2 comments/ 53611 views/ 3 favorites The Crack of Dawn By: Lord_London "Richard, the answer is no," I told my husband. "Everyone has their fantasies. Fantasy is one thing, but reality is another." "Such an opportunity might never occur again," he begged. "I think you should take a chance and go for it." "Richard, I love you too much. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could go through with it." "Please, I know I sound kinky, but I'd really like you to do it," he pleaded. The possibility of turning fantasy into reality thrilled me and scared me. "I will probably regret saying this, but if it is definitely what you want, then OK, tell James that I will do it and we will see what happens." My husband Richard and I had often discussed the idea of me sleeping with a stranger and now perhaps it was about to happen. ***************** Richard had met James at a work convention and they had spent the evening drinking. The conversation had loosened as the drink flowed. James had told him how he was soon to be the best man at a wedding. He said he had a hair-brained idea to sneak a beautiful lady into the soon to be bridegroom's room to tempt him to have one last fling. Richard had said it was a great idea, but how would he find a respectable, beautiful lady who would do it? James had laughed and said that was a problem, but Richard said he knew a lady who might just do it.... ***************** Richard & I travelled to the hotel where James & the soon to be bridegroom Mark were staying for the weekend. Richard & I met James at the hotel. I had taken off my wedding ring. "Hi, James, it's good to see you again," said Richard. "This is my friend Dawn, who we spoke about." We were not going to tell him my real name, which is Thelma. We made small-talk for a while, skirting round the reason why I was there. Richard left us alone as he said he needed the gents. James reached across the table and touched my hand. "Dawn, you are a very attractive lady. Mark will be a lucky guy if everything works out. Mark & I will be back by about 11pm. Here is a copy of Mark's hotel room key. If he turns you down, then you are welcome in my hotel room at any time tonight." James was an attractive and confident guy, but I was shocked by James's offer. James left shortly afterwards to meet Mark. I told Richard about James's invitation and asked him what he thought. He said he'd be happy for me to do whatever I wanted, providing I told him all the details after. Richard wanted to make love to me before I went to Mark's room, but I told him that he would have to wait. I changed into a white tight fitting blouse that highlighted my breasts and a green pleated skirt. I slipped on a baggy jumper to hide my figure beneath. I let myself into the bridegroom's room and sat by the desk reading a book. I could not believe that I was actually going to do this. I felt nervous and wondered what Mark would look like - fat, thin, bald, muscular, attractive or ugly? Would he be interested or turn me down? If he was interested, would I really give myself to him? I heard the door open, and there he was - an average looking guy, a slight paunch and going bald - not really my type. At least he did not look like a weirdo. "I'm sorry. I must have the wrong room," he said. "No, I'm a friend-of-a-friend of James. I'm here at James's request." "I knew that James was up to something," he said, looking annoyed. "Thanks for your time, but please leave." I forced myself to smile, "I'm not a prostitute if that is what you are worried about. I am just here for some fun. I will go if you want me to, but perhaps you could take a shower whilst you consider whether you want me to stay." He said he would take a shower, but asked me to have left by the time he came out. I heard the water running but I didn't go. He emerged from the bathroom dressed in a white bath robe. He looked better in a bath robe than he did fully-clothed. His chest was hairy unlike my husband. He was angry as he spoke, "I'm sorry but I can't be unfaithful to my fiancée. I'm asking you again to go." "I am not asking you to be unfaithful, Mark. It is up to you what we do. We could play scrabble together or just sit and talk. Let me introduce myself, my name is Dawn." I explained, "My ex-boyfriend left me recently for someone else, and all I want for a while is a bit of fun with no commitment. You are lucky to have such a friend as James, as it is not everyone's best man who arranges to have a lady visit the bridegroom." Mark smiled. I felt his mood easing. "You are right. I am lucky to have a friend such as James, even if he has some stupid ideas. Your ex-boyfriend must have been a fool for leaving you. You are a very beautiful lady." "Thank you. Why do you say that?" I'm not above fishing for compliments. Mark was embarrassed as he replied, "You have a beautiful serene face, lovely blond hair and seem to have a gentle manner." "Is that all?" I asked him. "What about my figure?" "I am sure that's great too," he said. He was relaxing now. "What part of a woman's figure do you go for?" I inquired. "It depends on the woman." "What about me?" I stood up and removed my baggy jumper. I turned a complete circle in front of him and saw him looking at my breasts. I felt the sexual tension as he stared at my blouse. I felt terrified and excited. I focused on how much my husband wanted me to do this and forced the words out of my mouth, "I think I can see where your attention is, Mark. Do you think they are my best assets?" He nodded in agreement. "What is your fiancée like? Does she have nice breasts?" "She is very tall and elegant." He blushed as he continued, "Her breasts are rather small and not her best feature." "My ex-boyfriend didn't think they were my best feature either," I told him. He fell into my trap. "What did your ex think your best feature was?" he asked. I had been rehearsing this moment over the last few days. I made myself look shy as I confided, "He adored my pussy. My ex said that nothing compares to the crack of Dawn." He laughed and said that I was teasing him. "How about I let you see for yourself so you can decide?" He said no and reminded me that he had a fiancée. "I respect that, but looking isn't being unfaithful. Why not take this opportunity to see the crack of Dawn?" I suggested. I could see that he was tempted. I moved to the middle of the room and undid the top button on my blouse, and then the next. "Would you like to help?" I inquired. He was wrestling with his conscience. He moved towards me and undid the middle button. The material was straining so hard in the middle that my blouse popped open. I slipped the blouse off my shoulders. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "I'm not finished yet," I reminded him. I saw lust in his eyes. He sat on the chair by the desk facing me. I reached down and undid a button on my skirt. Mark leant towards me. I undid another, and another. The last undone, the skirt slid off my thighs, leaving my legs bare for the looking. I turned away from him and bent down to reach for my socks. Leaning all the way over, almost touching the ground, I knew I was giving him full visual access to my rear quarters covered only by my skimpy panties. I heard a little moan escape Mark's mouth. I turned to face Mark again and asked him whether he would like to unclasp my bra. He said that I'd gone far enough. I stood still and I could see him watching me, waiting for my next move. "Do you want me to put my clothes back on, Mark?" "No," he answered. I felt awkward as I tried to think what to do. "Mark, would you mind taking a video of me in my underwear so I can remember this evening?" I gave him my camera. I turned on my music player. I'm not the world's greatest dancer but I guessed he would not worry about that. After a minute I stopped dancing and looked into his eyes. "You were going to tell me the best part of my figure." I turned away from him and undid the clasp on my bra. The bra fell to the floor. I covered my tits with my hands and turned to face him. "You want to see?" I asked. I did not wait for an answer and I lowered my hands. "This is the point of no return," I said to myself. Without wishing to sound arrogant, I know I have attractive breasts. Richard and I had once been to a topless beach and all male eyes were on me. I knew Mark must be excited by what was on display. I moved towards him and placed the camera on the desk facing me. I put my hands in his and pulled him up from the chair. I placed his hands on the bow at the side of my panties, but he did nothing. I spread my legs apart slightly, moved my hands on top of his and manoeuvred his fingers so they pulled on the bow. He did not resist. My panties fell to the floor. I untied his bath robe and eased it off his shoulders. I stepped away from him so that we could see each other, two strangers alone in a hotel room, completely naked. He was very different from my husband. The figure before me was very hairy and definitely overweight. Looking further down, his penis was big and erect and I could see pre-seminal fluid leak out of the tip. I pirouetted so that he could see my naked bum. He stared at me mesmerised as if he had never seen a naked woman before. He told me that I was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. I stared at his cock and said that it was obvious that he liked me. I asked him again to tell me which part of my figure he liked best. I suggested he describe me fully to the video. "You are about 5 feet 6 inches tall and have lovely blond hair down to your shoulders. Your face is kind and gentle like an angel, but you have the body of the devil. You are slim with large breasts. Your nipples are dark, tempting and exotic. Your private hair is wispy but looks as if it has been allowed to grow untamed. I can see