0 comments/ 143798 views/ 43 favorites The Power of Black By: snowbunny1978 I am a forty-three year old office manager, mother, divorced for three years and a man hater well until I met Jerome. I was having a bad day at the office in the morning settling a dispute between two females that around two in the afternoon the migraine had the best of me. I went home to hoping to fix it. As I was headed to my bedroom I had to pass Heather's bedroom. Heather by the way is my only child. Seeing her door closed was nothing new. What was new was hearing, "Yes, yes Jerome, fuck me deep like you do mom. Ohoooo, that feels so wonderful. No wonder she gushes like she does. Your cock is awesome." I froze, my head began to pound, my heart took off, and my female instincts took over as I charged into the room just to hear and see my daughter orgasm. My mouth was opening in the process of saying, "You black son off a B....!" I froze at what I saw. My daughter had her legs spread apart, knees up, masturbating with one hand while shoving a huge black dildo into her vagina with the other hand. The shock of seeing that, the smell of a female in heat shoving the thick black toy all covered with her juices into her private place, the sounds of her moaning, no man in the room other than imaginary, caused me to faint. When I recovered I was on the floor, several pillows under my feet, a cold wash cloth on my forehead, with my daughter's head at the bottom of my boobs crying. I then closed my eyes and was thinking how to handle the situation. Surprisingly my migraine was gone. I decided I'd better not be mad, that I'd better console her, remembering how she was conceived in the heat of the moment some twenty-two years earlier. As I was laying there I remembered desiring some of the black guys on campus to take me to bed so I could experience their supposedly superior women pleaser. I patted the back of her head, covered in soft silky smooth blond hair which I had not felt in years. "Heather I know you are feeling terrible and embarrassed. Relax it's no big deal. I just thought Jerome was in here cheating and two-timing me. What you were doing is normal for many of us. That is how I have pleased myself since your father and I divorced. At least four times a week I make myself feel good either in bed or the shower. I have toys too, but not the size of yours, wow, except for Jerome when he pleases me with his." "Babe come up her and let me hold you. It's been years since I held you close." Heather moved, sniffling, whipping the tears as see turned with the saddest look. I stretched out my arm so she could lay on it. When she did I turned into her and help brush the tears. She was in her short pink terry robe. As I was using the finger tips to wipe the tears she said, "Mom I'm sorry..." "Shhhh babe, I'm sorry for busting in on you. If I had not heard Jerome's name I might have stood in the hall and masturbated along with you. It must have been feeling really good." "Oh mom I love you. Thanks for not killing me and understanding." I began to trace Heather's lips with my finger tip. They looked so soft and succulent calling to be kissed. Whoops getting ahead of myself. Rewind a few years back. Mark, my ex was paying less and less attention on taking care of my needs. I was giving him the benefit of the doubt from office pressure, difficult sales, and shrinking commissions until I picked up his shirts from the laundry one morning on my way to work. Attached to the plastic protectors was an envelope. On the outside it read: Found in pocket maybe important. I opened to find a regular piece of paper and on it were dates. I then took a closer look and it began: Hi sweetie, Here are the dates of my layovers for the next month. If the flight is delayed I will call and leave you a message. If you do not have a message by 5PM you know my flight is on time. I will be wet and horny for that thing that turns me inside out. Until later Lover, Angie I sat in the car shocked. When I recovered I laid my head back and thought. Now I know why he did not have any energy to take care of me. I called in to the office and told them I would be in after lunch. Was he in town with her or out like he said on sales calls? Maybe that is why the commissions are down. He is not selling. He is making her feel good instead of me? What does her pussy have that makes it better than mine? I decided to screw him. I hired a lawyer and a PI; by the next afternoon we had the dirt I was hoping to find. I gave the PI the car description and plate number. He followed Mark from work that day to the bitches hotel, got photo's of them in the cocktail lounge in lovey-dovey embraces, inside of an elevator as the doors closed, and the in the morning leaving the hotel for work. The photos were stamped time and date. The bitch looked to be early twenties, jeez our daughter's age. That evening I took Heather to my mother's place and asked them to sit at the kitchen table. I showed them the pictures and told