basis at school now did.

There was plenty of good farm land just outside of city limits and LJ stared to wonder how much of a difference it might make in a couple of kids' lives if they had a patch of green to act as a sanctuary on occasion, to get them off the death sentence that was the streets and allow them to absorb the safety and solitude of the country, and learn the meaning of an honest day's work.

LJ knew finding any sort of funding would be difficult. Whenever you approach city council asking for money to help inner city kids, their fall back was to always just build more basketball courts. Thankfully LJ had been able to nestle away quite a nice little nest egg as a down payment for such a thing if the opportunity ever presented itself, but it wasn't until he met Hope Andrews that late January night that he found someone who was equally as passionate about doing something along those lines.

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From a business standpoint, LJ and Hope's partnership was match made in heaven. LJ had the vision of what he wanted to do and Hope found herself inspired to help see it to fruition. Despite her passion and purpose however, for whatever reason Hope couldn't seem to shake the vague unsettledness she felt in LJ's presence. Working that many hours after school in his office, something strange was starting to happen inside Hope.

For one thing she was one of a precious few white faces around Monroe High School. As liberal as she'd been raised, Hope couldn't quite understand why she felt a gnawing discomfort about it, but in most cases during her life, even though she'd been surrounded by a vast array of people from different races and cultures, it was rare for her not to at least be in a core group of people from her similar background. She likened the feeling to being a macadamia nut sticking out in a box full of chocolate chips.

Ever sensitive, Hope eventually picked on the vibes from the faculty and students as she walked down the halls, all those inquisitive eyes wondering what Coach Addison was doing with that bookwormish looking white woman day after day. Despite the awkwardness however, Hope felt butterflies excitedly fluttering around her stomach each day as she made the afternoon drive across town to meet with LJ and sketch out ideas for his project.

The relationship took a turn however about two weeks after they'd met.

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Hope and LJ had been sitting in his office, scouring through several real estate listings and crunching some numbers on a mortgage calculator when one of the school's janitors came running in to get Coach Addison's attention. Someone had smashed the driver's side window and broken into Hope's car. As soon as she rounded the corner and briskly walked towards the main door, Hope could hear the familiar wail of her car alarm from the parking lot.

Racking her brain, trying to remember if she'd left any valuables inside the vehicle, she chuckled sarcastically to herself, reminded that she didn't really have anything that would qualify as such. Her cell phone and wallet safe in the purse slung over her shoulder, Hope and LJ walked outside to survey the damage.

Despite her relief that the thieves didn't make off with anything of value, the sight of all that broken glass spread out across the asphalt, not to mention the interior of the car, sent a nasty shockwave through Hope, one that she hadn't quite felt her entire life.

"Did they do it because she was an outsider?" she asked herself. "Did they actually think she had something in the car worth stealing or did they do it just as a symbolic gesture to say 'you're kind isn't welcome down here.' Or was she simply overthinking the whole thing..that is was simply a random smash and grab and her car just happened to be the one they picked."

Whichever it was, Hope found herself increasingly unsettled as she scoured the faces of the assembled kids watching the goings on. Sensing everyone there probably had a good idea who the perp was, Hope felt a visceral amount of discomfort rise like bile in her throat as she absorbed the weight of the curious stares.

"Do you want us to call the police?" she heard one of the assistant principals ask when he came out to see the damage.

"Probably wouldn't be a bad idea so I'll have something to take to the insurance company," Hope replied, unsettled even further when she saw the way the kids seemed to scatter when they heard the cops were on their way.

"I guess that means we're done for the day," LJ grinned, kicking some of the shattered glass out of the tread of his shoe.

"Yeah..I guess," came Hope's still shaken response.

The shift in Hope's aura hadn't been lost on LJ and without warning, something even more primal inside him tripped as well.

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A newly kindled fascination with Hope suddenly came into focus for LJ as he re-played the events of that afternoon over and over in his head. LJ knew on some level Hope was drawn to him. While not necessarily a physical pull, he could clearly sense Hope's openness to him in the way she fell lockstep into wanting to see his vision for the farm project be realized. He sincerely enjoyed their afternoons together, hammering out the details of getting the program off the drawing board but now feared the incident with her car might cause Hope to re-think her commitment to help him if those were the types of kids he was aiming to help.

Even though they hadn't discussed the specifics, LJ's instinct told him Hope hadn't had a lot of luck with men. Knowing how easily intimidated most guys were by a strong woman, LJ knew Hope's unapologetic use of her intelligence and self-reliance had probably scared away a good many men. To compound things, he also knew Hope's moral backbone and old-fashioned values probably made it difficult for her to do the pursuing.

Twice divorced, LJ knew he had little room trying to play the expert role when it came to relationships. Monogamy had always proven to be his little weakness, and finally after his two failed marriages LJ had finally come to peace with his roaming ways. Thankfully over the years he'd developed a pretty good radar for finding women that were looking for the same type of arrangement he was. Hope Andrews was the furthest thing from that.

He'd bedded several white women in the past, much to the infuriation of both his Ex-Wives, but they were usually the bar-fly types he met at clubs or the occasional unsatisfied woman he discovered on the internet. Never would he have given a second thought to seeing a woman as well versed and worldly as Hope as a sex object.

Seeing the way the seemingly unflappable woman became after her car was broken into however, suddenly LJ could smell the weakness and vulnerability permeating from Hope, and as sad as it was to admit, somehow that turned him on. 

When he saw Hope walk into his office two days later for their next scheduled appointment, LJ was heartened she had come back and was willing to continue helping him finish the project. Upon further inspection however, he could see a subtle change in Hope, almost as if her facade had been shattered the same way her windshield had, and now his curiosity was burning to see what was beneath.

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On the surface, things seemed to ease back to the status quo between Hope and LJ over the next few meetings. With his heightened attention to the woman's subtle cues, LJ could see the way Hope was a little more hesitant to make eye contact with people as she roamed the school's hallways, not to mention the way she'd jump ever so slightly each time a bell or sudden noise jolted the silence.

They hadn't openly talked in-depth about what happened in the parking lot that day, but LJ could tell it was still on Hope's mind when he saw the wandering and accusatory gaze in her eyes each time she saw a cluster of students standing around. It was the least he could do to walk Hope out to her car each evening when they'd finished what they were working on. And it almost seemed like LJ had become the woman's safety blanket in the otherwise treacherous jungle she sensed the school had become. Even though the two had been using each other's first name since the first night they'd met, there was now an ease when each addressed the other.

Clearly feeling Hope's growing instinctual dependence on him, LJ found himself hovering over Hope's shoulder a little longer each time he was reading something she was working on with the computer, allowing the warmth of his breath to sweep across Hope's neck until the trace of goosebumps rose on her arms. He would also stare just a little longer into Hope's eyes each time she said something, holding the gaze until she'd unconsciously fidget with her hands or feet. 

It was about three weeks after the car break-in when fate provided LJ with an opportunity to test his new found trust. 

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Perhaps it was his imagination, but LJ was sure he could smell Hope's estrus increase as their visits continued. They'd made quite a bit of progress on the project and now had a half dozen potential properties lined up if they could get the financing. LJ assumed Hope was so far invested now that he had a mulligan or two in his back pocket if he tried something with her that she perhaps wasn't ready for, or interested in. He hadn't really visualized, much less planned out exactly how he'd try to make the first move, but he knew he was the one that had to make it. In the end, LJ couldn't fathom just how base, or easy, it would be.

It was a little after 7 one evening in early March, long after everyone else at the school had headed home for the day. Hope had swung around from her seat in front of the computer to reach for a pen when she wound up knocking several notebooks off the edge of Coach Addison's cluttered desk. Immediately dropping to the floor to clean up the small mess, Hope didn't see LJ hop up from his chair and walk towards her.

"I'm.....so...sorry....I'm..so...clumsy....I....," Hope mumbled as she tried organizing the scattered papers before sticking them back into the notebooks.


The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 01



So engrossed in her own scatterbrained embarrassment, it took Hope several moments to realize the six foot four black man was standing directly above her.

"....I'm...so...sorry....," Hope continued to babble, her voice sounding distant and robotic when she looked up.

LJ didn't say a word as he stood there staring emotionlessly down at the trembling woman at his feet. Allowing the open palm of his right hand to come to rest on top of Hope's head, suddenly her apologetic ramblings went mute and she just knelt there as if paralyzed by a spell.

Stroking his fingers through Hope's short brown locks, LJ eventually tilted the woman's head back until her smoky eyes were forced to look deep into his.

"Just the way I've wanted to see you," was the clear intention in LJ's silent, unflinching stare.

For her part, Hope was helpless to do anything but kneel there in front of the coach's desk as his five fingertips gently brushed along the soft skin beneath her left ear.

Without blinking, LJ absorbed every subtle cue and movement of Hope below. He could see the way her hands shook in her lap, unsure whether to nervously ring them together or clutch them down hard on her bent knees. Continuing to brush his fingers softly through Hope's hair, LJ brimmed with adrenaline watching the lithe woman's chest heave up and down each time she tried to breathe. 

Rubbing his large thumb delicately across Hope's forehead LJ allowed the full intentions of his gaze to weigh down on cowering woman looking up at him. Sensing Hope's fear but lack of resistance, LJ stepped forward until his crotch was less than an inch from Hope's ghostly white face. Holding it there for several seconds until he could feel the warmth of her exhales coat his groin, LJ finally spoke.

"Kiss it," he said with stoic bluntness.

His hand still on top of Hope's head, LJ could feel the tension somehow seep from the woman's body when his command rained down. Within a few seconds, the cautious weight of Hope's lips came to rest on the bulging front of LJ's workout pants.

A minute earlier Hope had been sitting at the computer, carefree as she searched the internet for online mortgage sites. Now she found herself on her knees, her head swimming as the musky scent of LJ's arousal overwhelmed her senses.

LJ's cock throbbed, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end when he looked down and saw the dark spot of drool Hope's mouth had created on the front of his pants. Massaging the tips of his fingers tenderly into Hope's scalp, he could feel the blood racing through her temples as a rosy blush overtook her face.

"She'll have to open her mouth wider than that," LJ thought to himself seeing the way Hope strained to get her lips around his ever-growing ridge.

Feeling Hope's lips and tongue chewing at the material of his pants, LJ widened his stance slightly then cleared a spot along the front edge of his desk.

"You want to take it out?" he tauntingly asked before reclining backwards and resting his rear end against the desk.

Keeping his eyes locked on Hope's, LJ savored the way her brown orbs watered and flared each time she tried wrapping her mouth around his sheathed girth. Loosening the grip he had on her head, LJ prepared to reach for the drawstring of his warmups. Just before he did however, another much more obscene idea flashed in his head. 

A pool of her own warm saliva now coating the crotch of LJ's pants, Hope swayed on her knees, unsure she quite understood what the man above her had said.

"You take it out, Hope," he told her a second time. 

"But don't use your hands.....in fact... wrap them around your back," he added coolly.

There she was on the floor of the Monroe High's basketball coach's office, probably the only two souls left on school grounds at that hour as she teetered on her knees with the man's erection straining for freedom directly in front of her face. Locking her hands behind her back just as he'd asked, Hope couldn't fathom just how she was going to pull his pants down without using them. Hope had always fancied herself as a problem solver but this was one she'd never prepared for.