your pussy lips through your pubic hair and they are puffy and wet. Your bottom is small, round and very feminine. Your whole body is fabulous but I agree with your ex-boyfriend; your most stunning feature is the crack of Dawn." I told him that he was welcome to run his hands over me. He said that he could not touch because of his fiancée. I told him that it would not be unfaithful for him to touch me. I asked him whether I could touch his cock, but he said his penis was only for his girl friend. I moved the camera so that it was in full view of the bed. I lay on the bed and asked him to kiss my body wherever he felt comfortable in doing so. He leant across me and put both of his hands on my breasts and lightly caressed my nipples. We shared a kiss. It was awkward at first, a little kiss with a little tongue. Then it got more lustful as he explored my mouth. Mark broke the kiss and moved his lips to my eyelashes, my eyes, my ears and my nose. He kissed me gently on each finger, up each arm and each shoulder. He kissed the top of each breast and the side of each breast and then my nipples. I shuddered as he took a nipple in his mouth and rolled it round his tongue. I was no longer thinking of my husband. I arched my back to encourage Mark to continue. Mark moved to stand near my waist. He stroked my stomach and then my pubic region. The fingers of his right hand ran through my private hair as the fingers of his left hand were touching my inner thighs and giving a nudge to open wider. It must have been a few seconds without a response from me, but when Mark gave a little more pressure on my inner thighs, I rolled my knees outwards. I did not resist as he pushed my legs wider apart. I knew that he could now see my pussy well. I felt his hand slowly moving higher on my thigh as his fingers moved toward my pussy. He started to lightly rub my pussy gently but directly. It felt electric and I let out a soft moan. His fingers rubbed lightly up and down my pussy, very gently. He spread apart my pussy lips and started to lightly touch my clit. Mark slowly slid one and then two fingers inside my dripping pussy, deeper and deeper. He stopped and held them in deeply for a moment, and then he began to slide them in and out. He moved to the end of the bed and picked up the camera. He used his free hand to push my love lips apart and stroked my engorged clitoris. "Put your cock inside me," I begged, but he would not. He suggested that we lie down & just enjoyed being next to each other for a few minutes. I agreed and we lay silently on the bed. His cock was still firm and fully erect. He did not touch me, but my fingers gently moved over his hairy chest and played with his nipples. I moved my hands lower but avoided his cock. I stroked his inner thighs and brushed my fingers against his hairy balls. I moved down to his feet and kissed his toes one by one. I worked up higher and kissed the inside of his thighs. I gently took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked it. I moved up and kissed his abdomen above and on either side of his penis. I licked the pre-seminal fluid that was lying there. I moved back down to his balls and took them both into my mouth. I knew that I should not, but I moved my tongue up his shaft. His body tensed as he came. His chest was sprayed with cum and I placed my mouth over the end of his manhood to taste the last of his semen as it spurted out. I kissed his sticky penis. I thought our night was at an end. I felt frustrated as I was longing to have his cock inside me. I asked him, "Mark, do you have any secret desires that you would like me to help with before I go? You will not have this opportunity again." He was considering telling me something, so I asked him what it was and reminded him that I was his to do with as he liked. "I would like to be rough with you," he falteringly said. I was not so sure about this, but said nothing. I sat astride his legs. He leant up and put a hand on each of my tits. He started fondling my breasts, kneading them and pinching my nipples. He hungrily latched on to my right nipple with his mouth and tongue, sucking hungrily, whilst his hands roughly prodded and slapped my body ... moving finally to my left breast and painfully pinched my left nipple. He attempted to engulf an entire breast in his mouth, sucking hungrily. Saliva flowed down the side of my breast. His cock was fully hard again. Suddenly, he released my tortured breast and bit down hard on my erect nipple. The pain was overwhelming. After what seemed like long seconds, he finally released the abused nipple from between his teeth and used his tongue to lick up the small rivulets of blood running down my breast from the lacerated nipple. "Are you OK?" he asked "I am not sure but I need you to fuck me," I replied. He said that his conscience would not let him do that, but asked me to suck him. I leant down and he rested the tip of his dick on my lips. He slid it against my closed lips and gradually I opened them and took him into my mouth. I closed my lips against the head as it rested against my tongue. The hot smoothness was intoxicating. I started to suck him slowly at first and then with abandon. I could feel what I thought was an already hard cock start to get even harder and throb in my mouth. I could feel the smoothness of the head and the veins of the shaft with my tongue. The angle of my head was a little awkward, so I could not take him in my mouth too deeply. I used my tongue on the end of his cock and then licked down the shaft and licked his balls too. I glanced at him and it looked like he was in heaven. I moved a little so I could have a better position to continue sucking him. I used my tongue and just licked around the tip, and then took the head into my mouth and gently sucked. He was like a piece of steel he was so hard. I made an effort to relax my mouth and slid my head down to take more of him in my mouth, little by little. I could feel him touch the back of my throat but I was able to stay relaxed. He cried out as he came. I dressed, kissed his forehead, picked up the camera and left the room. I now had a choice. Did I go to James's room and perhaps succeed in getting myself fucked by someone other than my husband? If I did go, what would James think of the state of my red raw tits? I paused whilst I made my decision. I headed towards James's room. I opened the door and entered the room. I looked round in surprise. There were six men there, including James. James looked sober, but one of the others looked very drunk. There was a cheer as James introduced me as Dawn, so I guessed he had told them about where I had been. I thought about leaving, but James invited me to sit down and said that by the look of me, I needed a drink. He asked me what had happened and all the men listening intently. I refused to answer, but he said that they would have to assume the worst unless I divulged. I decided to tell them some of it. "I asked Mark what part of my figure he liked best, and I stripped to my underwear so that he could come to a decision. That was it." "What did he like best?" one of the men asked. "My legs," I said, lying. "How about you let us decide too? Get your clothes off!" the drunk shouted My husband Richard had said that he was happy for me to do whatever I wanted, but I did not think he had this in mind. I did not know where this might end, but I decided to find out. "OK," I said,"but only down to bra & panties." James turned some music on. I felt awkward, but started to dance as I took off my jumper to whistles and cat calls. I focused my eyes on James as I undid the buttons on my blouse, exposing my bra-clad torso. I pivoted around, giving the guys a visual drink of my bra-clad breasts and relished their looks as they showered attention on my bosom. I reached down and undid my skirt. I found myself holding on to the pleated material, reluctant to let go. Then I looked to James. He smiled warmly, and I let the skirt drop. "Don't stop there!" someone shouted. James said that was enough and thanked me. He asked for a quick kiss for each of them before I went. I worked my way round the room, trying to ignore the groping of the drunk. It was James's turn, who unlike the others forced his tongue into my mouth. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "You've not been telling us the truth. Your mouth tastes of semen. I think you went a lot further with Mark than you told us. This is how I treat naughty girls." He reached up and unclasped my bra before I could stop him. I held my hands in front of my breasts as my bra was whipped away. I felt hands grasping at my knickers. I could not shield my breasts as well as stop them tearing off my panties. My panties were gone and I was standing naked in front of six men with my hands over my breasts. I knew this was likely to happen when I had agreed to the partial strip, but I still felt shocked, embarrassed and very vulnerable. The guys all laughed as they ogled me. James stood up. "Let's dance," he commanded. I looked round the room at the leering lustful men and felt afraid. I thought how foolish I had been to get myself into this situation. "Don't worry. It's just a bit of fun," said James. "No one is forcing you to do anything. You can leave when you like." I thought of my husband and summoned up my courage. I moved my hands away from my tits. My breasts were exposed, red and sore from the encounter with Mark, but no one seemed to notice that. My nipples were erect with excitement. I started to move to the music. "What a body," someone called out I started to enjoy myself and beckoned James towards me. I started to slow dance with him. "Oh Dawn, what a fantastic pair of tits you've got," he said as he touched them, lifting, pushing and squeezing them. He put his arms round my