them I had filed for divorce. I told Heather it would be her decision on how she would deal with her relationship with her father and that I would not interfere being she was old enough to make up her on mind. Both of them sat around, hugged each other and cried. I heard mom tell Heather that some men let their thing between their legs do the thinking for them. We stayed at grandmas that night, slept in the same bed and both of us cried. I told Heather that night, "I hate men. All they want is pussy." By the afternoon then at his office he was given papers showing the dirt with instructions not to contact me and his personal things would be delivered to anywhere he desired by contacting his attorney or mine. The following day my attorney called, said that a moving company would drop off boxes. I was to fill them with his personal things, and have everything in the garage, in boxes to be picked up the following week. Heather and I packed his things over the weekend. Two months later, Heather received a letter from her father saying he did a very stupid thing and understood if she did not want anything to do with him. He left her with contacts. A week later Heather told me she had sent him an e-mail telling him it had broken her heart but that she still loved him as a father and was hurting because it would be different without him around the house. She also told him that she understood my feelings because she had cheating boy friends, it broke her heart but they were not married and life went on. We deduced he had taken a position in the city where his lover was based and with the same company he was employed in our city. It must have been a transfer. The phone number listed was under the name of the local company. Well anyway life did go on with me hating men. They all were cheaters. Six months ago there was this seminar out of the office and downtown. It had a dinner program in the evening and was over by 8PM. My car was in a public ramp near the hotel. Because of the one-way streets I preferred it to the hotel's ramp. Somehow in backing out I did not see the other car backing out. We had a slight tap. I pulled back into the space I was backing out of and the other car did the same. I then proceeded to get out looking at the damage on both cars. As I turned to look at the other car there was this big black man looking at his rear end. I immediately apologized and said I had insurance. I was fear stuck because I did have a few drinks. It must have shown on my face. Misses, I tell you what. If you go down to the bar on the street level and have a drink with me we will forget about this incidence. There is nothing much to be concerned about. A little scratch like that could have happen anywhere. That offer was better than calling the police for an accident report and maybe even a breathalyzer test. I accepted his offer. It was a public bar, downtown, what could happen. Besides he was early thirty looking and to have a man that age look at me was a nice feeling. The place was packed with people. We sat in one of the few last booths available. The booth was black leather and so comfy. After the drink orders were taken he turned in the booth, looked my in the eyes and began asking a zillion questions. I began to answer his questions, the drinks arrived, more questions, more drinks more answers. I was wearing a black leather skirt was knee length that was not confining because of the seminar. As I was sitting there it had ridden up four or five inches above my knees maybe even more. He was a gentleman. He never took his eyes off mine to look at my shapely white legs. By the third drink I think, I felt a hand on my knee. My heart took a leap for a second then relaxed knowing we were in a public place. The fingers kept moving up the inside of my thighs ever so slowly as we were talking. I was warming to the feelings. He placed his head on his right fist with his arm resting on the back of the booth, looking at me as the hand crawled further up under the skirt. My concentration on the topics being talked about was becoming difficult as my mind and body were being distracted by those fingers. I wanted him to go further and then also not. It was a public place. It had been so long since a man had his hand near my sex. I began to make incomprehensible sentences and my breathing was becoming erratic. He moved the arm holding his head around me and pulled me into his body, guiding my head to his chest with his free hand. God his cologne was overwhelming. I felt him exhale warm air onto the top of my head as his chin was resting there and the fingers were now at the juncture of my thigh and body. The hand moved across the top of my mound and when it was in the center of it, he used his whole hand to cup my mound. I moaned, arched and spread my legs as far as the skirt permitted. My panties were soaked. I wanted to say stop but could not get it to come out. He used his middle finger to press my soaked panties into the slit. He began moving the