If telepathy had been an option, she would have done it a long time ago. LJ was the total anti-thesis of everything Hope had been geared to be attracted to. He was a middle aged jock, not all that religious, and not to mention black. Seeing how passionate he was to get the project for the kids off the ground has sparked something in Hope's moral core, but the days spent together had created a real rapport between the two. What Hope would have never admitted, and certainly never acted upon however, were the carnal feelings LJ had unleashed inside her at night when she was all alone and sleepless in her bed. Finding herself now on her knees with him standing like a hulking deity above her, Hope was powerless to deny the man's perverse wishes.

"Why don't you use your mouth to pull my pants down?" she heard him offer calmly.

Parting her lips wide, Hope shifted her torso forward until she could close clasp the elastic band of his pants between her teeth.

His hands stretched out to corner of his desk as he lazily leaned back, LJ marveled at how easily Hope had capitulated to his demands. It showed just how much she'd secretly yearned to do what she was doing but would have never had the will to approach him about it. Watching the way the veins in Hope's neck flared as she tried orally jerking down his warm-ups, LJ put his right hand back down on top of her head to absorb the energy transfer from Hope's body to his.

Having managed to get the front of LJ's pants down far enough that the jockey clad bulge of his manhood hung there like a twisted sausage in his underwear, Hope couldn't help but pull back to collect her breath and visually size up the depraved sight she'd only imagined in her perverted dreams of the past month.

"Pull down the drawers the same way," LJ's voice echoed through the office a few seconds later.

Seeing Hope gulp as she tried to somehow process just what she was doing, a snarled grin spread across LJ's face when the woman at his feet leaned forward and closed her front teeth this time around the elastic band of his charcoal gray underwear.

Her pupils the size of dimes, Hope twisted her head to the side until she'd jerked them down far enough that LJ's pulsing black cock sprang free like an angry and starving serpent.

It was a moment he often looked forward to with women, especially white ones. Humbly proud of his manhood, as any man would be who possessed a gift such as LJ's, he always loved the look of apprehension, want and curiosity when a woman laid eyes on him for the first time. Hope was no different, and considering the lack of experience he guessed she had with men, he understood why she looked especially startled by what was now bobbing in front of her face. The contrast of his chocolate brown cock swaying before Hope's pale features only added to the visceral rush of what he was seeing.

"Don't be scared of it," LJ wanted to laugh down to her but instead he just patiently allowed Hope to come to terms with what she was about to do.

Taking the base of his erection in his left hand as he continued to cradle Hope's head with his right, LJ stroked his dark, meaty shaft back and forth across Hope's face until her lips and eyes seemed to hypnotically follow it from one side to the other. 

Kneeling forward slightly, LJ planted a kiss directly between Hope's eyes before whispering to her that it was going to be OK. Standing all the way up, LJ then braced his right hand behind Hope's head and began plunging the head of his prick between the stunned woman's soft and puffy lips.

Smirking when he saw the way Hope's eyes bugged out, LJ dutifully fed inch after inch of his dick down Hope's gurgling throat until he felt the exhales sweeping from her nostrils bathe his vein-laced shaft.

"That's probably about as much as she can take," LJ said to himself before beginning to rotate his hips in slow, rhythmic face-fucking circles.

Her hands braced against LJ's thighs as she tried holding herself up, it felt as if an oblong snake has crawled into the warmth of her mouth and was now trying to slither down into the pit of her belly.

Huffing and puffing as he ground his pelvis forward, LJ watched as Hope raised both her hands and wrapped them tightly around the base of his virile shank. He could almost sense the wave of disbelief that swept through Hope when she realized more than half of his dick still wasn't even in her mouth.

LJ wanted to make the moment last a little longer but he didn't have the willpower. He could see the way Hope was struggling to accommodate his dick in her mouth, and by the time she started crudely pumping his shaft with her clenched fists, he knew the seed boiling in his balls would soon be rushing like white hot paste down the woman's throat. Besides, seeing the ease in which Hope had submitted to his advances, LJ sensed this wouldn't be the last time he'd have her in this position.

Steadying his feet, LJ brushed his right hand through Hope's hair one last time then looked deep into her haunted eyes just before his cock erupted into her overstuffed mouth.

"UUMMMPPPHHHHAAHHHMMPPHH," Hope grimaced, trying to swallow as much of LJ's load as she could.

While she had given several of the men in her past oral sex, there was a considerable difference in size and ferocity between them and what LJ had proverbially put on her plate, not to mention this was the first time in her life she'd ever been forced to ingest the creamy residue of Man's most selfish act.

By the time it was over and LJ had pulled his meaty club free, all he could do was look down at the quivering woman at his feet as the blood raced in his head. Leaning his full weight back against the desk, he knew he could stuff his cock back into his pants and leave things be. If Hope chose to come back for their next meeting so be it, if not then he certainly got his.

Instead, he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Hope and the continued look of aching need in her gaze as the remnants of his ejaculate shined like vanilla pudding on her chin.

"You need to get fucked, don't you?" LJ whispered down to the speechless woman now draped around his left leg.

"Yes..." Hope answered meekly, her vocal chords coated in LJ's rich and frothy semen.

"Then stand up and head down to the locker room at the end of the hall. No one else is here this late....take you clothes off before you walk into the showers..have your hands flat on the far wall when I walk in," LJ's measured tone pierced Hope's senses with each devilishly pointed word.

Unable to focus on anything else at that moment but her own unshackled want, Hope released her grip from LJ's leg, raised up on her visibly trembling knees, then wiped several strands of dangling cum from her lips and cheek before turning to the door. Within a few seconds, she was headed to the showers, just as LJ had asked......

To be continued...plenty more to come...



The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 02



Author Note** Props to Todd Solondz for the fuck scene idea.

* "This isn't me..this isn't...this can't be..this is not who I am...," the mortally wounded voice of Hope's pride and decency berated inside her head.

Anxiously putting one foot in front of the other as she made her way down the otherwise silent hallway between Coach Addison's office and the boy's locker room, Hope simply couldn't fathom how her life had changed in the past ten minutes.

"If that's not what you are then what is that drying on your cheeks and chin?" another more sarcastic and probing voice in her head chided her already fractured ego.

The lonely echo of her footsteps filling the hallway as she staggered on flimsy knees towards the locker room door, Hope could feel another helping of LJ's semen wash into her belly each time she swallowed. There was nothing philanthropic or charitable about what she was doing, only the blind and selfish pull of what may happen on the other side of that door.

Pushing the heavy wooden door open, like a ghost Hope quickly disappeared inside. She was immediatly met by the age-old smell of a boys locker room. Having never been in one herself, the 5% bleach and 95% stench of sweat was everything and worse than she imagined it to be. Still, the raw pheromones and stark maleness that filled the air caused Hope's loins to swoon as she carefully navigated the cramped space, fearful that at any moment a stray student might pop up from the banks of lockers.

In reality, Hope had nothing to fear. She and LJ were in fact the only two souls remaining on school grounds, but the 'not knowing for sure' only added to the taboo of what she was doing.

Following the path that led straight to the showers, guiltily imagining how only hours earlier the room was filled with naked boys fresh from basketball practice, Hope subconsciously rubbed the remaining jizz from LJ's release between her thumb and forefingers as she pictured what might happen on the other side of those brown porcelain walls.

The swampy heat between her legs growing with each passing step, Hope traced her fingertips along the smooth square patterns lining the outer walls of the shower, somehow giving what she was about to do some tactile realness. Remembering what LJ had told her before sending her on her way, Hope began disrobing one garment at a time until she was completely naked as she stepped into the shower.

Within five minutes, LJ had followed that trail of strewn clothes, adding his along the way until he was standing naked and studying Hope intently from behind.

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Looking down at his half limp cock dangling like an aimless pendulum from his crotch, LJ Addison took several deep breaths trying to convince himself the last five minutes hadn't been a dream. The vibrations of Hope's mouth continuing to sizzle through the flesh of his deflating shaft, and the sound of the woman's footsteps disappearing down the hallway outside were the only things keeping him grounded to reality.

"We're really going to do this," LJ muttered to himself as he stuffed his cum-smeared cock back into his workout pants.

Taking several long sips of water from the bottle on his desk, LJ cast a disbelieving grin to the mirror on the far wall before following Hope out of the office.

"Hell..she might have gotten scared and ran to her car," LJ thought briefly to himself until he swung open the door to the boys locker room and smelt the faint traces of Hope's perfume mixed in with the usual masculine aroma permeating the dank and dimly lit space.

"Yep..she's in here," he sighed as he allowed the door to close behind him.

If the smell of Hope's perfume helped make what was happening seem more real for LJ, seeing the trail of the woman's discarded clothes leading to the entrance of the shower cemented it. The faint but certain whiff of feminine arousal wafting through the air as he walked past Hope's clothing, LJ calmly kicked off his Nikes, peeled off his shirt then pulled down his pants.

Rounding the corner to the entranceway of the darkened shower, it didn't take LJ long to see Hope's lily white frame against the far wall, perched there with her back to him just as he'd asked. His cock stirring to life as he stepped inside, LJ made a slow, steady and cock-sure bee-line to Hope, and with each passing step he found himself struck by just how small and slight the woman seemed as the shadow of his approaching presence eclipsed her naked and visibly trembling body.

Extending his right hand out just before he was close enough to touch her, LJ could see Hope's forearms flare out as she pressed her face flush against the wall. An electric jolt seemed to pass from Hope's skin to LJ's fingertips when he grazed his huge hand softly across the back of her neck. Holding it there for several seconds, listening to Hope's exhales grow increasingly erratic, LJ gracefully began kneading his fingers together, massaging Hope's back and shoulders until she'd calmed herself somewhat.

Every sound they made heightened by the acoustics of the shower room, LJ leaned forward and placed a kiss directly below the hairline of Hope's neck.

"MMMM..AAAHHHH," the slightly younger woman gasped, her body twisting against the black man towering above her.

Kissing Hope several more times, each one just a shade lower down her back, LJ reached his hands around Hope from behind and cupped her small breasts tight in his grip. Hope's knees instantly bucked and her entire torso shuddered feeling the man's strength course through every nerve ending in her body. Lurching backwards, Hope quickly froze when she felt the stabbing shaft of LJ's erection poking into her rear. 

Pushing Hope's chest flat against the wall as she melted in his arms, LJ parted his feet wide and teasingly tapped the cylinder of his heavy cock against her bare ass. Sneaking his right hand down to Hope's girlish hips, LJ allowed the wetness and warmth to bathe his skin before pressing further.

"AAAHH," came the throaty grimace from Hope's mouth when she felt LJ's palm creep between the thighs from behind and close tightly over top of her steaming and wet vagina.

"GAAAWWWDDD," she winced, forced to stand there in place as the older man fondled her cunt as if he was manually extracting the juice from an orange.

Continuing to pump Hope's vulva with his drenched hand, LJ could see the woman's breath steam on the tiled surface of the wall each time she grunted.

"How long have you wanted me to fuck you?" LJ hissed gently into Hope's left ear.

"....The first day I met you...," Hope's hoarse response trickled disjointedly from her lips.

"From the first night?" LJ coyly asked again.

"...Yes...and every...night since...." Hope nodded with embarrassment, her cunt squishing even more as her arousal leaked and dribbled over LJ's hand, then down her thighs.

"Then I guess I shouldn't make you wait any longer," LJ smiled, kissing the naked woman roughly on the softest part of her neck before extending both his hands around to the front of Hope's thighs and pulling her backwards against his groin.