back pulling me closer to him, my breasts crushing against his chest. The Crack of Dawn He attempted a kiss but I stopped dancing and said, "James, no!" His strong arms were still around me as he looked at me and he forced his tongue into my mouth. The sensation of a man other than my husband kissing me so passionately was shocking and yet at the same time exciting. James's hands began to roam down my back and then onto my bottom and upper thighs. I noticed something hard growing between us, as his erection grew and pressed into my stomach. He tried to slip his fingers between my legs. I kept my legs firmly closed and backed away. "James, please, no!" I interrupted. He caught me by surprise by picking me up and carrying me through to the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. The other men gathered round, one guy swigging his beer. "Let's see how far she went with Mark," announced James. He knelt at the end of the bed, grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him. He tried to pull my legs open, but I resisted. He distracted me by tickling my feet and my resistance was gone. My legs were wide apart, flat on the bed. He tickled me again and lifted my knees up off the bed. "Boys, hold her for me," he commanded. They held me in position as he gently prised by pussy lips apart. Six men were staring at my fully exposed pussy, at my vaginal opening. James inserted two fingers into me, withdrew them and licked them. He lowered his face and smelt my most private area. "She's soaking wet down here but there is no sign of cum, so I guess Mark did not fuck her," he announced to the audience. He moved his tongue onto my clitoris and I let out an involuntary gasp. James stood up. This seemed to give the others the green light and now they were feeling my breasts and pawing my genitals. I begged them to be gentle. James started to remove his clothes as the others probed every part of my body, my crack and even my arse. The men moved back. James was now naked and there was cheering as his erect cock moved towards my cunt. I felt panic at the size of it -thick, laced with veins, engorged with blood. I felt his penis touching me, brushing my labia, like a heavy snake seeking entry into my body. It feels deceptively smooth and silky against my pussy, and I realised that I was very, very wet. I felt the bulbous helmet slip into my opening. My pussy was clenched, almost forcing the huge intruder out. But my wetness and lust betrayed me and James's cock slowly inched into me. It was a sensation that I had never felt. The girth filled me up, and slowly the relentless invader drove its way up inside me. "Oh God..." I gasped in disbelief. The last few inches disappeared, and he thrust home, burying the full length of his cock in my pussy I had never felt anything like this; so...full. "Ugh!" I yelped. James carefully drew himself back out, and then began pistoning into me slowly. The feeling of intense pleasure radiated up from between my legs to fill my whole body. 'Oh God..." I moaned. The other men moved forward and someone kissed me. Others started to suckle my sore breasts. As they continued, the feeling from my nipples turned from pain to pleasure. James began to thrust faster. He put his hands on my arse, pulling me into his thrusts. I grunted, feeling the full penetration. I was moaning uncontrollably and closed my eyes. James was into a rhythm, and I bucked my arse back into him. An orgasm shook my frame, and James rode me more fiercely than ever, driving himself into me. I felt the snake throbbing inside me as James's seed poured into me. It pulsed, again and again, jetting hot cum into me. James slowly inched out from between my legs. It had been fantastic but I was glad it was over. But it was not over. The drunk holding the can of beer asked if he could have a turn. The others cheered as he took his clothes off to reveal his flaccid dick. "You're too drunk, Malcolm," James said. "We will see about that," he slurred. I did not move as he manipulated his soft dick towards my vagina. I was so stretched and wet that it slipped into me. He placed his rough hands on my tits and started moving slowly back and forth. I could feel him grow inside me as he started to move quicker. He took his hands off my breasts and asked someone to pass him his beer. He sipped his beer as he continued to fuck me. He let out a grunt followed by a hiccup as he ejaculated inside my cunt. I asked James to hold my hand and kiss me gently as the other four men took it in turns to fuck me. I felt so sore that I could hardly move once they had all finished. The night was ending and the first light of day was creeping in through the window. I heard someone be sick in the toilet. I stood up and gathered together my clothes. Malcolm came out of the bathroom with a trail of vomit hanging from his mouth. He was holding a pair of scissors. "I just found these. I want a souvenir. Guys, get Dawn to lie back down again," he slurred. I knew what he wanted. They forcibly manoeuvred me back onto the bed. I felt the cold steel on my abdomen as he was about to cut off a clump of my pubic hair. Then he put the scissors down and picked up his mobile phone. "I want to take a picture first." They spread my legs and he took a picture of my sopping pussy surrounded by my blond private hair. Others took photos too. He picked up the scissors and started cutting. "There's enough for everyone!" he exclaimed. "Let's shave her." A razor appeared and I lay very still as they worked between my legs. Once they were finished, the phone cameras came out again to record my bare cunt. The men left me alone as they filled up their beer glasses. I was so tired and sore, but I was exhilarated. I wanted James again. I wanted to ride him. I wanted to give my husband a movie of me riding him. I found my video camera, switched it on and handed it to Malcolm. I went up to James and kissed him fully on the mouth and moved his hands to my bare pussy. The guys clapped as I gently pulled his clothes off and asked him to lie on the bed. He obliged and I sat astride him with my cunt over his face and told him to pleasure me. I flinched as he licked my smooth private area. I leant down and kissed the tip of his mammoth erect cock and ran my tongue round its rim. I moved down the bed until my pussy was poised over his manhood. I held his cock in position with one hand as I lowered my pussy onto it. The head stretched my vaginal opening until I felt I was going to tear. I pressed down harder and slowly his snake entered me for the second time that night. My vagina felt like it was on fire. I slowly moved up and down on his giant phallus until I succeeded in burying it completely in me. Someone asked if they could join in. I glanced round at the group and said no. I told the men that they could do what they wanted but that it was James that I was fucking and they were not to obstruct the camera. One of the guys dropped his trousers and started to wank as he stood over James and me and others followed suit. I felt like the centre piece in a cheap porn film. I started to move on James. The group's hands were on my breasts, my nipples, my back and my arse. I quickened my pace on James. The hands on me became rougher. I felt hot sticky cum splash onto my chin and my breasts and saw it drip down onto James's abdomen, but I did not care. This was my moment as I rode the beast between my legs. The night was over. We would all have our memories of the crack of Dawn. It was completely light outside by the time I returned to my room. Richard asked me whether I'd managed to fulfil any of my fantasies. I handed him the camera and went off to get some sleep. The Crack of Dawn I've wanted to put this into writing for some time but I don't really know how or where to start. So I'll just plow right into it and try to tell the story of how the last few months have become the dirtiest, sleaziest, sluttiest, sex-filled and sex-fulfilled period of my life, and how good it all felt, the passion pumping, countless orgasms and doing so many things I'd never before dreamt of doing. And also how bad it felt at the same time, to learn I was such a fraud and a scuzzy tramp and nowhere near being the All-American mom with the All-American family. First, a paragraph about me. My name is Dawn. Age forty-two, thin, 5'-5" tall, 120 pounds, nice perky tits that aren't all that big but look pretty good, and the ass is nice and tight too, thanks to good genes and various workouts. Blond hair teased in a shoulder-length frizz, green eyes and long legs. I look more like early to mid-thirties, or so I've been told. I have two kids: Ryan, 22, and his sister Gina, just not quite a year older. Their father and I divorced when they were in middle school. After Dad left we were a pretty close family unit, and Gina and Ryan were very close considering they had lots of the same friends and being so close in age. Gina looks like me, with similar size and shape and is a senior in college. Ryan is tall and athletic, with brown hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes, and is nearing the end of his studies to become an architect. With them off to different schools and me on my own, we've all drifted apart some in recent years. I've dated a few men off and on, but there was never any magic and they usually didn't click very well with the kids. Once the kids were off to college I dated a few younger guys but that got old pretty quick. I am a manager at an art museum and there is never a shortage of young bohemians who want to score with an older chick. But I have a hard time staying interested talking with a young person who can't name the four Beatles. So as you can see, for a number of years my life revolved around kids and work, and sex was often an afterthought. The story