tip of the finger in circles. When the cloth touch my clit, I grabbed his arm, squeezed it with my hand, bit my lower lips to stifle the orgasm racking my body. In the throes of my orgasm, I did not notice fingers going to my mound from my leg opening of the panties on bare flesh. When I realized it, I assumed he was going for the clit. The fingers did not stop at the clit. He buried them in my pussy. I had spread my legs as far as the skirt aloud in the heat of the passion. I grabbed his arm again, and moaned into a napkin. I shuddered and shuddered as he finger fucked me and used his thumb on my clit. I just hoped the patrons did not hear my moans in the napkin or see me shaking in his arms When I had settled I heard, "Let's go back to the car and fuck." I was so worked up from the fingers and not having a cock for so long I readily agreed. He threw money on the table and we staggered out of the bar. I think I staggered because of the awesome cums. We headed to his car. It had darkened windows. We got in the back seat, tongues and hands went flying. Soon we were naked. I then heard, "Get in my lap and fuck me bitch, facing me. Treat this manly size cock to your pussy and treat your pussy to what it was made to have." I crawled into his lap, took the warm black hard rod into my hand and guided it to my furnace. I wanted all of it in me. We both moaned as I lowered myself. Nothing ever filled me like that cock filled me. His mouth inhaled a breast and a hand messed with the other. I did not do many humps before I had the most awesome body crashing orgasm of my life. My clit was rubbed as his cock tried to pull it in to my vagina along with it. My god those few extra inches of a black cock was like night and day or black and white difference in bringing sensations to the clit it never experienced. Not to mention my insides being massaged like never before. There were nerves in there that I did not know existed. I was floating. He asked me if I liked doggie when I recovered partially. I responded with, "Uh Huh." I then heard, "Get on your knees Love and let Jerome give you the pleasure you deserve." We struggled and my head was pressing on the door. I was still feeling awesome. Glowing and strong out ready to cum again as he reached for juices and spread them onto his cock using his long fingers; reaching deep into me for the lubricant that I was generously making. He then slipped his boner up and down from pussy to asshole, into my pussy for a few thrust, then back out for more sliding over my clit and up to the dark hole. I was getting hornier by the minute and then said something I never had asked Mark to do, "Fuck me please Jerome. I need your cock in me again. I feel so empty." I felt him place the head at the entrance to my pussy, gave it a slight shove, pulled it back out and then shoved it into my asshole in one gigantic hard shove. "EEEEIIIII god, take it out, OH god take it out." I was gasping for air and pleading to take it out as his hands came around to my breasts and cupped them. I heard, "Close your eyes and breathe deep. In a few minutes you will have new sensations that you have never experienced and will desire from now on. Only a black cock can do this for you." At the same time I was going, "No...no...no..., Oh god, Ohoo." Tears were streaming from my eyes. As he massaged my breasts, the feeling of pain was abating to one of being stuffed with something huge at my asshole. He did not make any motion to fuck me all this time. He had waited for the anal ring to adjust. I was beginning to relax a tad but still tense assuming there would be pain when he moved. Jerome began to pinch my nipples. They both became rock hard. I was picturing myself as a slut to a black guy with his meat buried in my lily white ass. He then moved a hand to my mound where a finger found the clit. I began to thrust my hips. It was tad tender but the more he fingered the faster I humped. I was shocked at myself. Mark had never visited there. I never would let him. "That's it Love, make this cock give you its precious possession. Show it how much you want a black mans jism in you to leak for days, reminding you of the carnal pleasure your body craves." The nastier he talked the faster I was humping the cock and fucking my own ass on it. I screamed as it hit me. Things went blank and dark. I remembered being moved around. When I was conscious and still panting some, I was clothed. I heard, "Let's stay in touch Love. I put my card in your purse. When you need help to make yourself feel good give me a call." He opened the door, helped me to me car like a drunk. I sat and took many deep breaths. When I decided to pull out his car was gone. I then realized I did not have a bra or panties on either. I looked at the clock in the car and it was 3AM I felt my butt sliding around on his cum leaking from my sore ass and pussy on the leather skirt I had on. I smelled the juices filling the entire car with their scent. I smiled as warmth came over me. I