Feeling Hope's entire weight in his hands when her feet briefly lurched off the floor, LJ gently allowed her to settle back down before positioning his cock like a huge sausage between the pale white bun of her asscheeks.

Pressing his chest down on the back of Hope's shoulders, LJ tenderly bit down on her earlobe as he nudged Hope's feet further apart. Straddling his legs just outside of her's, LJ swung his dick between Hope's thighs until it too was basting in her vaginal juices.

Eventhough she was a grown woman with over a dozen countries stamped on her passport, not to mention possessing a wealth of knowledge and experience from the things she'd seen and done in her 35 years, Hope somehow seemed like a little girl at that moment as she cuddled backwards against LJ, completely content to let him have his way with her.

Looking down over Hope's shoulder, directly between her milky white cleavage, LJ could see the dark shaft of his penis slithering obscenely through the curly, light brown hair of her pubic fleece.

"Hold on tight,' he told her, just before using his left hand to spread Hope's thighs far enough apart to guarantee access to penetrate her.

Seeing the way Hope pressed her small hands tight against the wall to each side of her face, LJ used his right hand to jab the head of his cock forward.

"UUUHHAAAHHH," Hope moaned, her normally reserved and shy voice sounding like shattered glass echoing through the shower stalls as LJ's manhood took root inside her.

"YEAAAHHH...GGRRAAHHHHH," LJ groaned in return, his heart racing as Hope's sticky vaginal walls slowly expanded to meet his advances.

The wet friction of his efforts billowing through the otherwise silent space, LJ leaned back slightly and admired the way Hope's frame took on the shape on an upside down Y with the way her feet arched out to each side and her torso collapsed forward against the wall in front of her. 

Feeding more of his cock into Hope's twat each time he sensed she'd braced herself for it, once he'd staked his claim deep enough inside her, LJ placed both his hands firmly on Hope's shoulders then increased the pace of the humping thrusts.

"AAAHHH," Hope winced a little louder each time LJ punched another inch of his wad into her womb. It didn't take long before he was deeper than any man had ever been inside her, yet LJ still had plenty of ammunition left to push further.

Her legs turning to rubber just to the inside of his, LJ could feel Hope's knees knocking against his calves as he ruthlessly plowed her from behind. Rubbing his hands down Hope's straining back, LJ eventually locked them around each side of her waist, in essence holding her in place as he began fucking her with everything he had.

"OHHHHMMMYYYGGGAAAWWWDDDD," Hope squealed for nearly 30 seconds straight, her body looking as if she was in a car that was tumbling down a hill as LJ showed her no mercy.

Climax was inevitable for Hope as she savagely grinded her teeth together. Just before he shoved her past the point of no return however, LJ pulled back and draped his right hand firmly down on the back of her neck.

"Don't cum yet...not until I say so," LJ scolded with monotone clarity.

"UUHHH..Please....Please let me...," Hope begged desperately for release, the sweat from her face now staining the wall in front of her as a tide of shock and unease welled in her eyes.

For whatever reason LJ hadn't been satisfied with getting an impromptu blowjob from Hope. Even when she'd turned her body completely over to him to do with as he pleased, that hadn't been enough. There was something deeper inside Hope that LJ was suddenly obsessed with drawing out. Standing directly behind her with his cock buried like forged steel in her cunt, it seemed as if LJ was playing with her depraved lust and surrender as if they were mere toys in his hand. Aimlessly working her hips backwards against LJ's crotch to keep up the friction, Hope said a private prayer of 'thanks' when she felt him begin grinding his cock back inside her.

Having already given more of herself sexually in the previous 20 minutes than she had her entire life, Hope found herself humping her ass hard into LJ's groin as he stretched her to her very limits. Clenching her eyes shut, Hope absorbed the warmth of LJ's huge hands roaming over her body, first down her back, then tight around her waist before he glided them up to her shoulders, then out to each arm before finally clamping them down on each of her outstretched hands as she huddled against the wall.

"Fuck me back, Baby," LJ whispered into Hope's ear with stinging precision the instant his grip pressed down on hers.

"YEAH," he groaned approvingly when the sound of Hope's tender behind smacking against his upper thighs bristled through the shower.

Having already busted his nut back in the office, LJ knew he could stand there and fuck Hope for as long as he wanted before cumming again. Patient and in complete control, he decided to enjoy the sensation of pillaging her into submission, almost as if he was tenderizing a steak and waiting for the right moment to throw it into the fire. Replaying the brief time he'd known Hope as she trembled and shook in front of him, LJ focused on the moment where she'd perhaps been her weakest and most vulnerable. Playing a hunch, he decided to try and use that glimpse into Hope's psyche against her.

"Did you ever think you'd be fucking a black man?" the warm breath of LJ's pointed question bathed the side of Hope's cheek as he made sure her eyes were open far enough to see the clear contrast of his dark hand interlocked around her small, pale one.

Too breathless to respond to such a straightforward, yet complicated question, Hope simply winced and bowed her chin as she squeezed her fingers around LJ's hand with all her might.

His memory triggering back to some of the extra-marital rendezvous he had with several white woman, LJ brimmed with excitement remembering how more than a few of them got off quite nicely on the taboo aspects of what they were doing, often behind their own Husbands' back. While Hope certainly wasn't married, there seemed to be something sacred inside her that he might unearth if he pushed hard enough.

"You love how...my...big..black..dick...feels inside you ...don't you?" LJ coaxed gently, knowing full well it did from the way Hope's body convulsed uncontrollably between him and the wall.

Steadying the rhythm and aim of his forward thrusts until he was certain each one was hitting the perfect spot deep inside Hope, LJ could look down and see the way she was balancing herself now on the balls of her feet as she attempted to raise her ass high enough to meet his assault. Waiting for just the right moment LJ leaned down, eased his lips against the lobe of Hope's left ear and whispered the words,"You ..love..how..my..big..Nigger..dick...feels....don't you?".

A caustic wave of shock ripped through Hope's body, and her eyes started to well with tears when LJ's harsh assessment rattled through her brain. Even though her mind for the moment was in complete disconnect, it was clear from the frantic way she grinded her cunt down even harder on LJ's cock, his crude words had tripped yet another wire inside her.

For obvious reasons, LJ wasn't the biggest fan of the "N' word. When used in public during the light of day, things might deteriorate into fisticuffs if it was uttered from the wrong mouth. Under that special circumstance however with Hope, it provided an incendiary quality of a much different sort. The implication, intent and tone of the way he'd said it still reverberating through Hope's head, from his limited experience with the woman LJ knew she came from a relatively liberal, peace loving background with a foundation in the church. To use that word would have been as taboo for Hope to speak as it would be under normal circumstances for LJ to hear. Coming from his own lips however as he smashed his naked body relentlessly into hers, that one word seemed to take what they were doing to a infinitely different plain.

"My dick feel good inside you, Hope?" LJ asked.

"Yes," she mouthed her reply.

"My big black dick?" he taunted.

"Yes," Hope sighed and nodded her trembling head again.

"My big black nigger dick?" LJ seethed without blinking.

"OHHHH..GODDDDD," she cringed, the reservoir of tears now leaking down her cheeks as she choked her vaginal muscles around LJ's pistoning cock.

"Say it Hope...tell me," LJ demanded, seeing how Hope's eyes seemed to melt as she submitted to her most primal of wants.

"I want to hear you say it..tell me you want to feel my black dick explode inside you..tell me you want me to fuck you hard..harder than you've even been fucked," LJ bristled. "I've already got my nut back at the office..I could just step back right now and walk away Hope..leave you right there on your knees against the wall..that close to cumming..I could just walk right out of this room..get dressed and leave you naked right here..you dont want that do you?"

"No," Hope gulped.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked again. 

"Yes," she swallowed weakly.

"Then say it!!" he wasted no time prodding.

LJ could see Hope swirling her tongue around her mouth, trying to collect herself enough to gather her voice. Continuing to drill his shaft in and out of her sopping wet cunt as he waited for a response, he could feel the warm sheen of Hope's arousal not only coating his entire cock and balls, but also leaking down and creating a pool between his feet. Just before he prepared to interrogate her again, Hope's barely audible voice spoke up.

"....Fuck me...please," LJ heard her say, his chest puffing out as he took sweet and selfish joy in hearing Hope's angelic voice utter the word 'fuck'.

It was nothing compared to the language about to come from Hope's lips. 

Bracing his right hand behind Hope's head, LJ tucked his left arm around Hope's chest, clutching her breasts as he snared her in place.

"You want me to fuck you hard?" he asked before pressing his barrel chest flush against Hope's narrow back.

"Yes," she gasped.

"LOUDER," LJ hissed.

"Yes.....YES....YESSSSS," Hope replied three more times before LJ was satisfied for the moment.

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It had been the afternoon someone smashed Hope's window in the school parking lot. They'd been outside surveying the damage when LJ looked over at Hope just as the reality of what happened started to settle in. It was just a flash, no more than a sliver of a glimpse into Hope's soul at that moment, but he was sure he saw the same thing that would have been in most anyone's mind, given the circumstances.

"I guess I should have expected something like this to happen down here in a neighborhood like this...with people...like this...," Hope's eyes seemed to shout for just an instant.

LJ couldn't blame her, he was black and had lived in that neighborhood long enough to where he would have thought the same exact thing if it had been his car that had been vandalized. Still, there was something in Hope's depth of character and moral fortitude that had probably caused her to chastise herself repeatedly, feeling guilty for having such divisive thoughts, even in a moment of justified weakness.

The more LJ thought about it, he kept coming back to her insistence that they meet down at the school when they got together to work on the project, not at her house or anywhere close to her neighborhood, not at her church or even out in public like at the library or a restaurant. LJ gradually came to understand he was Hope's forbidden fruit, and even though she'd been nibbling just around the edges of it, he was determined now to make her take a choking mouthful of what she'd long been hungering for.

"Hope...you need to cum don't you?" LJ spat.

"Yes," Hope's voice trembled.

"Then say...'Nigger fuck me hard'," LJ demanded.

"...No...I..No...I ...can't...," Hope babbled meekly.

"Say it Hope..I know its exactly what you're thinking," LJ implored with clairvoyant precision. "I'll pull my dick out right now and just walk away ..I'll leave you here if you don't!"

Despite her embarrassment, Hope knew the black man's instincts were spot on. Everything he was implying was true and even if she wanted to fight it, Hope literally had no feet to stand on as her toes barely skimmed the floor, her entire being completely consumed now by LJ's hulking embrace. Despite her wealth of wordly experience, her staunch liberal leanings and intellectual prowess, the only thing that mattered now for Hope was having an orgasm. And the only way to satiate the burn that was rampaging from her head, down her spine to the very soles of her feet was saying the vile words LJ was demanding.




The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 02



"Say it Hope!" she felt his warm breath once again cascade across her face.

"..Fuck..mmmeee..harrrdddd," Hope gasped, her voice sounding like she was riding a bicycle across a road full of potholes.

"NIGGER FUCK ME HARD!" LJ insisted.

"OH GOD," she cried again, desperately trying to either get her nut or make LJ get his before she was forced to utter those words.

"Last chance...or I walk away," he told her with unflinching certainty.

Like a skydiver freefalling 10,000 feet to the ground, Hope knew giving in to LJ's, as well as her own secret longings, was the only way for her chute to open.

"NNN..NNNN...aahhh..fuck..me..hard," she choked.

"AGAIN HOPE..SAY IT AGAIN," LJ drilled his dick savagely into her.