I'm about to tell you...how I entered this depraved, whorish, mad-fucking stage of my life...began a few months ago. - I have a friend named Ronni. There is only one way to describe Ronni: black and beautiful. She's an inch or so taller than I, thin and athletic, and her tits put mine to shame, bigger versions sitting straight up firm and high. She also has a shoulder-length frizz, but hers is not created in a salon like mine, hers is what she calls 'ebony chaos'. I find it stunning. I've known her for years, but we've become closer over time due to our similar interests. She works for one of the museum's vendors so we've had plenty of interaction, which led to us seeing each other socially. She is also divorced and has a son who goes to college on a basketball scholarship. One of the things I liked about Ronni from the start was that she was so easy to talk to. She didn't have a man in her life...evidently her ex was a loser and she was glad to be rid of the man problem...so we bonded easily. We started meeting for a drink every week or two at a local pub and would talk about just about anything...it was okay to say anything to her and she'd be right there with me. We'd look at the young guys at the pub and quietly joke about them, were they any good in the sack, their penis size, their hideous shirt, the stupid hats they had on their heads backwards, whatever. We'd laugh at them and flirt with them at the same time, just harmless fun. We'd laugh it up, then say good night and go home. We talked about everything. Relationships, family, ex-husbands, guys we'd dated, you name it. While I'd tried relationships with younger guys that didn't work out, Ronni tended to just go the one-night stand route and just pick up a young guy when she was horny, get her needs taken care of and move on. Gradually as we became more comfortable with one another, not to mention a drink or two or three, the jokes about the young men we'd see at the pub became more and more graphic. One night we were seated in a booth and saw a clean-cut, good looking kid at the bar checking us out. Tall, blond handsome type, big blue eyes. Joe College. "You know what we ought to do?" she said. "Take that boy home and fuck his lights out." I was shocked when I heard her blurt this. It was new ground for us. "What? You can't be serious," I said. "He's probably our sons' age." "That don't make no difference, girl," she replied, shocked at my naïveté. "Every young man's fantasy is to go to bed with two women. Shit, I bet that boy would go home with us right now and agree to paint my house if he could fuck the two of us!" I felt myself blushing, so I took a gulp of my drink. "You have to be kidding, that boy?" "Could be that boy, could be another, whoever. I'm just saying. You want to take him back to your place, have our way?" Ronni could tell I was embarrassed. She said, "Oh girl, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just here we are, two hot lookin' salt and pepper cougars sitting here, young eyes always checking us out... they probably all wanna fuck us...and we always goin' home alone. Seems like if it's there for the takin', we should take it. I say we go for it. What about you?" I chuckled uneasily and demurred. Ronni glanced at her watch, it was getting late. "Well, let me tell you. Usually girl's night is girl's night, but tonight I'm making an exception. I don't need a steady man in my life, I had one of those and it didn't add up to much. But I do like some young cock every now and then and that young man, who probably has one, is making eyes. If you won't help me out I'll have to do it on my own." She took a pen out of her purse and began scribbling on a cocktail napkin. Then she said, "I was hoping to fuck both of you, but I guess I'll have to settle for college boy one-on-one." Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on my mouth. "Good night, Dawn," she said. "I'll call you tomorrow." She rose from her chair and walked over to the young man and handed him the napkin. She said something, and then he looked up and nodded. She touched his arm, said something else and turned and walked out. Fifteen seconds later the kid slurped down the rest of his beer and followed her out the door. I hurriedly finished my drink and called the waitress to pay our bill. I had goose pimples on my arms, felt a nervous, confused twirl in my stomach. I wasn't sure if it was caused by my shock at how easily she had picked up College Boy, her kiss, or her saying she hoped to fuck me. I drove home in a daze, confused, surprised, jealous, embarrassed, turned-on and sopping wet. Once home in my bed I closed my eyes and masturbated and fantasized about what might be going on in Ronni's bed. I fucked myself. - "I'm sorry," Ronni said when she finally called the following night. "I'm sorry I ran out and made you uneasy. But I needed to get laid, you know? But anyway, you didn't miss much, sista, that boy didn't know what he was doing. Some bonehead jock with a little dick and zits on his shoulders. Finally I just used his face for a dildo 'til I came and then sent him on his way. What a dink!" "You just told him to leave?" I asked. "No, girl, I just walked out. I didn't take that boy home, if I did that I'd never get rid of him! I booked a room at the Best Western right down the street from the bar. Was hopin' to get you down there too but that didn't happen." "I'm sorry." That was all I could think to say. "You sorry alright, that's for sure," she replied. There was a pregnant pause. Then she continued. "Look, I'm sorry too, but sometimes I get horny and need to get off. Last night was one of those nights. I'm sorry if I offended you." "I wasn't offended. I guess I was just taken by surprise. I liked your kiss." "You did? Oh Thank God, Lord knows I've wanted to kiss you for so long." "You have?" I asked with genuine surprise. "Girl, what planet are you living on? I'm been comin' on to you and dreamin' about sinkin' my face into the crack of Dawn for I don't know how long! I know you're not a prude, so what gives..." There was another long pause. Then Ronni said, "Listen Dawn, sit tight, I'm coming over. I'm bringing drinks." I sat tight. - "So you've never had sex with a woman?" Ronni asked as she poured our daiquiris from a plastic jug. We had resumed our discussion and were seated side-by-side on the sofa. "But you liked our kiss?" "No, I never really had sex with a woman, I always had a boyfriend. Fooled around a little, that's all. But yes, I liked your kiss very much," I said. "When I got home I masturbated thinking about you and that college boy. But mainly about you." Ronni liked that. She went on to tell me that every now and then she'd rent a hotel room and then go out to a bar, pick up a young guy, sometimes two, and take them back to the room and take them around the world. Then she'd leave. "But last night..." she said. " I planned on it being both of us. I thought if we could share a man maybe we would..." Her voice trailed off. "May I kiss you again?" she asked. Yes! We kissed, her large mouth taking me in, our tongues plunging, dancing, swirling, our arms clutched, our bodies close. I felt my nipples harden against her, I felt my pussy swell. I felt her hand between my legs. When our lips parted I said, "I should have been with you last night..." "Yes!" she said. "I wish you had been there. It would have been fucking awesome." She started talking dirty. "You ever eat pussy and get fucked at the same time...?" "Kiss me again," I said, pulling her face to mine. We kissed long and deep. It felt good. Our hands roamed a little, I felt her breasts and fine ass but I was still so uptight. Ronni was smoother, and as the kiss went on her hand eased open my pants, her fingers parted my slimy lips and massaged my underused clit. I adjusted my hips, aiding her access, helping it happen. Her fingers delved deep inside me, pulling out an orgasm that had been buried inside me forever and I came with a gush. I shuddered and shook as I recovered, and Ronni covered me with kisses. She tried like hell to get me naked and into bed but I resisted. What had happened was unexpected and wonderful but I was uneasy... What was next? I'd fucked a number of guys before but this was uncharted waters for me, this was a woman! Ronni was disappointed that she didn't get me in the sack, but she seemed to understand. She told me just to do what felt right, what felt natural, it would all work out. There's no instruction book. We shared a long kiss at my front door and I felt her firm breasts pressing into mine, her hands squeezing my ass. As she was leaving I already knew we would be lovers. I just had to get used to the idea. About twenty minutes later I was getting ready for bed and the phone rang. It was Ronni and she asked me out on a date, dinner on Tuesday night. I accepted of course. On Tuesday she picked me up and we had dinner at a nice seafood restaurant, with nice easy conversation about just about everything except what was happening between us, and some nice piano music as a backdrop. After dinner we walked down by the lake and sat on a bench. We held hands and kissed a couple times. When she took me home we kissed goodnight on my front porch. I asked her in but she said no, not tonight, the time wasn't right. I asked her when the time would be right. She just said not to worry, that when I was finally ready for some black pussy we'd both know it. Then she asked me out on another date. Friday night, I'll pick you up at seven. I said fine, what are we going to do? "It's a surprise," she said. - "So where are you taking me?" I asked after I'd gotten into the passenger side of Ronni's sedan and we'd kissed hello. "Girl, We're going to a party. A party guaranteed to get our love buttons enlarged." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "It's a sex party. Anything goes. You can watch or get involved or jerk off, whatever makes you happy. All girls. Well, mostly all girls, anyway." "What does that mean? I don't know about this..." "Oh come on, Dawn, you gonna love this. Big bunch of women, all ages, watching male dancers gyrate around taking off their clothes and flopping their dicks in our faces." I laughed nervously and said, "I swear you are a bad influence on me!" "Well, God knows I'm tryin' to be, if you'd just cooperate! Let it go, girl, this will be fun." She hauled my ass over there and we went inside. The place was pretty big, a meeting hall of some kind, with some rectangular tables filling up with females of all ages, shapes and sizes. We got a pitcher of drinks at the bar and took them to two seats on the end of one table near the left side up front. In a few minutes the houselights dimmed, the spots came on and the pulsating music began. Strobe lights flashed. Then out onto the floor came Batman and Robin. In full costume from their masks to their capes to their gloves to their boots. And they were incredible dancers, swerving and curving to the raucous beat. All the girls were hooting and hollering at them, moving with the beat, shouting out all kinds of encouragement and a list of all the things they'd like to do to them. After a few minutes of that they jumped down from the risers on the other side of the room and Batman pulled an embarrassed middle-aged woman out of her seat and walked her up to Robin. Soon this lady was unsnapping some until-then unseen snaps along Robin's side, and in a heartbeat, off came Robin's shirt. A hundred women screamed. Then Batman danced over our way and when he was about ten feet away he pulled a young ebony hottie up by the hand and she helped him out of his shirt and now we had two topless superheroes dancing at opposite ends and all the women were getting louder and hornier. "All right," Ronni shouted, "Batman likes the sistas! That is one twerky motherfucker!" Soon, across the way Robin's tights were coming off with help from a chunky blonde and he was dancing only in a mask, a cape, and his boots. Oh, and a skimpy, stringy, black and white striped thong that barely contained what looked to be a rather large slab of meat. But I soon lost all interest in Robin because now Batman was just four seats away and his tights were being peeled away by a young Asian girl. Once the tights were off, Batman was reduced to a mask, cape, boots, gloves and...his little black and white-striped thong. And dangling on a string from the front of the thong was a whistle! Stripped down, Batman was dressed as a referee! Well, that Asian girl burst out laughing but in about a second and a half she was on her knees in front of Batman and was blowing his whistle. Soon there was whistling coming from over in Robin-land too. Batman eased closer to our table and soon another gal was blowing, then a third, a fourth and so on. Batman was kissing one girl, another one was blowing his whistle and a third one was running her fingers all over his bare ass. And Batman kept moving to the beat with sexy agility. My eyes were on his little referee suit, because it was obvious Batman was very well-endowed, and his meaty mass was growing inside that little pouch. And of course before long some chick was brave enough to yank it off and out popped his massive member. It was only half erect but still it was huge. As we watched, he moved toward us while receiving various kisses and licks, and soon his cock was long, thick and hard. I'd say Batman was about five-eleven or maybe six feet tall, but he was thin and that rod looked like a horse dick on his lean frame. He paused before an embarrassed-looking woman on the other side of Ronni. The woman touched the purple monster tentatively, then gave it a dainty kiss and backed away. Batman kept his gyrations going and soon was standing right in front of Ronni. He was shaved clean, and above his cock, slightly to the right was a tattoo of a woman's lips. Ronni reached over and touched him there and rubbed gently. It was real. As the music pumped and the crowd watched and waited, Ronni looked up at Batman standing before her and held up one finger, asking us all to wait a second. Then she reached into her purse and brought out a lipstick, opened it and slathered it on her plump lips. Ruby red. Then she handed it to me. Ronni took his cock in her hands and looked up at Batman's face. He gave her a little nod. Then she pressed her face to his groin and kissed him. She did this three more times, on his thighs and scrotum, each impression of her lips a shade lighter than the last. Then she grabbed the lipstick from me, reapplied it to her lips, and handed it back to me. She looked at me, pointed at the lipstick in my hand and then touched my lips and winked. Then she started licking that long dick up and down the shaft. Then she took it into her mouth. I watched with amazement as she sucked him. Amazed at how she could take something that large into her mouth. And I tensed up. I might be next! Inch by inch that cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Girls were screaming encouragement over the loud music. Ronni's hands were on Batman's ass and Batman's gloved hands were behind her head. Only two inches to go. Batman's hips swayed gently as he swung his groin into her. Then suddenly he put a little extra into it and pulled her head toward him and there she was, her lips resting on his skin, his whole cock inside her mouth and throat. They grinded into one another for a moment or two, and then gradually he pulled his baton back out and everyone around was screaming and broke into applause when they saw that monster re-emerge from her mouth. There was a bright red ring around the base of his cock. Ronni looked at me and smiled. I must have had eyes the size of saucers because I felt like I was in a daze after what I'd just witnessed. That was the biggest turn-on I'd ever seen and my panties had just been filled with a river of juice. I just wanted to take her home so she could put her sexy mouth on me. "Your turn, girl!" she said. She took the lipstick from my hand and applied it to my lips. "You gonna suck Batman!" Batman sidled over in front of me, his cock in front of my face. I put my hands on his hips and asked him to turn around. When he did I pulled his ass to my face and ground a hard kiss into his left butt cheek. Then I kissed him again on the right. He had two red souvenirs from Dawn. The girls hooted and loved it. Then that big cock was right in front of my face. He moved closer, I took it in my left hand and kissed it, licked it. Then I put my mouth around the head, took in an inch or two. I wasn't going to try and do what Ronni had done, I'd probably choke and die if I tried that. Ronni had one hand between my legs and the other massaging my back. I reached down and squeezed her hand as I felt Batman's gloved hands behind my head, pulling me closer, and I felt another couple inches of his cock slip into my mouth. I reached for him and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, my fingertips in his crack. We developed a rhythm together, his mid-section swinging back and forth, his cock swinging in and out of my mouth , going in pretty far, maybe a few inches, then back out, and again, over and over, me giving him head as best as I knew how. I was thinking it must be a let-down to him after Ronni, but he seemed to be into it. Inadvertently my middle finger slipped into his asshole, and with the cadence of our movements, with each thrust it slipped a little further in. Then the thrusts became harder, and my finger went deeper. I became aware of the crowd clapping and chanting to our rhythm, GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO, so I became bolder and sunk my whole finger into his ass and let it dance. Then I realized, oh shit, I'm not sucking Batman's dick, I'm not giving Batman a blow job, I'm not giving Batman head! No, it's some kid with a big dick and a Batman suit and he's fucking me in the mouth! The Crack of Dawn I rammed my finger into him harder and squeezed his ass and I felt his hands tighten behind my head and I could feel his hot swelling in my mouth and knew he was ready to come. And come he did. With a groan we all could hear above the music he released his load into my mouth, six, seven, eight spasms... Ronni put her mouth to my ear and said, "Don't swallow all of it, Baby, save some for me!" I loved her for saying that. Just as I was starting to feel like a totally used and abused slut, she made me feel good about it. I couldn't wait to get her home and tear her clothes off! When the kid was done shooting his Bat-wad into me and had removed his Bat-rod from my mouth, I took my finger out of his Bat-hole. I looked at Ronnie and parted my lips slightly so she could see my mouthful of Bat-cum. Girls cheered. Ronni smiled and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Our lips parted and our tongues glided in the slippery nectar, and then she sucked some of it into her mouth. When we both swallowed another loud cheer erupted. Then unexpectedly Batman leaned down to me and french-kissed me, thumbing my hard left nipple in the process. Then he did the same with Ronni, and before he left he said something into her ear. Then he started dancing over to another table. I realized Ronni and I were holding hands. "Can we get out of here?" I said. "I need to get home and fuck my new girlfriend." I had cum in my pants, cum in my mouth and cum in my stomach. Now I wanted to find out what it felt like to have Ronni come in my face. "Girl, you're a damn mind reader!" We visited the ladies room before leaving and I asked Ronni what Batman had said to her at the end. "He