tossed the thoughts and paid attention to traffic signals until pulling into the garage. I reached up under my skirt. God it was a mess and fingered myself to two more cums picturing Jerome eating and fingering me as my forehead was resting on the steering wheel as I leaned forward. I must have fingered myself all night or he had a lot of cum. I was in a huge wet spot in the morning upon awakening. I leaked all day from my ass. Smelling semen was turning me on. My day was a mess, reliving the day before. I managed to get home, poured a glass of wine closed my eyes and vacillated between calling him or forgetting him. He was impossible to forget. Masturbating aggravated the problem. I needed his cock. I decided to wait until the weekend to call. If he wanted to meet I would. I needed his cock to stuff me to make me know what a woman was about. I called him Friday night after work and ended up in his answering machine. I told him my name, left my number and asked if by any chance he found my bra and panties. About 9PM I answered the phone and it was Jerome. I heard, "Hi Love, yes I have your bra and panties and I sleep with them. I will buy you a new set if you desire but kiss these I have bye because they are mine to fill with my juice if you do not keep me empty." My nipples hardened and my pussy lips were swelling from the blood rushing to them hearing what he had said. "So Love tell me how much you need my pussy pleaser and how soon can we get it on?" "Jerome, can you come buy tonight? My daughter is out of town and I am alone. I will leave the garage door open and you can pull in so the neighbors will not get suspicious, say after 10:30?" "Sure Love, I am already hard and have saved for you since the other night. See you soon, Love." I took a shower to freshen but could not stop the leakage. Being off the pill I dug out a diaphragm I used when Mark wanted to eat me at that certain time of the month. I loaded it with spermicide. I put on bikini panties with a liner. I could not believe how horny I was for that cock of Jerome's'. It must have been not having sex with a man for so long. I had wine ready or liquor for whatever he desired. I had a mid-thigh shear robe on and no bra. I knew it would be off in no time. I was standing at the kitchen door when he pulled in. I closed the overhead door and when he stepped into the kitchen he pulled his monster out of his unzipped trouser and said, "Blow me Love." We did not even hug. He placed his hands on the top of my head and pressured for me to go down on my knees. I wanted him so much I dropped onto my knees and while sucking part of the black snake, undid his belt, undid the button and let his trousers fall. He had no underwear on. I played with his hairless balls while having my left hand around his shaft and was still chocking slightly. I heard, "Love I'm getting close. Don't loose a drop, swallow it all." He grunted, stiffened, held my ears with the palm of his hands as he filled my mouth with his hot nut juice, making my cheeks swell before I could swallow the sticky stuff. As soon as he fired the last volley, he lifted me up by placing his fingers under my chin, looked at me and said, "Good bitch now kiss me." We had a tongue duel, he slid my robe off and pinched and rolled the nipples. When we broke the kiss I heard, "Lie on the table, face up but before you do, take them panties off. You will not need them for the rest of the night." I slipped them off and I looked at his cock and it was still rather hard. He had stepped out of his trousers. I lay on my back as he had suggested, with my legs hanging down and looking at the ceiling He pulled a chair up, lifted my legs up and planted my feet on his shoulders, began to eat me along with fucking me with his long black tongue and finger fucking my ass. I was tossing and withering from the attention. His tongue was so much better than my imagination had it. I screamed as the orgasm hit me. The table was shaking so hard it rattled as I thrashed on his mouth and fingers in my ass. I had not even recovered; he stood and turned me around so I was on my stomach, feet touching the floor. He spread my legs with his foot, placed the head of his cock at my pussy and pushed it in slowly until I went, "Oh god." He was pushing on my cervix. I felt good about taking his first cum into my mouth. The next one would be less volume. I would let Mark do that but never swallowed Mark's cum. I would spit it into a towel I had handy. Jerome placed his hands my hips and then enjoyed himself, telling me how tight my pink pussy was, that it loved his cock the way the muscles were gripping it and how he would train it to just desire black cock for the rest of its life. The Power of Black I was going into dreamland as my orgasm took charge listening to him, then feeling him stiffen, stuffing me until the cock eye was at the mouth of my cervix and firing along with his animal sounding growls. When I come to my senses, I was lying on the table in a fetal