"Nigg....aahh..fuuu...kk...me..harrrrdddd," drifted like cotton from her mouth.

"LOUDER..AGAIN!!" LJ implored.

"Nigger..fuck me hard," Hope finally got it right, her conscience, as well as her entire body flush with boiling guilt.

"That's a Good Slut...again Hope..say it again...LOUDER," LJ half grinned then smirked into Hope's ear.

"NIGGER FUCK ME HARD...NIGGER FUCK ME HARD..NIGGER FUCK ME HARD...," Hope repeated as many times as it took, her voice increasing in volume as if it was on a never ending loop of tape as LJ ruthlessly pounded his dick deep into her womb.

"Good Hope...LOUDER," LJ smacked her hard on the ass as he urged her on from behind.

" NIGGER FUCK ME HARD...NIGGER FUCK ME HARD....NIGGERRRR FUCKKKK MMMMEEEE HARRRRDDDDD," Hope droned like a runaway locomotive until everything in the world seemed to explode in a fiery crescendo around her.

The school empty, Hope's screaming voice ricocheted through the hallways and ductwork. If anyone had been sitting in the cafeteria, or even the Principal's office on the other side of the building, they would have certainly raised their heads to see where the shrill echoes of sexual release were coming from.

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It took awhile for the sexual carnage he was at the center of to settle around LJ Addison. He knew he'd cum for the second time in a half hour, and from the way Hope's vaginal secretions soaked not only his cock, but literally spewed and sprayed over his entire groin, he was pretty sure she'd had the most debilitating orgasm of her entire life. 

Her pussy still skewered on his cock as he held her dead weight in his hands, LJ steadied his feet before pulling backwards and withdrawing his prick. It sounded as if he was pulling free from a vat of jelly, and LJ found himself temporarily mesmerized watching the way all the muscles in Hope's face seemed to twitch and fire as he pulled his manhood free. Even he had shake his head when he saw the copious amounts of their shared fluids coating his rubbery and spent phallus.

Sensing she'd collapse straight down to the floor if he simply let her go, LJ eased gently down to his knees, bringing Hope with him as the sound of her screams continued to vibrate in his head nearly a minute after the pair had ceased fucking.

"It's OK, Baby," LJ soothed the sobbing woman in his arms. 

"You did what you had to..you did exactly what you needed to..exactly what you wanted to," he patted Hope's head and whispered into her ear, knowing she was too overcome to reply from the way she shivered in his arms.

Helping her back to her feet several minutes later once she was able to stand on her own, LJ flipped on the showerhead above and turned the knob to hot. Over the next five minutes, LJ tenderly bathed Hope in the same exact spot he'd just brutally fucked her, washing the physical remnants of the deed from her body, but knowing full well the psychological ones were just starting to sink in. Whatever the next day held, LJ was content how this one had ended.

As for Hope, even though she would never be able to put everything swirling through her into words as LJ's strong hands caressed and cleansed her body under the glorious relief of the shower, there had now been a fire lit inside her that would need to be tended......

Part 3 to come...



The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 03



The fallout from the evening in the locker room showers was much easier for LJ to process than it was for Hope. Being a man, especially one with military training, it was more natural for him to compartmentalize what he'd shared that night with Hope. Hope, on the other hand, found herself overwhelmed by the complicated and intertwined directions she was being pulled. She'd remembered standing there after he'd ravaged her body, allowing him first to shower her, then help dry her off before watching her get dressed and finally sending her on her way. 

That could have easily been the end of their arrangement, but when Hope walked into LJ's office two days later for their next scheduled appointment to work on the Farmhouse Project, she surprised herself way more than she surprised him.

Her body still sore and battered from the sexual ringer he'd put her through, the physical toll was nothing compared to the mental gymnastics Hope had to do to walk back into LJ Addison's office 48 hours later. If not in a state of outright denial that it all had happened, Hope was still feeling the shock of seeing what she was capable of with the right man pulling her strings. That level of unease wasn't diminished in the least when she walked back into the Coach's office two days later and saw just how unfazed he seemed.

Sitting at his desk, sipping a cup of coffee behind a packet of Xeroxed papers, LJ looked up and smiled at Hope when she appeared in the doorway.

"Hi Hope..great to see you," he offered between sips.

"..H..H..Hi," Hope managed to reply, the pit in her stomach only growing as her feet went numb.

"Downloaded some financial forms a few minutes ago and printed them out..left them laying right over there by the computer if you want to look them over," LJ smiled with absolutely no hint to what had happened two days earlier in the boys locker room.

Sizing Hope up as she turned towards her tiny, modified work area in the corner of the office, LJ half studied the game plan he'd printed up for his team's next opponent at the same time he subtly and silently gauged the shape the woman taking a seat across from him was in.

The longer he sat there feigning attention to the basketball prep in front of him, the more fascinated LJ became in the dichotomy of the woman sitting on the other side of the desk. Hope was the unquestioned epitome of what everyone should strive to be. Virtuous, charitable, humble and keen, she was the type of person that would gladly go without food for a week if it meant no one else around her would have to fall asleep hungry. Then there was the primal part LJ had managed to cull from deep within Hope's psyche a couple of days earlier.

A long time student of human psychology, LJ knew everyone possessed that sort of potential, but the thing he truly marveled at was just how stunningly vivid and pronounced the two different sides of Hope seemed. The contrast was almost as night and day as the two colors of their skin pressed together. LJ couldn't help but take a measure of pride knowing he might perhaps be the only person in the world who'd seen Hope at both ends of her extreme. It was then he felt his cock throb in his pants, thinking back to two days earlier and the way Hope shouted and begged for him to fuck her, not to mention just how gloriously tight her almost virgin-like cunt felt twisting around his manhood.

Shifting in his seat as he continued to study Hope, LJ decided to excuse himself for a couple of minutes to catch his breath.

"Headed to the teacher's lounge..want a cup of coffee?" he asked as he rounded the desk.

"Sure," Hope nodded, trying her best not to make eye contact with LJ for fear he might see what was internally consuming her.

"How do you want it?" he started to ask before knowing he'd bust out laughing if Hope replied "Just black."

"Cream and sugar?" he asked instead.

"That's fine..double of both," she offered, keeping her eyes glued to her paperwork.

Besides the obvious reason to freshen up his coffee, LJ ulterior motive was to take a quick trip around the school just to see if anyone else was prowling the halls at that time of the evening. When he was pretty sure he and Hope and the run of the building, just as they had the other day, LJ knew he had an opportunity to try something he'd been pondering for quite awhile.

Strolling back into his office and handing Hope her cup, LJ spent the next 15 minutes or so working out some details with the project. Watching how Hope had steadily lost herself in concentration, it wasn't until he'd slipped quietly out of his chair and eased up behind her to look at some of the financial numbers on the computer screen that he decided to make his move. 

Smelling that same sweet perfume from the other day fill his brain, LJ placed his right hand on the small of Hope's back as she recited some information from a website. Freezing in place when LJ touched her, Hope's voice became jumbled then finally went mute when he leaned down and softly caressed his lips along the right side of her neck. Sliding his left hand beneath Hope's arm, LJ reached around then closed his hand tight over her left breast.

"AAHH," Hope shuddered, her fingers making a scratching noise as they fidgeted nervously on the keyboard.

"Come with me," LJ whispered down to her.

"To the locker room?" Hope asked, her voice sounding distant and dreamy.

"No," LJ calmly replied, "Somewhere even better."

Hope's breath instantly lodged in her throat contemplating what LJ would have in mind that would match what they'd shared two days earlier in the locker room showers.

Helping the shaken woman to her feet, LJ braced his left arm around Hope's back and led her to the door.

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Walking side by side with LJ down the hallway leading from his office, Hope couldn't help but feel the pangs of Pavlovian excitement shoot through her system when she passed the door to the boys locker room, remembering in graphic detail what had happened inside. Instead of stopping however, LJ kept walking until the couple was standing in front of the entrance to the school's gymnasium and basketball court.

Hope's impression of walking between the large wooden doors was one of entering a large castle or fortress. That vision was heightened by the metallic sound of the heavy door closing behind them once they were inside.

"There's no one else here?" Hope half mumbled as she stared out into the cavernous surroundings.

"Nah..I checked a few minutes ago..even the janitorial staff has split for the night...so its just us.....but just in case...," LJ smiled before turning his school issued key and locking the doors to the gym. "The place is all ours." 

Watching LJ take several steps away from her side, Hope couldn't help but picture an alpha lion in the wild, roaming confidently around his territory. The echo of LJ's footsteps, along with the dull hum of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were the only sounds in the gym as Hope tried figuring out just what the man had up his sleeve.

"God..I hope he doesn't expect me to climb those ropes hanging from the rafters," Hope laughed to herself, re-living one of the many bad gym class memories from her childhood.

"Where is he going?" she asked herself, seeing LJ hop up on the bleachers and make his way about halfway up the stands before he sat down.

Just before she was about to turn and attempt to join LJ, he shouted down and told her to walk to center court. Seeing LJ ease backwards and fold one foot lazily over the other, Hope was at a loss as to what he meant.

"Take your clothes off Hope and walk to the middle of the floor," LJ said a second time, nodding in the direction he was prodding Hope to go.

Despite the craziness of what LJ was suggesting, Hope found herself reaching for the buttons of her blouse as she began the slow and lonely walk to the middle of the basketball court.

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LJ amazed himself with the sway he'd developed over Hope in such a short amount of time. Watching her glide across the polished hardwood from his perch about 10 rows up, a tingle darted down his spine knowing he had Hope in the palm of his hand.

"Turn around and let me see," LJ shouted down to her, his baritone voice drifting back and forth between the spacious concrete walls.

His dick twitched and instantly began growing down the inside of his right pants leg when he saw the front of Hope's blouse unbuttoned and opened. Seeing her shiny and conservative white bra covering her small breasts, LJ licked his lips and raised his eyebrows, imploring her to continue. The trust level for someone of Hope's ilk to give herself so completely was something LJ was going to treasure forever, but when he looked deep into her eyes and saw the unquestioning mixture of submission, want and fear, LJ felt the primal need to push her as far as he could.

"Pull down your dress," he told her, loving the way Hope every so often would tilt her head to the left and right just to instinctually make sure no one else was hiding in the gym. 

He was almost tempted to remind her they were indeed all alone, but decided it was more fun if she did retain just that inkling of trepidation.

Since Hope had undressed in the shower before he arrived a couple of days earlier, LJ took special joy sitting there like a fan in the stands watching her undress. Squirming in his seat to adjust to the strain of his growing cock, LJ steadily leaned forward as the pile of discarded clothes grew around Hope.

"A church going little girl standing in the middle of this inner city gym in nothing but her bra and panties," LJ gleamed, his eyes nearly penetrating Hope as she stood before him.

"Stick your hand down inside your panties," he briskly suggested.

"MMM....Rub yourself Baby...rub your pussy for me," LJ brimmed, seeing the woman's small pale hand disappear under the elastic band before her knuckles visibly began protruding the front panel of her underwear.

"Damn..look at her knees start to buckle," LJ thought to himself as Hope started to cautiously and gently manipulate herself.

Watching for nearly a minute until Hope's eyes gradually began swooning in their sockets, LJ told Hope to remove her hand and put it up to her mouth.

"I wonder if she's ever tasted herself?" LJ openly asked the imaginary devil sitting on his right shoulder.

"Quite a few times...late at night when no one's looking," that same devil replied, having sat on Hope's shoulder during her occasional moments of lurid and depraved weakness as well.