told me to bring a condom next time!" she said. As we were leaving we glanced over at the ongoing action. Robin was sitting on a table facing a gray-haired woman seated in front of him and she seemed very busy, her head moving up and down mechanically, sucking him, like she was bobbing for apples. Seated next to him on the table was a well-shaped redhead. She had one hand on Grandma's head and the other around Robin's back. She wore a zipper dress that was unzipped almost all the way down. She wore nothing underneath. Robin was sucking her right tit. I could see her strawberry patch pubes from where we stood. "Ooh, look at Batman now!" Ronni said. "Condoms. We gotta bring condoms." Batman's bare ass was swinging pretty good, back and forth, as he slung his pole into the pussy of a busty brunette. The girl next to her alternated between sucking her nipples and sucking his. "God I want you!" I said to Ronni. She kissed my lips. "Been wanting you forever, girl," she said. "Tonight's the night. I just sucked Batman, now I'm going home and eat Wonder Woman!" - That night I made love to a woman for the first time. We were barely inside my front door and that ebony fox attacked me, and devoured me. Our tops were off by the time we reached my bedroom. Ronni started unhooking my jeans. "Girl, you look hot as hell in these pants, but it's about time they came off." I sat on the bed as she began yanking them off of me. "I see people staring at your crotch, men and women both, looking at the crack of Dawn, pussy lips pushing at the fabric, trying to get out, ass crack plain to see. I am so ready to tear you up!" She tossed my pants on the floor and stood right before me and looked in my eyes. Her hair and her eyes looked wild. She was naked above the waste, her ample, firm breasts in front of my face, her nipples hard. There were beads of sweat above her upper lip. I reached for her pants and unsnapped them. I pulled the zipper down and eased her pants to the floor. Her red thong was soaked. I pressed my nose to her sex and smelled her funk through the saturated cloth. I kissed her thong then lowered it and she stepped out of her pants. She moved a little closer, her dark, heavenly body standing before me, her shaved chocolate sundae inches from my face. Her black hole beckoned. Our time had come. Ronni dropped her hand to her inviting snatch and said, "Baby, I've been wanting to give this to you for a long time." I scooted a little closer and kissed her right below her navel. She let out a little moan. I trailed kisses from her stomach to her thighs, circling ever closer to her glistening gash. "I looked up to her and said, "I don't want to do anything wrong." "Don't worry, lover," she said. "It's all good." I ran my tongue along the inside of her lips, tasted her seasoned tang. She tasted good. I did this a number of times, then buried my nose inside of her and pushed. She whimpered and her torso shook. Then my lips moved to her clit and surrounded it. She groaned. "Ooh yes, baby, you know what to do," she said. I felt her hand behind my head pulling me close, felt her groin start a gentle sway. I stuck my hand in my pussy, which as wet as Ronni's, and raised my finger to her buttonhole and pushed. It slid right in all the way. She reached one hand behind her and placed it over mine to help me ream her, guiding me, gently and deeply. She pulled my head to her crotch and pressed her crotch to my face. Soon her twat, my face and my finger found a perfect syncopation, and our rhythm quickened. "My god, girl you are a natural," she said. "I Love looking down and seeing your sweet vanilla face eating my fudge!" Our speed increased, and I was quivering as I kneaded her tool and fingered her and licked her and I was close to coming but I kept at it. "Oh shit girl, I'm gonna come girl," Ronni moaned. "I'm gonna come big. Then I'm gonna have you girl, suck you dry, baby!" That did it. I came like I never had in my life. It shot out of me like a geyser, splashing over Ronni's legs and dripping to the floor. "Holy shit girl, was that you? Damn, you're like a fucking fire hose, what you doing, trying to put me out? Vanilla Fudge baby, we are ughhhhhh..." She came in waves, her cum soaking my face, filling my mouth, seeping out between my lips. She didn't loosen her grip on my head or hand until she was well out of her throes, so only then did I remove my body parts from hers. We collapsed into each other's arms on my bed and kissed long kisses for a long time. But all that was just the calm before the storm. That was what Ronni called 'Vanilla Fudge'. Well, what happened next I would have to call 'Chocolate Shake'! It was like going to Coney Island and riding the Cyclone. Fucking her was like trying to fuck an electric slinky. She licked me, she sucked me, she fucked me, she kissed me, she chewed me, she screwed me, not an inch of my body, inside or out, was left un-fucked. She moved like an anaconda, wrapping herself around me and under me and over me and through me and coming out on the other side of me and always finding another piece of me to arouse. She did fuck my ass with her tongue, and I'm happy to say I returned the favor...twice. What a night. Starting off with sucking Batman, and wrapping it up with a wild ride on a black snake. Well, I shouldn't say night...we didn't get out of bed until noon the following day, and when we did it was just to eat something and bathe. But we started up again in the bath. Ronni decided she wanted to see me with a hairless pussy, so she shaved me, and after she did, of course she had to try it out. So she did, and of course I came, and then she wanted to sit on my face, and one thing led to another, back in bed and she didn't leave until early Monday morning, just in time to rush home and get ready for work. - For the next few weeks we spent a lot of our spare time in the bedroom, and stayed together on the weekends. But Ronni still wanted to fuck men too, and I agreed. So Friday nights became boy toy night. We'd get a hotel room and then go to a bar and pick up a young buck or two. It was so easy. We'd find one we both liked and we'd invite him back to the room, fuck him silly, then we'd clean up and fuck each other the rest of the night. And somehow, the sex with Ronni always seemed wilder and more intense on the nights after we'd shared some cock. Then Ronni called me on the phone at work one Wednesday morning and told me she had good news. I asked her what it was. She hesitated, said she wasn't sure she should tell me or I might wet my pants in the front. "Well, darling, don't make any plans for this Saturday night. You and me got a date." "What?" I asked. "What are we going to be doing?" "What are we going to be doing?" she asked. "We are going to be fucking Batman, that's what we are going to be doing." She went on to tell me that she had learned where the party was being held and had arranged a reservation for two. "And, I'm going to pick up a pack of rubbers on the way home!" she added. - We planned our wardrobe carefully for Saturday night. I wore a sexy red chemise that I knew I looked hot in. Ronni wore a skirt with a sleeveless, cream-colored t-shirt with BACK DOOR GIRL written on it. We wore panties but we both hoped they'd be coming off. "Dawn, you look good enough to eat," Ronni said. "I might have to fuck you myself before we ever get to see Batman!" "Oh, no you won't!" I said. I looked in the mirror. I have to admit that I did look ready to fuck, and I wondered out loud about how I'd turned into such a slut. "You're my slut, girl," Ronni said, and she kissed me. Then we put on our lipstick and were on our way. - When we arrived at the party we saw it was a different, more intimate setting than the previous party. There were different type of chairs and tables scattered about, and comfortable furniture, a bar with seven or eight stools on the right side. There was a small stage set up near an exit door so we got some drinks and sat down on a sofa to wait for the show to begin. "I guess they'll be coming in through that door over there," Ronni said, pointing behind the stage. "Probably out there double-parking the Batmobile as we speak." After a while the show started. With music blasting and lights flashing the dynamic duo danced into view. They went through their rituals of undress to the delight of all the ladies. Then they were down to just their masks, capes, gloves, boots and yes, their thongs, and the whistles started blowing. Soon enough their bat-poles had popped out of those thongs and into girls' mouths. Batman had already had his fat, hard penis between three sets of lips by the time he worked way over to us. Ronni had no trouble getting his attention right away. "Look what we got, Batman!" she screamed, holding up a condom. He recognized us, and came over and stood right in front of us with his erect monster in front of our faces. Ronni wrapped her big mouth around that cock as she ripped open the condom package. I saw the tattooed lips next to his cock and I leaned in and kissed him twice on his groin, leaving my bright red lip marks on him. Then, I don't know what happened, but I became bold. As Ronni was putting the sheath around Batman's swelled manhood, I pulled up my dress, whipped off my panties and handed them to him. There it was for him, my wet, shaved cunt, his for the taking if he wanted it. He put my panties on around his neck. And he took me. He pulled me up by my arms and sat me on the wide arm of the sofa and I leaned back. The angle was right and he lifted me slightly and moved my dress up above my ass in back. He was in position so I grabbed his cock and guided it into me. "You go, girl!" Ronni screamed. "Fuck her good, Batman! Fuck that pussy. Then you can fuck this sista up the ass!" Batman was one hard