position. I blinked my eyes wondering what had happened. I looked at the clock on the range and it was 12:30AM. I called his name, there was no answer. I panicked and looked in the garage. His car was gone, the overhead was down. I began to bawl. I gave myself to him, he used me, and I wanted him to stay all night. I was teed off, went to bed. Two weeks went buy and he never called. I was getting hornier by the day. The suspense was getting to me. I happened to pick up a ladies rag and saw, "Why men want sex and not love." I read it in earnest. I hated to admit it but after reading it I forgave Mark my ex. I also decided Jerome wanted sex, not love. I liked his sex offering so I would try to get as much as I could as long as he was willing to use me for his pleasure. I was young enough I would look for love later. I called him then. He answered and I said, "Jerome, I'm horny drop by and take care of me tonight if you are free. Same procedure, pull into the garage." It happened like the last time except he said, "Take me to the bed that your ex pleased himself." When we got into the bedroom he stripped, lowered himself to the bed and asked me to crawl on top and ride him slow. I did as he asked, feeding his massive black cock into my sopping pussy which had craved for it many days. He sucked on my tits alternating as I fucked myself on his cock. It felt so good. I was vocalizing every shove inbound of his cock, filling up nook and cranny of my vagina. Words like, "Yes, Oh god that cock feels so good, Oh god fuck me, Mmmmmm, ohoooo, put the fire out that you started." It went on like that for three orgasms for me then he lifted his hips growled and nearly pulled the nipples from my breast as he fired his semen into me. I was on the pill again by then. I rolled off panting and sweaty. He covered me up saying, "Call me when you are horny again." Once a week after that night I called. We did it every where in the house in all positions imaginable for three months. Now back to the present. Holding Heather and tracing her succulent looking lips desiring to kiss them I asked, "Honey how long have you known about Jerome?" "About two or three months; I came home and there was this car in the garage. I came into the house quietly and listening. You were in the throes of him screwing you in bed. I watched from the hall and had two mini orgasms playing with myself. I knew the next one would be huge and I would scream. I ran back to my car and screamed in the car. I called Angie and asked her if I could stay over. I went and bought that black toy and have been thinking it was him doing me, since. That looked so hot mom. God is it as hot as it looked?" "Well it is awesome but I do not know how it looks. I just know the feeling." I leaned in to kiss Heather on the lips. She smiled back at me and she leaned in to kiss me then. We did that a few time and then placed our arms around each other and stared into each others eyes. I then said, "Heather can you buy a double headed toy like that? We can play and make each other feel good pretending it is Jerome." "Oh mom you are the coolest," as she lunged to kiss me. I thrust my tongue into Heather's mouth. Our relationship changed from mother/daughter to lovers. The next month fell into a routine. Heather and I made love almost every night other than when we had our monthly thing. Heather did find a double headed dildo that made us both sail. Once a week Jerome would drop by to make a deposit and Heather would disappear until after mid-night. Heather came home the 5th week finding me kneeling on the floor with my face and boobs on my bed, knees apart fingering myself. A pool of his cum and my juices were on the floor and the insides of my thighs were glistening with liquids. Heather stepped into the room and said, "Wow the odor of hot sex sure is erotic isn't it mom?" as she took some fingers, ran them inside my thighs from my knees to my pussy, over the lips and into her mouth going, "Yummy." She stripped, hopped on the bed and said, "Mom let's 69?" After we had orgasmed and recovered, Heather said, "Mom from now on try to save that cocktail mix for me. Stay where you are after Jerome does his thing. That makes me so horny tasting him and you and picturing how he may have done it to you." Two weeks later Jerome had me face down on the kitchen table again. I was ready to cum when I heard, "Love I sure hope that this pussy of yours treasures this last shot of my nut juice." I retreated from my orgasm hearing the word, last. Jerome growled, pulled me tight to him by grabbing my hipbones and made himself feel good. As he leaned forward then to catch his breath and flexing his cock he said, "Before your pussy feels this cock again it needs to sample that sweet pussy of your daughters.'" I was so stunned he was out the door before I could plead no. Heather asked me why I had no interest in our having sex after a week. She probably thought I was on one of my irregular spontaneous periods. I started to