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When it came to her own body, Hope Andrews was about as self-conscious as they came. Even during the early years of school, she always dreaded Phys. Ed. due to the fact she had all the coordination of a flag pole, with much the same build. When high school rolled around and she was required to shower after gym class, having to measure her flat-chested frame up against all the other girls further added to her nightmare. At some point she just assumed her hormones would kick in and she'd somehow catch up, but once she was old enough to see how meagerly endowed most of the women in her family were, Hope knew winning wet tee-shirt contests would never be a side source of income.

Thankfully those days were behind her and in the years following, she'd more than adequately learned to fill her esteem needs in other, much more important ways. Still, there was always that young, pubescent girl in Hope's psyche that yearned to be physically desired and perhaps that, along with all the other complicated psychological factors, was what had drawn her to LJ Addison.

She'd always felt a twinge of apprehension each time she'd undressed for the first time in front of the lovers in her past. Doing it in the middle of a high school gymnasium, even with no one around, would have been unimaginable for Hope, but somehow there was an element of trust with LJ she'd never had with a man, and for that she found herself willing to do anything he asked.

The fingers of her right hand now sullied with the stickiness of her own arousal, Hope slipped them around the front clasp of her bra and undid it under LJ's watchful and steady eye. Her nipples erect and pointing like three-quarter inch bullets once she pulled the cups apart, Hope meekly tried to cover her nakedness, but LJ wouldn't give her the chance.

"Now your panties," he said from the stands and Hope quickly obliged.

"Sit down..right there on the center jump circle," LJ told Hope once he'd surveyed her naked body several times.

The freshly buffed and slick hardwood floor was chilly on the bare skin of Hope's rear end and thighs as she sat Indian-style facing LJ. The only warmth came from the man's persistent and penetrating gaze as she waited for him to tell her what to do next.

"Lean back on your elbows Hope...spread your legs and let me see your pussy," he told her a few seconds later.

Hope did as she was told. Scanning the bleachers as she spread her thighs apart, she couldn't help but guiltily imagine the gym completely full, everyone gawking down at her as an excited hush fell over the place. It was then she felt several droplets of her vaginal sheen ooze from her exposed cunt, creating a slippery pool below her crotch on the floor.

Next thing she knew, Hope had her feet spread wide as she straddled the half-court line, her puffy and throbbing labia clearly visible, like a pink beacon to LJ as he leaned forward on the seat.

"Now slide back and masturbate Hope....I want to see you fuck yourself the same way you did all those nights thinking about me," LJ cocksuredly urged.

And Hope did just that. Easing backwards until her shoulder blades were flat on the floor, all she could see as she stared up were the dizzying strips of lights on the ceiling as she slipped her fingers into the sopping wet warmth of her flared vagina. For several minutes, LJ just sat there patiently admiring the beauty before him. Every so often he could see Hope's head and back lurch off the floor when another wave of building euphoria swept through her loins, not the mention the way her outstretched legs twitched and quivered out to each side when she sank her fingers all the way inside her steaming slit. 

He'd almost became entranced watching Hope pleasure herself, witnessing something he was sure she'd only ever done with the full guarantee of privacy in the past, but here she was now doing it freely and openly for him. Holding his breath, LJ could hear the soft, wet sound of Hope's digits twirling through her glowing fissure, and when he squinted his 43 year old eyes, LJ couldn't miss the pool of wetness growing beneath her.

Standing to get a better look, LJ's pupils danced like pinballs in their sockets as he tried to follow every jerk and gyration of Hope's body. His original plan was to simply stay there and watch Hope frig herself to completion, but the insanely aching presence growing inside his pants eventually forced LJ down from the bleachers. 

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"Keep going Hope...Keep fucking yourself," she heard LJ's voice, seemingly closer than it had been before.

Everything above her a fluorescent blur from the overhead lighting, Hope glided her right thumb back and forth over her clitoris as she used her index and middle fingers like a talon to dig into her pussy. It was then she began to feel the vibrations of LJ's footsteps rising from the floor against her back. 

Raising her head as far as she could into the air, through her ravaged and bloodshot eyes, Hope could see the hazy outline of LJ approaching. Her feet cocked and bouncing in midair, it appeared as if she was beckoning the black man closer as she reached up and squeezed her tits hard with her left hand.

"Do you want me to come down there and fuck you?" she heard LJ smirk from above.

"YES," she gurgled, feeling the man's pant leg against the bare skin of her left calf.

Using his lower legs to spread each of Hope's feet apart as he glared directly down into her glassy eyes, LJ squeezed the slab of his throbbing cock through his pants as a reddish hue broke out across Hope's pale chest.

Looking straight up at LJ towering above her, his face appeared to be shrouded in an almost dream-like mist by the bright lights on the ceiling as Hope watched him rub the log of his manhood to full erection inside his pants. Continuing to blindly jab her right hand in and out of her own sweltering crotch, Hope's breath caught in her throat when she saw him reach for his zipper.

Pinching each of her fat nipples between the fingers of her free hand, Hope found herself pressing her bare calves tightly around LJ's legs when she saw him begin to fish his cock free. Her hips involuntarily rocking off the floor when LJ's dick swung into view, Hope franticly sliced her fingers through her pussy until her arousal was literally spitting into the air.

She'd been on her knees, face to face with LJ's cock the first time she'd seen it two days earlier. It had been an ample enough presence to grasp under those circumstances, but seeing it jutting directly above her as she laid flat on the floor, juxtaposed with the surreal, almost heavanly haze of lighting above, Hope could have simply came right then if LJ had let her.

Sensing Hope was about orgasm, LJ snuck his right hand down and eased Hope's sloppy and drenched fingers from her cunt with the look of 'not just yet' on his unflinching face. 

He wasn't going to waste any time taking his pants all the way off. After releasing his dick, LJ knelt down to the hard floor, the adrenaline in his system masking the pain in his 40 year old knees until he could press his weight down on top of Hope. The first thing LJ did was plant a soulful kiss on the center of Hope's soft belly before gracefully sliding up and kissing each of her tender white breasts. He could feel Hope's hands clutching at the back of his head as he worked his way up until his lips pressed straight down on hers. It was the first natural kiss between the two and it lasted for several minutes as their bodies intertwined at mid-court.

Using his thighs to nudge Hope's knees all the way apart, LJ reached down with his right hand and swung the pulsing slab of his cock up to Hope's crotch until the head of it was nestled at the gate of her musky and welcoming womb.

"You ready," he looked straight into Hope's dazed eyes and whispered.

"....Please," she swallowed hard then begged to the man waiting to mount her.

As he always loved to do when he penetrated a woman, LJ eagerly watched the transformation take place on Hope's face as he sank his dick into her. Concentrating on the way the woman's eyes lit up, then comically widened each time he plunged another inch of it deeper, LJ planted his hands to each side of Hope's head and pressed down until he'd bottomed out inside her.

He immediately felt Hope's fingernails dig into the sleeves of his shirt as she held on for dear life. Her body quivering beneath him, LJ slowly pulled back feeling Hope's vaginal sheath clinging to his cock like the tentacles of a squid before he shoved it all the way back inside her. Over and over LJ repeated the cruel and lurid process until Hope's sticky fluids had completely saturated the length of his stabbing black onyx. 

"UUHH..UUHH...OHHHHGGGGGGGODDDDD....UUUHHHHHHH," Hope croaked, her spastic breath resembling that of a woman giving birth, only this time something substantial was taking root inside her instead of trying to crawl out.

Taking each of Hope's hands into his, LJ pushed forward and pinned Hope's arms flat on the floor, their black and white fingers intertwined as he plastered his pelvic bone down on hers. Suddenly it appeared as if their two bodies had morphed into one, and for the next several minutes LJ rhythmically churned his hips until Hope's body was a writhing pool of sexual mush beneath him.




The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 03



Her fingers straining against LJ's until their hands took the shape of two conjoined fists on the floor, Hope wrapped her legs like a vice around LJ's back as he relentlessly battered her cunt. Pressing her forehead into the wedge of the growling man's collarbone, Hope imagined the gymnasium was full of screaming fans as LJ sent her into the abyss.

Her lower back now sliding in the slick residue seeping from her engulfed slit, Hope pulled LJ inside her with every ounce of might she had until she finally felt his warm semen wash deep into the bowels of her vagina.

"UUGGRRGGHHAAAAHHHH...AAAAGGRRAAHHHHHHH," their two voices seemed to screech in unison, filling the empty gym with their haunting duet until they had completely worn the other out.

Keeping his cock buried inside Hope as he turned her on her side, LJ slipped his right hand down to her crotch and slowly traced his fingers just to the outside of Hope's raised and still buzzing clitoris. Kissing Hope softly on the mouth and neck as the aftershocks of the woman's initial orgasm continued to tremor, LJ slithered his tongue down her shoulder before sliding it back up to her ear.

"Just lay here and relax Baby....catch your breath then I'm gonna make you cum again,"LJ promised just before grazing the tip of his thumb over the exploding nub of her clit.

His dick still stuffed inside Hope as they laid side by side in each other arms, LJ's penis acted like a big, black cork keeping the gooey wall of cum and vaginal secretions boiling inside her from rushing out. Tenderly rolling her clitoris like the dial of an old radio until he found just the right station, LJ once again felt Hope's face crumple against his shoulder as he leaned back and savored the utter joy he was bringing her.

It took another five minutes or so, but it wasn't long before Hope was barking out yet another orgasm, this time leaving a soaking wet layer of tears over the warm-up jacket LJ was wearing.

"AAAHH..AAHH..HHAAAHH..AAHHHH..GODDD..YEESSSS..GODDDDYYEESSSSSSSS," Hope half sobbed and screamed for over 30 seconds, feeling as if every nerve ending in her body had become frayed as she tried her best not to pass out from the bone jarring nuclear release.

Having shot a majority of his cum the other day into Hope's mouth when she'd serviced him in his office, when LJ finally pulled his dick free, the frothy reservoir of two days worth of seminal build-up washed out of Hope's ungodly stretched pussy and spilled out in all directions.

"Damn..the floor's gonna need to be scrubbed," LJ laughed as he brushed his right hand lovingly over Hope's sweat-soaked brow.

Hope tried to reply but the electrical current still coursing through her body made putting a coherent thought together, much less speaking it, useless for several more minutes.

"Why don't I take you out for a bite to eat..we can talk about the project some more," LJ offered after a little more cuddling.

"You'll have to carry me," Hope groaned back as she continued to cling to LJ.

"That's not a problem," he smiled before scooping the spent woman's body up in his arms and carrying her like a groom would a naked bride over to the bleachers so she could put her clothes back on.

PART 4 to come...



The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 04



"In the mood for anything special?" LJ asked as they slipped into his SUV and headed out the school parking lot to find a place to grab dinner.

The sticky wetness of LJ's release still sloshing around her crotch as she told him it didn't matter where they went, Hope was pretty sure it was the first time she'd been out in public without any panties in a very, very long time. The bare sensation without them, especially when wearing a dress that draped just below her knee, was going to take some getting use to. Still, she couldn't help but feel a tingle of naughtiness knowing LJ had taken her underwear as a trophy for what he'd done to her twice over the past three days. Purposefully putting out of her mind how many other such trophies he might have taken from women in the past, for once Hope was strangely content to just ride the wave.