fucker. I thought he was going to ram me through the back of the couch. He slammed me over and over and we were both grunting with every thrust. I came with a rush, and he kept poking me until my spasms had been reduced to sweaty quivers. Then he surprised me. He put his lips to mine and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth. He slipped his tool out of me and Ronni didn't miss a beat. "Here it is, Batman, "she yelled, unzipping her skirt. "Nice piece of black booty for ya, already lubed up and ready!" So Batman assfucked Ronni and girls were screaming like it was Beatlemania all over again. As big as that cock was, no one could believe her asshole could take it all in. But she did, and there he was, fucking my girlfriend in the ass with my panties around his neck. Little by little that nightstick disappeared into her, and after a couple minutes of him fucking and her screaming various filthy obscenities his dick finally re-emerged with a load of his cum dangling from his cockhead inside the condom. When we got home later that night our lovemaking was ferocious and dirty and funky and nasty and terrific. In the morning the bedroom smelled like pussy and the bed was soaked. - The next weekend Ronni and I were out at a pub shopping for boy-toys but we had to cancel those plans when we ran into my daughter. I hadn't seen Gina for a while, and of course she'd never met Ronni, so she joined us for drinks. We talked and caught up on things, although I didn't elaborate on the nature of my relationship with Ronni...I'd save that for another time. She talked about her studies, her activities, and the normal fare. I asked her if she'd talked to her brother lately and she said no, not really. Neither had I, I said, but that's nothing new of course. Typical Ryan, always did do his own thing. When we parted I told Gina to call or stop over when she had time, maybe have dinner. After Gina had left, Ronni said, "Damn, Dawn, your daughter is hot! Almost as hot as her mama! Does she do girls?" I told her to behave herself. - The next afternoon I received a call from Ryan, the first one in a while. He asked how I was doing, what I'd been doing, and so on, and I did the same. Then he said he needed to get a couple of things that he had stored in the basement, and could he come over and pick them up. I told him sure, anytime. He said thanks, and he'd be over in a couple of hours. I told him that would be fine, I'd be here. When he arrived we hugged and kissed hello and I asked him if he'd like something to drink. He said okay, so I fetched us a couple of iced teas from the kitchen. I sat on one end of the sofa and he sat in a rocker to my left. We made some small talk, he told me about school, exams, and how ready he was to get out. In a few weeks he'd finally be an architect and not just studying to be one. Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a bomb on me and I swear the floor shook underfoot. "So, Mom, how's your girlfriend?" he asked. It's amazing how four simple words can make your stomach feel like ten pounds of cement. "What do you mean?" was all I could stammer. "Your girlfriend. The foxy black babe. How is she?" The silence was deafening. I was at a complete loss for words. "You have good choice in women, Mom, I'll tell you that. How long has..." "It just happened," I interrupted. After a long pause, I repeated, "It just happened." I looked up at him, his eyes burning into mine. "Of course I would have told you and Gina. It's all still pretty new to me." "Well, I'm cool with it, Mom, if it makes you happy. You deserve to be happy." "Really, Ryan? Oh thank you. We're not lesbians, we both like men. We've known each other for years, and I don't know, she was coming on to me and I was too dumb to even know it. And then, gradually, somehow..." My voice trailed off. I asked him, "How did you find out?" After another awkward pause he said, "There's something of yours I've been holding onto that I need to return." Then he reached into his pocket and the second bomb was dropped. He placed my panties on the table between us. The same panties that I'd last seen hanging around Batman's neck. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. "Oh my god!" I cried, "You are...you must think I'm..." I then burst into tears, sobbing. "I'm so sorry...you must think I'm some kind of whore..." I was shaking all over as the tears flowed out of me. Ryan was quickly beside me with his arms around me, trying to console me. He kissed my cheeks and forehead and hugged me, calming me. "Mom, mom, it's okay, stop crying. It's okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of." "But I'm your mother, and now you must think I'm some kind of..." "Shhhh, Shhhh," Ryan said. "I'm serious, calm down. I was afraid you'd think I was some kind of male whore for doing what I was doing. The Batman thing is something I got into last year on a whim and kept with it because the money is just so damn good. Not to mention the fringe benefits. But seeing you at those shows were a couple of the most exciting moments of my life!" I looked in his eyes. "I mean it," he said. "Look, my whole life growing up, I was the kid with the hot mom. All my friends would come to the house just hoping to stare at your tits and ass, they all had wet dreams about you. Shit, even I did." "You?" He smiled. "Oh yes," he said softly. "I always wondered what it would be like. And when I saw you at the parties, I knew it was you and I could tell you didn't know it was me. And it turned me on. When you covered me in lipstick kisses I didn't want to wash them off. And your mouth, the way it felt... I couldn't hold back, my legs almost buckled from the pleasure." "Ryan, please..." "I'm not trying to embarrass you, Mom. You are a beautiful woman, and I wanted you as that woman. The second time when I saw you in that red fuck-me dress and you took your panties off I thought that was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, and wow, my hot mom is not only doing a black girl, she shaves her pussy too! I almost came right then, and I knew you wanted me and I wanted you." He put his lips to mine and wiggled his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him away. "Ryan no, we can't..." "We already have! Mom, we can't undo what's already been done. We're consenting adults here. It doesn't make any difference if it's once, twice, or fifty times." "Ryan, its incest. It's not healthy..." "Come on, Mom, get real. It's not like I'm twelve years old and you're damaging me for life. I don't want us to make babies. I just want ... I just want you." He kissed me again. I stiffened at first but then relented, and parted my lips to receive him. I recognized the kiss, I'd felt this kiss before, only now he didn't wear a mask. It was a long kiss, a kiss between a man and a woman, not a mother and son. I thought to myself: I must be insane, I was going to let this happen. I felt his hand move to my hard-nippled breast and it felt good, I didn't try to stop him. My hand found its way to his hardened cock. "I can't believe this," I said. He took me to the bedroom. He was already shirtless and we rushed to disrobe the rest of the way. He kissed me again hard and then took a lipstick from the dresser and started smearing it on my lips. I finished the application. I knew what he wanted. "Kiss me all over," he said. I gave him what he wanted. I left a trail of cherry red lip prints from his neck to his nipples and southward to the tattoo near his handsome crotch. I licked the length of his cock and kissed his balls. I took one in my mouth and sucked it in. He moaned with pleasure. Then he threw me on the bed and had his way. I learned the difference between fucking and really GETTING FUCKED. He fucked like a god. He was the farmer and I was his field. He dug me, he raked me, he plowed me, he planted me and he seeded me. I sucked that beautiful cock. I couldn't get all of him in my mouth but I got most. I sat on his face and he ate my hot tamale until I came. We fucked twice, and in between his mouth went crazy on my tits. He was rimming my ass when my cell phone rang. It was Gina but I didn't pick up. She could leave a message while her brother's sperm swam inside me. The Crack of Dawn I was lying on my back with a couple of pillows under my butt with Ryan's head between my legs and as I was checking the phone his tongue plunged into my ass. I squealed and squeezed his tongue with my sphincter. As I checked my message his tongue stabbed me, reaching for the depths of my asshole. Ryan came up for air and said, "I'm going to fuck your beautiful ass." He jumped up and went to the bathroom. "Oh no, you don't," I said. "That big fat thing will never fit in my skinny tight ass!" "Sure it will," he said, returning with oil. I checked my message while Ryan lubed his cock as well as its destination. "That was Gina," I said. "She's coming over in about an hour. So hurry up lover boy!" I don't know how long it took, but we pushed and pushed. I massaged by clit into a frenzy and he had maybe half of his dick inside me when I came. He kept driving, a little at a time, and a few minutes later he let out a crocodile groan and I felt his hot load discharge, stream after stream. His tremors lessened to quivers and he was kissing my neck when we heard a loud knocking and the front door open. "Hello! Anybody home?" Gina yelled. Ryan was in me deep and nearly broke his dick off pulling out of me. "Oh shit!" I said, scrambling for my clothes. "Coming, honey!" I called. "Be right there!" I threw on a t-shirt and pulled on my pants. Ryan's cum was dripping down my leg. "Who's shirt is this?" Gina called. "Oh fuck!" Ryan whispered. He had taken his shirt off and dropped it on the way. We heard her rummaging around and then her footsteps barreling down