bawl and told her why. She said, "Mom I have wanted him to do me for months now after watching and hearing you scream for more of it; please let him, please share him. Mom I am a woman, you are a woman and guys like what we have." "Are you sure babe?" "Mom that toy we use is bigger than him, please." "Okay sweetie, I will call and tell him." I made the call and Jerome answered. I heard, "Thanks for calling Love, are you both ready now or do I have to wait." "We are ready." "See you in thirty and when I come into the kitchen, I want to see you two drop your robes, kiss each other and get each other off with a finger. I hate to fuck dry pussies." The phone clicked dead, he had hung up and my heart was in my throat. I went with tears in my eyes to Heather and told her what he desired. Heather said, "No problem mom we do that a lot already." "Yes but not in front of him." "I don't mind mom knowing I am turning him on and making him have sore balls." I busted out laughing. We got ready and did as he requested as he stepped into the kitchen from the garage. He then said, "Up to a big bed, broads. Love you lean back and let Heather lay her head on your tits. You hold her legs back and spread them for my pussy thriller. I will do you the same way when I am done doing her." We did as he had asked. I died watching his mammoth cock slide into my baby like a hot knife into butter. Every vein was visible and the eye had a drop of precum glistening. I was wishing it was going into me. My pussy was reacting to it as if it were sliding into me, god, what a sensation. Heather was moaning all the time that it was snaking deeper into her. Then she started, "God Jerome that cock is filling me up. It feels so good. It is so much better than our toy. Ohoooo god yeah, fuck me like you do mom, make me scream." He started serious thrusting and Heather went into orbit. Her head was tossing in my boobs. She went for her breast and twisted the nipples. The aroma coming from her pussy was intoxicating. Jerome was glistening in sweat. He had to hear Heather going, "Yes, yes, yes, oh god yes," on every forward plunge of his cock into her playpen. He stiffened burying his cock further, Heather stiffened and I watched them both convulse. After a few minutes of his last firing we looked at Heather and she was out. I heard, "On your back Love, time for you to see stars." He went to town on me, lifting my legs back so my knees were in my armpit then burying his cock. I heard, "Play with your tits, lock them long legs around my waist and hold tight." He rode me a good while since he had already made a deposit in Heather. Sweat was dripping from this 300 pound guy when he stiffened and made a deposit in me, sending me to dreamland. When I recovered, Heather was coming around with a smile. We then heard, "Love, scoot down and let your daughter eat you, you eat her, and I will fuck her again." The thought crossed my mind we were his sluts. I did as he asked, my baby did the same. After he was in her pussy, he was pulling the previous deposit and new juices from her on his pull back and my tongue was picking them up on his in thrust. Heather's tongue and fingers were working on me and had me climbing. The whole scene had me climbing. Heather lifted her head to scream her orgasm, causing mine to surge through me, causing me to moan on her clit, sending her further to wherever she was going and then we heard Jerome grunt probably from Heather's pussy milking his cock. I had another orgasm tasting the cocktail mix as he kept fucking her until she collapsed. When Heather and I recovered, Jerome was gone. We went about kissing each other and fingering each other to another cum before falling asleep. In the morning on the kitchen table was a note which read: Dear Love, don't call again until your daughter is begging to have my cock up her ass. I died reading that note but... I left the note on the table for Heather to see and headed for work. When I returned home that evening, Heather was in the tub soaking. I did not think anything of it. She has been a soaker since she was a baby. She always cried when the water drained from the tub. Later at dinner I notice her easing herself into a chair. Normally it is the run, plop thing. I smiled internally knowing she was practicing with something somewhere. We had our normal daily or almost daily sex for nearly a week. At dinner one night, Heather said, "Mom, I'm horny for Jerome are you?" My reply was, "Yes dear, I am also. I will give him call." I knew she was ready to take Jerome's cock into her virgin asshole. The answering machine did its thing. We did not hear from Jerome for a week. We were ready to go looking for another black man to relieve our anxiety. He then called on a Thursday night to set a time for Friday night. When he showed, we were ready and heard, "To the big bed ladies, same positions as last time." When Heather had her head in my boobs and I was holding her legs back for her to be assaulted by the black monster