Turning onto the highway and heading uptown, Hope started to get fidgety the further they went. Having left her car back at the school when LJ said he'd bring her back to pick it up, Hope had assumed he intended to stop at a place within a few blocks. The further he drove along however, the more Hope realized he had something more detailed than just dinner in mind.

With each mile marker they passed, Hope's anxiety grew. Looking across to LJ to try and gauge any hint of his intentions, all she saw was the same steely-eyed focus she'd quickly grown accustomed to.

"You must be in the mood for something special to drive this far out?" she folded her arms and said, trying to make conversation.

"Yes...yes I am," LJ looked over and smiled without elaborating further.

When LJ turned off at the exit that was only two miles from her home, a cold jolt ripped through Hope's spine. Realizing she'd eaten at most of the restaurants along that strip, suddenly Hope was confronted with the fact that someone she knew might see her with LJ.

Sitting there in the passenger seat, Hope was forced to face the fact that LJ had steadily become her little dirty secret, the one man that had truly tapped into her most primal of needs and she feared if anyone saw her with him, they'd see her for what she was. In her own litte way, Hope had tried to compartmentalize LJ and the rest of her life into two distinctly different worlds, but suddenly those worlds were about crash headlong into the other.

When LJ eventually did turn into one of those bistro's parking lot, Hope knew she was helpless, both in a literal and a figurative sense, to do anything but go along for the ride.

"Have you ever been here before?" LJ asked Hope once he'd backed into a parking spot facing the front door.

"Yeah..a few times..not since I came back home though," she replied, her head spinning as she sat there, trying to picture how the night might end.

Her body exhausted and reeling from the paces LJ had already put her through, Hope reached for the door handle to get out, but LJ didn't budge from his seat. Instead he just sat there in an almost trance-like state, surveying the surroundings as dusk fell over the town.

Hope watched as several people came and went, entering and leaving the restaurant over the next few minutes before LJ finally snapped himself out of his self-induced fog.

"Ready to go?" he asked Hope as if nothing had happened.

There was tension, albeit unspoken, from the instant LJ and Hope walked inside. While the place wasn't overly formal, it wasn't exactly casual either and the sight of a man in basketball warm-ups and a woman in a plain blouse and skirt did cause some stares from the patrons sitting around the dining area. Even in a place as supposedly liberal as the Bay Area, the fact that it was also a black man with a white woman in the otherwise white bread surroundings probably played a role as well.

Taking a seat as the waitress handed them their menus, whether real or imagined, Hope felt what amounted to 30 sets of eyes on her. LJ seemed totally unfazed by it all, but sitting there without her panties as the man's semen dried on the insides of her thighs, Hope felt naked and horribly self-conscious as she tried to concentrate on the entree choices. Thankfully, as she stole a peek or two around the room, she didn't see anyone she recognized.

Within five minutes of entering the restaurant, LJ had latched on to two potential foils for his plan. "Gawkers" he called them.

One was a blonde guy that looked to be in his late 20's who was sitting with a couple of other guys over at the bar. LJ had caught him several times looking over at he and Hope sitting there with a somewhat perturbed and bothered expression on his face. Figuring that guy was too far away to maximum the effect of his plan, LJ decided to concentrate his efforts on the man who was sitting directly across at a slight diagonal angle facing he and Hope. The man appeared to be in his mid 40's and was having dinner with his Wife. LJ could feel the weight of the man's stare over his left shoulder and each time he turned to subtly measure the man's intent, LJ could see all the tell-tale non-verbal signs he'd grown use to in similar situations.

The waitress had also sparked LJ's interest. The tall, auburn-haired girl appeared to be a college grad student and had the name 'Shelly' on her tag. Instantly striking up a rapport with the server, LJ could feel the jealousy glow from several of the other men in the room as the waitress giggled and blushed at several of his open advances. Ever perceptive, at some point Hope started to realize what LJ was up to.

The meal delivered, LJ heartily dug in. Even though she was famished, Hope was so anxious all she could do was pick at her salad and nibble around the edges of her entree as the hustle and bustle of the dinner rush swirled around her.

"I'm gonna talk to a few real estate agents next week...maybe set up a meeting or two to look at the properties that seem to fall within our budget," Hope offered, trying to make some small talk and get the next phase of the project on track.

"That'll be fine...I've got a game Friday night but pretty much the entire weekend free..I'd really like to slip by a couple of those properties this weekend and see them before the agent gives us a tour...just to give us a chance to take a look around and see some of the things they might not necessarily want to show us," LJ replied before wiping his mouth with the napkin.

Watching LJ give another wink and nod to Shelly when she came to refill their drinks, all Hope could do was nod and tell LJ, "That's fine."

With a much better sightline to see the married man off to LJ's side, it also wasn't lost on Hope when she saw his reaction to LJ being so fresh with the waitress. Sensing the man's gnawing jealousy as well as her own burgeoning inner slut, Hope gave the man a wry smile and suggestive wink as if to say she was completely onboard with LJ's overtures.

"Do you know him?" LJ asked when he sensed Hope starting to play along.

"No," she replied.

"Good," LJ slowly rattled the ice around his glass. "Then we can have a little fun."

Grabbing Hope's left hand with his right, LJ pulled it towards him then sensuously kissed the back of it before allowing her to pull her hand back. It was a romantic gesture that created a surreal juxtaposition to what the couple was about to do next. Leaning across the table, LJ whispered something into Hope's ear before sitting down. Turning his head back to the man beside him who'd all but given up trying to enjoy his meal, LJ cracked a smile in the guy's direction before winking to Hope.

So swept up in the moment, Hope kicked off her shoe then raised her right foot off the floor and placed it against LJ's crotch. For the next few minutes, she proceeded to massage LJ's cock with her heel and toes under the table while he ate his dinner. The subtle and mostly hidden act wasn't lost on the suddenly nervous waitress either when she returned to check on everything. LJ made a mental note right then to come back alone to the restaurant one night to see if Shelly was working.

Casting his eye over to the anonymous man's Wife for the first time to size her up, LJ felt another shot of adrenaline sweep through his body when he spent the next 20 seconds of so committing her specs to memory. Seemingly close to the same age as her Husband, she was a little on the heavyset side but it was well proportioned and LJ spent a few extra breaths admiring her ample bosom from the side. She had medium length blonde hair with a few highlights, and when he looked hard enough, he could see just the faint traces of some early gray. There didn't seem to be a hint of pretentiousness about the woman, and LJ almost felt guilty he was even incorporating her into his little ditty, but she was essential for it's full effect.

LJ's initial impression was that the woman didn't have any clue about the interplay between He, Hope and her Husband. She did seem somewhat bewildered by the sudden change in her Husband's demeanor, but considering the amount of time they'd probably been together, the woman brushed it off without a word and returned to her meal.

Allowing his gaze to wander down to the woman's legs under the table, LJ could see she had black hose on, always a favorite of his. He spent the next few seconds trying to guess whether they were a sheer pair of black thigh-highs perhaps or just a run of the mill black pantyhose. He guessed pantyhose, but for just an instant he was tempted to reach over and stick his hand right between the woman's legs to check for sure.

"Too fine of an establishment to do that," LJ smirked to himself before casting the woman's Husband another sly and knowing smile.

Giving Hope's foot a good squeeze with his right hand as she nuzzled it against his crotch, LJ could feel his cock pulsing like hot lead as it grew along the inside of his thigh.

As the next few minutes played out, LJ began to think he wouldn't get the opportunity to use the second suggestion he'd whispered into Hope's ear. Deciding to order dessert to buy a little extra time, not to mention satisfy his sweet tooth, LJ got the break he was looking for when the man's wife must have gotten a little ansty waiting for her husband to finish his meal. LJ overheard her tell the guy she was going to 'freshen up' ".

Dropping his fork down beside the pastry he was halfway through, LJ ears perked up when he saw the woman stand out of the corner of his eye before she walked across the dining room floor to the restroom. Looking over at Hope and giving her another wink, LJ eased her wedged foot off his groin, stood up and followed the married woman to the bathroom.

Even though he had absolutely no intention of doing anything other than going to take a leak, LJ could feel the man's gaze burning a hole in his back as he walked away, pretty sure the man thought LJ was going to make some sort of move on his Wife. LJ half expected the man to follow him, just to make sure nothing was going to happen, but before he could, Hope did something that paralyzed the guy in his seat.

Just a few days earlier, the sheer thought of what she was about to do would have utterly revolted Hope. What LJ had unleashed inside her however had opened some sort of carnal floodgate to her psyche, and Hope felt powerless to stop it even if she'd wanted to. Knowing the man to her right was sitting there thinking LJ had followed his Wife to the bathroom with the sole purpose of seducing her, she could see the look of jittery angst etched across his chubby face, but he'd yet to bring himself to go check on her. Before he had a chance, Hope reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress under the table. Sensing no one else in the restaurant was in the immediate sightlines, Hope raised her dress all the way up to her crotch and exposed her panty-less pussy for the disbelieving man to see. 

Even though it was shrouded somewhat by the shadow of the table, the man could clearly see the holy mess LJ had made of Hope's genitals back in the school gym an hour or so earlier. It took the guy's eyes a few seconds to adjust as Hope spread her legs for him, but once they did he could clearly see the residue of LJ's semen caking her entire crotch. His Adam's Apple visibly quivered seeing how the woman's glistening and stretched labia were stained with the black man's cum, not to mention how it had matted like several white pearls inside her dense pubic fleece. Shamefully allowing his gaze to sweep all over Hope's vaginal expanse, he could even see how LJ's seed had seeped out and covered Hope's pale white and freckled upper thighs.

A naughty jolt of lurid indecency suddenly buzzed through Hope, and she found herself reaching under the table and spreading her pussy lips apart just to show the stranger how far LJ had opened her up.

Just as quickly as she'd raised her skirt, Hope pulled it back down and jerked her gaze away from the man's frozen stare. A few seconds later his Wife sauntered back from the bathroom, none the wiser.

It was clear from the ash-white expression on the man's face, his blood pressure had risen to dangerous levels. Even Hope said a private prayer for the man when she heard how difficult it was for him to make small talk with his Wife once she'd sat back down. A minute or so later, LJ returned from the restroom and when he saw the shit-eating grin on Hope's face to go with the look of delusion in the other man's stare, LJ knew his plan had gone off without a hitch.

"Let's pay and get out of here," LJ smiled, making sure the couple beside them could hear.

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Walking arm in arm with LJ out of the restaurant, Hope leaned her full weight against him as they glided back to his SUV. She knew he'd made eyes at the waitress inside and the plan he'd hatched the humiliate the man in front of his Wife was patently obscene and deplorable under any normal circumstance. Still, as she cinched her grip tight around LJ's waist as he led her to his vehicle, from the sustenance filling her belly to the radiant glow still emanating from her womb, for better or worse Hope couldn't deny that every physical and psychological need she had was met by the man walking beside her. 

When he opened the back door on the driver's side instead of the front one, Hope knew the evening wasn't over quite yet. Looking down and seeing the bulging ridge of LJ's erection along the thigh of his pants, she had a pretty good idea what was going to happen once they got inside.

A charge of excitement surged through Hope's core when her right arm grazed against the protruding front of LJ's pants as she stepped up into the backseat. Despite the encroaching coolness of the early evening, Hope could feel the warmth once again growing between her legs as she waited for LJ to join her.

Once he'd settled in beside her and closed the door, Hope instinctively swung her left leg over LJ's right before the two began fondling each other. Instantly feeling any inhibition she might have felt melt away when his lips and hands started to roam over her body, Hope could see people coming and going through the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Feeling somewhat shielded by the SUV's tinted windows, the longer she sat there in his arms, the more everything seemed to turn to bliss.