the hall. He scrambled to get into his pants but it was too late. We had left the bedroom door open and Gina was now standing there. "Oh my god! Oh Jesus, don't tell me!" she cried, her hands on her face. To Ryan she yelled, "You're fucking Mom? You fucking bastard!" And to me, louder: "And you're fucking my brother?" There was no point in trying to lie, we were busted. "Honey..." "Don't 'honey' me, goddam it!" she yelled. "You tell me to come by and see you and this is what I find? You're standing there with nipples the size of walnuts jabbing through your shirt and your hair looks like a tractor ran over it. And you! Pulling up your pants trying to hide your big fat boner? Look at you: it looks like some ten dollar hooker walked across your body standing on her lips! This is fucking disgusting! What's the matter with you, Batman, getting blowjobs from forty girls a night isn't good enough for you so you turn your mother into your whore?" She sat on the bed and started crying. Ryan walked over and sat beside her. He put his arm around her and said he was sorry. "So, are you and Mom going to get married, start a family?" she babbled, sobbing. "Gina, please... We're sorry." There was another pause as she sniffled. "This room smells like an elephant's whore house," she said. That cracked the ice a little. We started chuckling, and then Gina did too. Ryan and I started to explain. How I had happened to go to a Batman show and had "participated". And how with all the excitement and noise and flashing strobe lights I hadn't recognized him. "She came with her girlfriend," Ryan said. "Girlfriend?" she replied with disbelief. "Yeah. Foxy black chick." "Ronni? You're fucking Ronni too? Damn, you've been busy." Then she asked, "So, what about today?" "My fault," Ryan said. "Won't happen again. Mom was so upset and felt so bad when she found out I was Batman that I tried to console her. I hugged her...kissed her...one thing led to another. I'm sorry." She wiped her eyes and blew her nose into a tissue. "Was she good?" "Gina, please..." Ryan said. "Is she better than me?" I thought she was going to start crying again, but she didn't. She looked at Ryan and said softly, "I miss you." They hugged each other and Ryan said he missed her too. They kissed. Then Gina looked at the confused expression on my face. "Whose lips do you think are tattooed down there?" she asked me, touching Ryan at the exact spot. A third bomb had just been dropped. They told me their story. They had begun having sex with each other when they were still in high school. They'd always been close but bonded even more after the divorce. It started slowly when one of her friends said she liked Ryan and was going to fuck him. The next week it happened and Gina secretly watched, and was amazed and jealous. She started flirting with him. When he turned eighteen she gave him a blowjob as a birthday present. Three days later he received his acceptance into college and as a reward she blew him in the basement while I was in the kitchen fixing dinner. She said the meatloaf tasted like Ryan's cum that night. But the third time is what kicked it into high gear. She gave him a coupon. This part was inspired by me she said, as I was a coupon clipper. She wrote it by hand and gave it to him. It was written on notebook paper and read: FREE MASSAGE. This coupon entitles Ryan to a free full body massage from Gina. NSA. When Ryan received it he laughed and put it in his pocket, but a couple days later he redeemed it. She told him to strip naked and lay face down on her bed. Gina oiled him and rubbed him up and down from head to toe, first his back, then his front, and it culminated with her going down on him until he came. Then she kissed him on the lips for the first time. After that Ryan took a paper out of the pocket of his jeans that were hanging on a chair and handed it to Gina. It was a coupon for a free massage from him. She redeemed it on the spot. She stripped and for the first time they were naked together. He ran his hands over her body, top to bottom and back to front and then he ate her pussy until she came. When Gina couldn't stand it anymore she pulled his head to hers and they kissed deep and hard. Then she asked him to fuck her. So they fucked and became lovers. They had sex often that year, usually five or six days a week, even when they were dating others. According to them, they did it all, all the time, often right under my nose, and a few times were almost caught. When Ryan went to college she visited him a couple of weekends his first semester...I remembered this...and slept with him. When he came home for the Christmas holidays they fucked every single day, often multiple times. This went on after Gina went away to college until about a year ago when Ryan started the dancing and they became estranged. She couldn't accept that. She was in love with him. By the end of their story they were holding hands. Ryan said he was planning to quit the dancing soon anyway because he was graduating. He'd miss the money, but he'd missed Gina more. We ordered a pizza and afterwards I asked them if they would like a drink or something. Gina said, "Mom, if you don't mind, I think I really just want to go to bed." They retired to the spare bedroom. I took a shower and changed the sheets on my bed, then called Ronni. I didn't tell her any of this, just said the kids were over and it had been a long day. The bed in the other bedroom was a squeaker, the headboard was a banger, and Gina was not quiet in the sack. I finally fell asleep listening to my son and daughter fucking up a storm on the other side of the wall. - In the morning I whipped up a big breakfast of eggs, pancakes and sausage and then went to their bedroom door. I heard lips and skin slapping and quiet groans. I knocked on the door and told them breakfast was on table. They found their way to the kitchen, both with wet, disheveled hair, and devoured the food. Then they told me they were leaving. Together. They were in love. Their plan was to move away together to somewhere no one knew them. He graduated a few weeks later and they stopped over before they left town to say goodbye. Ryan's truck was loaded and Gina was going to leave her car in my garage until they were settled and could arrange to come get it. "Well, Mom," Gina said, "Thank you for everything. Sorry for what we put you through, and sorry if I called you some nasty names..." "Honey," I said, "That's all behind us. Let's just say you have good taste in men and leave it at that." I winked at Ryan. "Well, I think we both do," she said. She looked at Ryan. "Let's show her, Baby." She went to Ryan and began unfastening his jeans. "What are you doing?" I asked. "We want to show you something." She pulled Ryan's pants down to his knees. Underneath he wore a skimpy black thong chock full of his talented custard launcher. I suddenly realized that this was the first time I had seen it flaccid. Then Gina moved his meat aside and pointed to a second tattoo right next to the original. "It's your lips!" Gina said. "I took a picture of him with your lip prints all over him and we had a tattoo made. Cool, huh?" "It was her idea," Ryan said. "Is it real?" I asked. "Of course it's real. Go ahead, you can touch it. It doesn't come off." I touched it, rubbed it a little. It was real. Ryan pulled up his pants. Gina continued, "And I told him, if he ever decides he wants to fuck another woman the only one he can fuck is you! But only if I can watch." Then she took out a lipstick and rubbed it over her lips. She stepped toward me and kissed me on the cheek, grinding her lips into my skin. Then she kissed me with her open mouth, her tongue slipping onto mine. I have to admit I felt a slight tingle between my legs. Then we said our goodbyes and as they were leaving she said that I should come visit them for the Christmas holidays. I said maybe, and to let me know when they found a place. After they left I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at Gina's lips on my cheek. I decided to leave it on there for a while. I fixed a drink and sat on the patio and waited for Ronni to come over. I thought about what Gina had said, about watching us, and about visiting them for Christmas. She hadn't mentioned the sleeping arrangements. But the way she kissed me, could it be wants to watch us, or maybe she wants a three-way under the tree? But then, Ronni had mentioned her son Darrell would be coming home for a week or so at Christmas. Maybe it would be fun to experiment with a young black man. He's only nineteen but he plays college basketball, he must be pretty good putting it in the hole. Ronni arrived and exclaimed, "Who's been kissin' you besides me, girl? You cheatin' on me?" I'd forgotten about the lips. I laughed and told her it was my daughter. "Your daughter? You kiddin' me? Where else did she kiss you?" I told her to fix a drink I had a story for her. I didn't plan on it, but I told her everything. When I was finished I asked her what she thought. "Well, girl, there're two things I think. Number one, I think you ought to write this story down. It's too fucking out there to ever get published, but you ought to at least send it in to one of those sex story websites. A lotta folks will get off of that one!" "What's number two?" "Number two, I think you and me need to grab ourselves a couple lipsticks and get our naked asses into bed." We put on our lipstick and kissed each other all over our bodies, put in on again, kissed, again... Our bodies were literally covered with lips. We took a few pictures just for fun to send to the kids. We looked like vanilla fudge with hundreds of cherries on top. By then we were aching for it and the anaconda came to life and I rode the black snake. Ronni treated me to a Chocolate Shake. END