we heard, "Love, play with her nipples, since you are around her legs, and Heather lift your arms to reach your mom's nipples and play with them like rolling them and pinching them, make it hurt." The scene of Heather being fucked in front of my eyes and her pulling on my nipples, Jerome moving her body pressed onto my mound, moving my lower lips caused me to orgasm as she shuddered as the black cock thrilled her pussy. Jerome made a deposit into Heather. This time she did not pass out and was able to let me lay my head on her boobs and Jerome asked that the same nipple torture be done. After he made the deposit in me we heard, "Okay Heather 69 with your mother. I want to suck your pussy dry first so stick your ass up in the air here before you place it at your mom's mouth." Jerome sucked his and her juices, then reached into her vagina for lubrication, lubed his cock, placed it at her asshole as my eyes widened, grabbing my daughter hips knowing what was going to happen as Jerome went to assault the virgin hole. He went ever so slowly, and we heard Heather going, "Oh god yes, I have wanted this for ages, a big black cock fucking my ass. Oh Jerome it is so much better than I had anticipated. Mmmmm, god it feels so good. I am your depository for as long as you want me Jerome. Oh fuck me; make me your women." I nearly died hearing her vocabulary. Jerome kept reaching into her pussy for lubrication to lube his cock as it slowly was disappearing. Now and then he would insert the fingers into my mouth and finger fuck my mouth to clean them before going into her for more. When his balls were resting on her thighs he did not make any attempt to fuck Heather. We heard from Heather, "Fuck me, Jerome, please fuck my ass with that monster cock of yours." "Later babe; we are going to let your mom slide out from under you, and then we will roll until you are looking at the ceiling. Then I'm going to hold your legs back, while Love here eats you to two cums with this cock in your tight no longer virgin ass." I heard what he wanted me to do. I started eating my daughter and then heard, "Play with yourself Love. I want to see you two cum at the same time." I saw Jerome's hands over Heather's legs working hard on her nipples when I looked up once. Heather was in a constant state of moaning, mouth open gasping for air, eyes closed with hips humping desiring my tongue. She was humping my mouth and fucking herself on that black cock in her ass. Heather and I had the two cums that Jerome desired. We heard, "Okay sluts that was perfect. Now Love, get two dildos. Use one on yourself, one on your daughter and at the same time suck on my balls and from time to time leave the dildo in Heather, lift my balls and lick my asshole." We all seemed to have orgasmed at the same time. I saw those heavy balls of Jerome's lift and heard him growl as the juice in them went flying into my baby. I collapsed on the bed with the dildo in me. I was brought back to reality when I heard, "Clean my cock now Love and then clean and suck on your daughter's nasty cum filled asshole so none of that ---- runs onto me." God I did as he had asked. Heather moaned, "Oh mom," as I sucked and licked. We then heard, "Heather in the morning you are going to do what she is doing now to her so pay attention." We then heard, "When you have her cleaned up Love, Heather can roll off and when I am up again I am going to slip it into her pussy and we are going to sleep like that all night. If it slips out Heather, and you notice it has you slip it back in." I tossed and turned with restless sleep. Jerome wanted his cock buried in my daughter and not me. I was becoming jealous. During the night he must have gone to relieve himself. I heard the john flush and him then crawling into bed but on my back side. He cupped a breast and said, "Left a leg Love, your ass is going to be home for my cock until later. When Heather wakes she can drink the cum from you like you did from her." I drifted off to sleep, well stuffed and the jealousy feeling leaving me. I felt a nipple being pinched and rolled, my ass was still stuffed. I then heard, "Love tell your daughter it will soon be time for her to get her breakfast drink." Jerome started to fuck my ass. I tried to wake Heather in between my moans with, "Babe, ohoo, Baby, Ohoooo, wake up sweetie, Ohoooo, Heather hon, Ohooooo, time to do your thing." We had rolled and he was on his back with my back on his chest. Heather stirred and Jerome said, "Eat your mother to a cum sweetie and then get your breakfast from her asshole that I will make for you when she is cumming." Heather was groggy as she worked my clit and finger fucked me. I was humping to her mouth and fingers and had my orgasm as Jerome fired his warm nut juice deep into me as he pulled my nipples hard from my tits. We then heard, "Lift your mother's legs to me sweetie. I will hold them and pull out. You clean my cock and catch what leaks from her." He dropped my legs after Heather had