Before she knew it, LJ had slid her body up on top of his lap and hiked her dress all the way up to her waist, allowing the chilly night air to cascade around her bare, panty-less crotch.

"He's got the window down," she thought to herself, feeling the breeze rush in.

Holding her in place with her back flush against his chest, LJ reached around and groped Hope's breasts through her top as he tenderly chewed his lips up and down the left side of her neck. Her gaze focused straight ahead now facing the front door of the restaurant, suddenly Hope understood why LJ was insistent on backing into the stall.

Going weightless for a couple of seconds when LJ slid his left hand under her rear end while raising her up with his right, Hope held her breath and bit down on the inside of her cheek knowing what was next. Clutching the headrest of the seat in front of her with both hands, Hope could feel LJ's warm breath against the back of her neck as she trembled in wait.

"OHHHHH........AAAHHHH," she winced when the golfball sized head of LJ's dick collided with her puffed labia.

Even though he'd already fucked her twice, Hope knew that treacherous moment of penetration would be something she'd always have to grin and bear each time they made love. The fact that he'd taken her from behind in the shower, or only hours earlier in the missionary position on the unforgiving hardwood floor of the gym was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. Even though LJ had been difficult enough to accommodate the first two times, sitting on the top of his lap now, when LJ allowed gravity to take over and her full weight slowly settled down on his jutting phallic spear, Hope felt as if she was being ripped in two as she dug her fingers into the upholstery of the headrest in front of her. Thankfully for her, the semen LJ had already deposited inside her combined with her own natural juices to provide enough lubrication when he gradually began slicing his cock upwards into her womb.

Having been the victim of a sexually stunted youth, this was the first time in 35 years Hope found herself making out in a parked car. Considering the doors LJ had opened for her over the past 48 hours however, Hope somehow knew nothing would ever been taboo for her again. Sitting in the backseat of a black man's SUV, in the middle of a well lit and well traveled parking lot with his dick plunged deep into the bowels of her vagina, all Hope could do was hold on tight as he squeezed her breasts and hammered his groin into her behind.

Having learned the hard way two days earlier just how much stamina LJ possessed after shooting his initial wad, Hope knew he could fuck her for as long as he wanted there in the backseat. She also knew she'd be sore and raw for several days to come, but Hope knew she'd somehow keep coming back. Thankfully after he'd penetrated her, LJ took his time and allowed Hope to settle herself in such a vulnerable position, only jabbing his dick hard every few thrusts just to make sure she knew he was still in control.

Each time she looked up, Hope found it surreal to see all the people coming and going through the parking lot, completely unaware of what was going on inside the tan SUV. Her eyes blurry from the delirium sweeping through her skull, Hope could feel every ridge, bump and vein lining LJ's penis as it burrowed ever deeper into her tight and pulsing vaginal sheath.

It took about five minutes or so after LJ had penetrated her for Hope to truly grasp the full extent of his plan. Knowing LJ had a clear view through the front windshield as he rested his chin on her right shoulder, they watched together as the couple from inside exited the restaurant and began walking back to their car, which happened to be parked two stalls to the right of LJ's vehicle.

The placid and gentle way LJ had been fucking her suddenly ceased and after a low, gurgling groan left his throat, Hope immediately felt the urgency and pace of his thrusts increase. Within a few seconds, Hope was holding on for dear life as she bounced like a ragdoll on top of LJ in the backseat. 

In the recesses of her mind, Hope remembered how distant LJ had been when they first got to the restaurant, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen. Even though she didn't think about it at the time, the thing that seemed to pull him out of that fog was when the car parked two spaces away and that same couple stepped out and walked inside eat. Looking over and seeing how he'd strategically rolled the window on that side all the way down, Hope felt her skin crawl with depraved want realizing all this was part of LJ's plan from the start.




The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 04



It seemed as if LJ made a point of hurling his dick a little harder into Hope's snatch with each step closer the couple took to their car. Hope could sense the man and woman still didn't have a clue what was happening in the SUV, but knew it wouldn't be long before they did. Doing the best she could to quell the moans rising in her throat, it was a losing battle considering LJ showed no desire in slowing his assault. The fierce sound of his crotch smacking against Hope's ass filled the cab of the vehicle and she was pretty sure it was also spilling out the open window, to the whole world outside as her pussy strained and spasmed around LJ's impaling shaft.

"BOUNCE BABY...BOUNCE," LJ leaned forward and grunted into Hope's ear, using his powerful hands to literally wrench the woman's body up and down until Hope collapsed face first into the back support of the seat in front of her.

By then the married couple had taken note of the rustling sound of flesh meeting flesh coming from inside the SUV. While it did take the woman a few seconds in the dark to recognize Hope and LJ from inside the restaurant, not to mention convince her sensibilities as to what exactly was going on, her Husband knew immediately what was unfolding inside the jerking vehicle. Bowing his head, the man tried taking his Wife by the arm to get her in the car so they could quickly drive away.

The cosmic timing however couldn't have been more perfect. The man and wife were still standing there trying to collect their wits when Hope came. Even though her mind, and her various body parts were flailing in a million different directions as her very public release tore through her, she was able to steal of tangible glance or two at the man and woman and could see the mesmerized look from the carnal display they were witnessing. The couple gave every impression of two loving, decent, God-fearing people, but even they weren't able to pull their eyes away from a woman who was in such violent throws of passion.

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Sitting in the darkened cabin of his SUV with Hope draped and squirming on top of him, LJ knew the couple outside couldn't see him. With his face resting just above Hope's shoulder, LJ could clearly see them in the well lit lot. He'd driven Hope out to the restaurant with only a sketch of a plan in his head. If all he'd got was a good meal out of the trip, LJ knew he could live with that. When circumstances aligned allowing him to fill a much less wholesome hunger however, LJ wasn't going to leave anything on the plate, and somehow things had worked out better than he could have ever imagined.

Studying the look on the Husband's face as he finally managed to open the passenger side door to his car and usher his stunned Wife inside, LJ watched intently as they backed out of the space and headed for the exit.

Still quivering until she went limp on his lap, LJ patted his huge hands down Hope's curved and twisting spine before whispering into her ear that everything was going to be OK. Looking up one last time before the married couple's car left the lot, LJ swore he could see the woman inside cast one last furtive stare back as her Husband drove away. It was then he shot what lust that was still boiling in his balls deep into Hope's churning and flared womb.

Collecting Hope in his arms and easing her dress back down to its proper position, LJ helped the spent woman stretch out on the bench seat before he slipped behind the wheel.

"Let''s meet up sometime Saturday morning real early..maybe take a trip out to look at some of those properties before we set up a meeting with an agent," LJ said at some point during the drive back to the school to get Hope's car.

"Sure," Hope managed to sigh, her voice exhausted and haggard as she rested like a thunderstruck child in the backseat.

PART 5 to come...



The Debauchery of Hope Ch. 05



Thankfully it was warm for a Mid-Winter Saturday morning. The 25 minute drive out to the property they were looking at had been picturesque for LJ and Hope, especially with the sun steadily rising to the East as they headed out of town. They both had to remind themselves as tranquil as the trip had been, it was done at 8am on a Saturday morning when most any other time it would certainly be a lot more time consuming.

The property itself seemed to be exactly what they were looking for. It was a shade under 20 acres with about half the land cleared, a house that was situated well off the road and even a lake that was stocked with fish, not to mention a barn and a couple of buildings already raised. The catch was the property had been the site of a rather large scale meth operation that several law enforcement agencies had raided over a year earlier, and the place had been sitting vacant ever since.

The house itself was in pretty good shape. The people that had been running the operation had thankfully kept the rambunctiousness taking place on other parts of the property from spilling over to their living space. There had also been a professional hazmat clean-up crew that had come in and dealt with the barn and sheds where they were cooking the meth. The only real issues were the dog kennels where the previous tenants had been running a small scale dog fighting/breeding operation, along with the year's worth of grassy overgrowth around the house. 

With the asking price for the property being so cheap, the main hurdle LJ foresaw was the perceived stigma that might come with buying a place with such an infamous past for the young kids in his project. Frankly, LJ reasoned, it wasn't any worse than many of the neighborhoods they already called home.

Walking through the two foot high weeds towards the front porch of the house, LJ hoped a full year's worth of bad news about all the other things in the world might dull peoples' memories of what the property had been known for.

"So what do you think?" LJ asked as he paced across the creaky planks of the porch.

"I think we better rebuild the porch if you and all the kids are going to be hanging out on here," Hope laughed. "Seriously...I think the place had potential. You were hinting that this place had some baggage along with it?"

"We'll get into that while we take a look around," LJ replied before stealing a peek inside the dusty front window. 

"Looks livable inside," he added.

"Alright...let's go down there towards the barn and the kennels and see what type of shape they're in," LJ sighed a few seconds later.

"OK," Hope followed along, gradually wishing she'd worn pants instead of a long dress as the morning chill continued to work on her.

The physical toll of what LJ had put her body through over the past five days continued to haunt Hope's frame each time she took a step. She could feel the muscles in her legs, side and back grumble as she followed LJ around the house to the backyard. She did manage a slight internal chuckle seeing how LJ walked ever so gingerly as well, and felt a jolt of silly pride course through her realizing she'd put a few miles on his tires over the past few days as well.

"What's that smell?" Hope spoke up as the glistening dew from the weeds gradually coated her skirt and shoes.

"That's part of the reason this land is so cheap," LJ offered as he kept walking. "About a year and a half ago the Feds busted a pretty big meth operation out here. From what I read they were cooking the stuff down there in the barn and storing it in those sheds...I think they also had a pretty big pot crop down there on the other side of the fence along with some Michael Vick type stuff going on with the dogs down in the kennels."

"Geez...not exactly a place you want your kids wandering around," Hope sighed.

"Yep..it's gonna need some work but its do-able," LJ replied before casually pitching a rock down the hill towards the lake.

Turning towards the kennels, Hope's heart broke thinking about what the animals who lived there must have endured during their stay. While a hazmat crew had cleaned up the meth mess, no one had seemed to take the time to clean up much of the remnants remaining in and around the dog pens. Thankfully in the 18 months since the dogs had been rescued, time along with a lot of fresh air had dulled much of the scent. 

Easing past the caged living quarters, LJ and Hope slowly entered the makeshift office in the back of the kennel and looked out the rear window to see the pit that had been cut into the woods where the dogs actually fought. LJ spent several moments trying to put his head around the carnage that had taken place in that ring along with what he could potentially put there like a basketball court or a garden.

Hope, on the other hand, had her attention focused on something in the room adjacent to the office.

"What are those? she asked LJ against her better judgment, pointing at several medieval looking contraptions gathering dust to her right.

"....Uh...," LJ paused, unsure exactly how to tell Hope, or even if he should, what those things were for.

"She's a 35 year old woman..I think she can handle it," a voice inside his head finally chided.

"I think that's what they call 'rape stands' in the dog fighting world..at least that's what the reporters talked about when they were busting the place," LJ offered, unable to look Hope directly in the eyes as a visible wave of disgust washed through the woman standing aghast in front of him.

Seeing Hope's arms hang limply down to each side as the gears worked inside her head trying to process what he'd told her, LJ somehow tried to fill the awkward silence.

"If you've ever seen two dogs have sex..its not a pretty thing...barbaric almost..just primal animalistic lust..that overriding need to reproduce.....add in the nature of those types of dogs and I guess they need things like....," LJ continued on until Hope put her hands up to her face and gestured as if she wanted him to stop.

"Let's just take a walk up to the barn...see how good of a job those clean-up crews did getting the place inhabitable," LJ said gently before extending his arm around Hope's shoulder and leading her out of the kennels.

The first thing to strike Hope as she walked side by side with LJ up the grassy hill was how much the residual smell of chemicals increased the closer they got to the barn. The second thing she noticed were several strands of dry-rotted yellow police tape blowing in the braches of the trees beside the barn. It was certainly a place she would have never found on her own, but like so many of the boundaries LJ had pushed her across, both real and imagined over the past few days, Hope dutifully followed him inside when he pushed the barn door open.

"Wow..you could park a couple cars in here," LJ quickly surmised as he surveyed the empty surroundings.

There was definitely a scent of the barn's previous life still wafting through the air but LJ guessed that could be mitigated by simply opening up the doors and allowing the old air to circulate out for a few days. Stalking around the dirt floor the same way he did that day back in the empty gymnasium, Hope felt the insides of her thighs start to tingle as she watched LJ methodically size the place up. Not even realizing she was doing it, Hope clutched her left hand into a fist on that side of her waist as an all too familiar warmth began to fill her.

Sensing the sudden shift coming from Hope, LJ turned and stared straight at her. Taking the four steps that separated him and her, LJ tenderly nestled his hands around the back of Hope's waist then leaned down and kissed her passionately on the lips. Feeling the woman's body instantly swoon then melt against his chest, LJ rolled his tongue into Hope's mouth and the two french kissed for several minutes in the empty barn before LJ finally pulled back and effortlessly spun Hope's body halfway around. Gently nudging her towards the far wall of the barn, LJ fully intended to lift Hope's dress up and fuck her right there the same way he did in the shower a few days earlier. 

The early morning sunlight shining softly through the planks of the barn's walls, just before Hope reached the point of no return she turned out of nowhere to face LJ. Stretching up on her tippy-toes and kissing him once again on the lips, Hope somehow managed the strength to look the towering man in the eyes.

"...No......Not here..I want...I want to try something else," her voice stuttered as if from a very distant place. 

With that Hope turned and like a wayward spirit, disappeared out the barn door.

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Hope was already 30 feet out of the barn by the time LJ had strolled to the door. A puzzled but fascinated look gleamed across his face as he watched the woman walk through the dew covered field. Seeing her initially make her way towards the main house, for a second LJ thought maybe Hope was planning on breaking inside for some sort of illicit encounter with him, or maybe to see if the bathroom still works.

"Maybe she just wants to make love in the field..like in those dime store romance novels," LJ laughed before he set off to follow Hope, wherever she was headed. 

About 150 feet behind her now, LJ stopped in his tracks when he saw Hope turn towards the dog kennels and disappear inside.

"Did she leave something in there maybe?" LJ wondered to himself as he quickened his pace.

When he finally did slip inside the kennel and ease down the narrow corridor to the office in the back, LJ quickly realized the depth of what Hope wanted to do went way beyond anything ever covered in a Harlequin plot.

Just as he'd done back on Tuesday in the locker room shower at the school, LJ stared down at a pile of Hope Andrews' discarded clothes. Gently kicking at the dress, sweater, shoes, bra and panties to convince himself all this was real, LJ turned to the right and saw the woman's pale white frame kneeling in the shadows. His eyes still adjusting to the dimly lit space, LJ shook his head several times just knowing his gaze had to be deceiving him.

Hope was on her knees in a somewhat awkward position with her rear end facing him. LJ could see how hands gripped to something to each side of her bowed head as she knelt there being as silent and motionless as she could, knowing full well however that LJ was now standing in the office watching.

Somehow Hope had taken her place on one of the breeding stations she'd asked LJ about just minutes earlier. The unmistakable symbolic meaning hit LJ like a ton of bricks, and even for someone as cool, calculating and unflappable as he fancied himself to be, LJ had to gather himself for a few seconds before he walked up behind Hope.

Reaching his right hand down as he approached Hope from the side, LJ ever so softly traced his fingertips up and down the woman's arched spinal column. Feeling Hope's skin shiver as he gracefully rubbed her back, LJ eventually knelt down, extended his right arm around Hope's shoulders and kissed her on the back of the neck.

Nuzzling his mouth down to the left side of Hope's swaying head, LJ kissed her several times on the nape of her neck before whispering into her ear.

"You don't have to do ....," he started before Hope defiantly shook her head and interrupted.

"Fuck me," she told him in the most certain of terms. "Like this LJ.....I want you to fuck me right here...just like this!"

All LJ could do was rest there on his knees for several seconds, stunned as he allowed Hope's desperate plea to absorb into his brain. On one hand LJ couldn't deny how much he'd enjoyed pulling the inner slut from deep within Hope's moral core. To literally see the monster he'd created naked and perched on her knees, begging him to fuck her on the same breeding device some very bad men had used to mate their dogs sent chills through someone even as battle tested as he was. LJ also couldn't escape the fact that he'd bonded on so many levels other than sexually since he'd met Hope, so to see her in that obscenely surreal pose caused him to vacillate for nearly a minute as he contemplated what to do.

"....Please LJ...please fuck me," Hope voice once again rose from the floor, weak in it's tone but it's insistence clear.

Looking down seeing the way Hope had buried her right hand between her thighs, slapping it hard against her creamy and soaked pussy, LJ reached down and started to unbuckle his pants. A stone cold look of purpose etched in his narrowed brown pupils, LJ methodically kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants as Hope quivered below.

Naked from the waist down, LJ figured there was no sense shedding his shirt as he stepped his right leg over Hope's back and straddled his feet to each sde of her kneeling frame. Staring straight down and the freckles dotting Hope's back, LJ softly patted his hand down on the back of her head before rubbing it across her shoulders as she trembled between his knees.

Slapping the thick shaft of his fully aroused cock down between Hope's shoulder blades, stepping backwards slowly, LJ scrubbed the golf ball sized head of it down her spine until it nestled between her pale white asscheeks. Clamping his right hand between Hope's thighs, LJ raised his open palm straight up to her crotch and quickly felt his skin become saturated with her warm and dripping vaginal juices.

His head dizzy as his hand absorbed the physical manifestation of Hope's taboo arousal, LJ quickly rubbed the oily secretions over the bulging slab of his manhood before pressing is groin flush against Hope's raised and waiting rear-end. The warmth of the woman's crotch billowing backwards against his balls, LJ briskly positioned his knees to each side of Hope before pressing forward.

Any desire or need for foreplay or polite flirtation was out of the question. Hope had placed herself in that exact position for a reason. LJ had opened a door Hope had long kept locked in her psyche and this was somehow the most haunting way to show him just how thankful she was for the joyful perversion he'd unleashed inside her. Everything Hope had to give now stripped bare and offered up on a silver platter, she whispered her thanks to God when she felt LJ shove his cock deep into her welcoming quim.

Hope's head arched backwards and her bones seemed to turn to rubber when LJ slammed his dick into her convulsing vagina. Placing his left hand down on Hope's waist to steady his thrusting angle, LJ clamped his right around the back of her neck as he began ruthlessly bucking forward.

"Wrap your hands around the frame Hope...you want the real experience don't you?" LJ snarled down to her, and that was all that was said for several minutes as he repeated what every other male dog had done to a bitch in heat on that very same spot.

His rhythmic friction established inside Hope, LJ allowed himself a few seconds to let the gloriously surreal nature of the scene around him to sink in. Looking out the window on the far wall of the kennel's office, LJ could see the lake at the bottom of the property. The timing couldn't have been more perfect as several fish jumped to the surface for some insects as the early morning sun glistened like glitter on the lake. A cozy tide of warmth swept through LJ as the image took him back to the rural southern farm he grew up on. Right then he decided he was going to buy that property. 

The entire time LJ was mentally making the decision to buy the place, the rest of him was on primal auto-pilot as he continued driving his cock into Hope from behind. Hope's moans filled the dusty and cramped space to the point of echoing off all the metal surrounding them, and LJ could see the woman's bare feet bouncing like yo-yo's to each side as he relentlessly slammed his groin into her now beet red ass.

Her vaginal juices splashing from her cunt after each one of LJ's churning and brutal downward thrusts, the intensity and volume of Hope's moans increased until the small kennel couldn't contain them.

"Advantages to having a place where there's no one else around for a mile on all sides," LJ thought to himself as he placed his hands around each side of Hope's waist and impaled her pussy repeatedly on his stabbing cock.

Tilting forward, feeling as if Hope was somehow trying to suck him all the way up inside her, LJ pressed his chest down on her back. Extending his hands down and clamping them over Hope's as she clutched desperately to the stand's rickety frame, the device buckled under the ungodly strain of the couple's writhing bodies. Draped over her now like a big, black bear, LJ nuzzled his lips down to the lobe of Hope's right ear.

"Take it..take it all Hope...ahhhh..ahhhhh..you wanted me to fuck you like a bitch..you wanted to know what it felt like to be a slut...you got what you wanted didn't you...," LJ hissed, filling the woman's head with his viciously succient and prophetic words until she was left with no other option but to cum right there beneath him.

"AAAAHHHHHHH.... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH ...YEESSSSSSSSSSSAAAHHHHH GGGGOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD," she wailed, the shrill screams of her release shooting out in all directions across the secluded property, causing a small flock of birds to scatter into the sky, even a few squirrels to curiously raise their heads as her voice echoed hauntingly through the woodline.

On and on it went until Hope blood curdling shrieks of feminine bliss were joined by the baritone groans of LJ busting his raging nut inside her.

Scooping his hands up the length of Hope's straining arms, in a flash LJ cinched his grip around her swinging breasts as he dumped his boiling seed deep into Hope's thirsty cunt. His entire weight crouched down on top of Hope, LJ thrashed like bucking bronco, saturating the pulsing walls on the screaming woman's vagina. Hope nipples feeling like two ripe cheeries pressing against his palms, LJ continued to pump his cock in and out of her until she finally went limp beneath him.

The volume and frequency of their collective groans gradually subsiding, LJ wrapped his arms all the way around Hope and spent the next few minutes simply hugging her naked and trembling body from behind. Not a word was spoken between the two as LJ secured his grip around her chest then carefully rolled her to the side, then off the crudely constructed stand. Kissing Hope with a tenderness belying the carnal indeceny he'd just put her body through, LJ traced his fingers softly up and down the goosepimpled of Hope's arm as she cried and cuddled for warmth beside him.

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There she was 10 months later, sitting in LJ's lap and gently patting him on the chest as he watched the football game in his recliner. With Hope's approval, he'd put a bid in on the property a few days after their morning squares in the kennel and it was quickly accepted. By late Winter they were busy getting the place spruced up and livable for the kids in LJ's program.

Looking through the sliding glass door, Hope could see several of LJ's students playing football in the field beside the house, as well as a couple of the boys walking down the hill towards the lake with the fishing poles LJ had bought them. It was the pure definition of idyllic.

The 8 month bulge of her pregnant belly only added to the perfection of the moment on that lazy Saturday afternoon. Leaning over to kiss LJ on the lips as he rubbed his hand over her rounded stomach, Hope Addison found herself taking quite nicely to her new lease on life, just as she had to every other door of physical and spiritual freedom her new Husband had opened for her.....

THE END

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