finished, rolled me onto my side as I was recovering from the pleasure. He slipped his pants on and said as he was leaving, "Call me when you are ready to share your pussies and asses with my friends, otherwise ciao and I will always remember you virgins." I didn't care then and there. As the weeks passed Heather and I talked more and more about it. Heather went on line to a black chat site but never connected with anyone that we were at ease with. One thing we were firm on and that was no one at the house other than Jerome after 10:30 PM. I called and the damn machine answered. I left a message telling him we were willing to let him share us, provided we could be together at all times and someplace other than our place. Three days later he called and asked us to meet him in a parking lot of a supper market near a light pole with the letter D on it. We were to park as close as we could to it the following Friday night. He asked us to leave our bra and panties in the car and to wear the shortest skirts we had and the skimpiest of tops. We pulled into the lot at 9 PM as he requested and waited for him to tap on the window to escort us to a club two blocks away. At first it appeared to be an ordinary night club with a live band and mixed couples. Heather and I were asked to dance by both white and black guys. At 10:30 PM Jerome asked us to follow him. We walked through some curtains, down a hall, opened a closed door and then down some stairs where more music was playing. There were naked girls dancing in ten cages. Some were letting guys eat them, others were bent over and guys were finger fucking their pussies. Other girls were dancing with clothes with guys on a dance floor. It was very obvious the guys were all black and the girls were all white. The other shocker was that there were ladies there older than myself but hot looking. Heather and I danced with guys like we did upstairs. As we were taking a break, the lights dimmed and we heard an announcement. "First set for tonight will begin in ten minutes. Those interested prepare." I asked Jerome what that was all about. He asked me to relax. I focused my eyes on some go-go dancers in the cages when the lights focused on them went off. Some curtains opened and there were two huge turning disks each holding six ladies in doggie position with their hands gripping a support rod in front of them. Then we heard an announcement, "Gentlemen your positions." "Round two get ready." My jaws dropped when I saw twelve naked black men with boners take up positions behind the white girls, splitting up six and six as they each stood behind a girl. The disk kept moving and the announcer then said, "You guys know the rules. When the disk stops you have ten minutes to make your deposit." My heart was beating faster and faster. The music picked up tempo, the disk picked up some speed and then deadly silence as the disk stopped, the music stopped, followed by moans and screams as the guys mounted the girls, burying their cocks into asses and pussies. I gasp at the sight. Some girls became very vocal about what they needed, others moaned. "Mom this is so erotic to watch." As guys unloaded and softened; he and the girl left the disk. The room was beginning to smell of sperm and women in heat. Jerome said, "I want you two ladies to be there for round three. When round two starts you two step behind that curtain, pick a locker and strip to be ready when round three is called. Each of you take a disk. When you leave the disk go clean up, take a robe and then come back to me. Before we leave in the morning each of you will have taken care of 10 cocks somehow; after the show, you two sixty-nine but not with each other. You find someone else to do it with. All of you ladies will be on the disk then giving the guys a big thank you show. Being Friday night you may only service eight cocks apiece. Heather and I did as Jerome suggested. The scene was so erotic it made us hornier than all get out. We would have spread for anyone and everyone by the time we knelt on the disk for our first strange black cock from a stranger we did not know. At least they all wore condoms. I could barley walk after my eighth guy for the grand finally. I met a woman my age and we got it on for the final act. Surprising ladies our age out numbered those of Heather's age. We invited each other to our homes. She was recently divorced and needed TLC like myself and now was addicted to black cock. She had two daughters addicted, one age of Heather, the other two years older. They loved the club with no strings attached, no cost and best of all open 7 days a week to have the urges taken care of. The Power of Black When we were dressed and went to leave, the waiter gave us a note. It read: Well babes you are on your own. We will cross paths in here from time to time. I need to scout for fresh meat now ciao. I was broken hearted on one hand and happy that I could be taken care of at the club, by my daughter and maybe some other females soon.