6 comments/ 180585 views/ 51 favorites Brighton Graduate Ch. 01 By: VictorBlum Walter has had a number of interesting experiences since turning 18 with mature women. His experience continues as he graduates from High School. * Graduation from Brighton High School was on a Thursday which meant there were three days of graduation parties to go to. Walter went to one held by the jazz band drummer Thursday night. On Friday night he went to Doug Slade's party. Doug was one of the "one-two punch" of the championship basketball team, a six foot, 6 inch dark black athletic machine. He also played baseball and ran track. He had asked Walter how to get a bunch of music to play without reloading the record player or having a DJ. Walter spent about six hours in the school studio recording Doug's records (and some of his own) onto 120 minute cassettes so the tape only needed to be changed one or twice during a party. Doug felt obligated to invite Walter to his party even though they really weren't part of the same crowd, so Walter went. Doug's house was only about a half mile walk down the power line right-of-way from Walter's so he walked there and arrived through the back. The house was a large, double split level, with the middle section containing living room, dining room, and kitchen just above grade. The left wing had two bedrooms eight steps up from the center section and a family room eight steps down. The right wing had a master suite up and the garage underneath with the driveway sloping down from the side. Walter walked to the deck where some kids were hanging out and went in through the back door into the kitchen. The party was just getting started, and the music he had set up for Doug was already playing loudly from the downstairs family room. The crowd was mostly the various basketball, baseball, and track jocks that Doug hung out with plus the jock-ettes and groupies. Walter picked up a soda from the open ice-tub and walked through the house, saying hello to some people and getting involved in a couple of conversations. This was not his crowd but he made nice for a while. Walter found Doug on a sofa in the family room, with his girlfriend wrapped around him, talking to a couple of his buddies. He said hi and Doug thanked him for "the tunes." Walter wandered off, and decided he would head out. As he headed into the kitchen, he saw a black woman in a long burgundy dress struggling to get the full trash bag out of the can. He quickly went over and said "Let me help you" as he helped her pull it out. It was very heavy with soda bottles and plates. "Thank you," she sighed. She turned towards him and he got his first good look at her. She was not ebony, but a soft chocolate-brown with straightened, shoulder length black hair. Her face was slender, with high cheek-bones touched with rouge and a hint of crows-feet at the eyes and laugh lines at the corners of her mouth. "Where would you like me to take this?" He asked, now deciding he might stay a while. A beautiful, mature woman was more interesting to him than the shallow girls of high school. "Just put it at the top of the stairs," She said, pointing to a door. He opened the door and saw the stairway down to the garage, so he placed the bag in the corner of the landing and closed the door. "Thank you very much," She said, extending her hand. "I'm Doug's mom, Marjorie Slade." "I'm Walter Meyers," he replied, shaking her had delicately. Had she kept hold of his hand for a moment to long? "I have not met you before. How do you know my son?" "We're not really close. I have access to the jazz band sound studio and he asked me to record some of his albums onto long tapes so he can play the music without having to change records all the time. He invited me because of that, but I really don't hang-out with much of this crowd." Her eyes lit up when he mentioned jazz. She pulled him over to the dinette and sat down. She started asking questions about his taste in jazz, the different styles of jazz, who was the best. She was very into cool jazz and they talked about the different styles of jazz that each liked. He asked her how she got into jazz. "I was heavily involved in jazz dance," she told him. "I thought you were a dancer!" Walter exclaimed. "You look like a dancer." And she did. She had strong firm logs leading up to reasonably wide hips, a flat stomach but almost no chest (Think of Debbie Allen in the series 'Fame'). He used his comment as an excuse to further check her out and discovered he could see under the smooth fabric of her dress that she had a bra on, but it looked almost like a training bra, as it appeared she had very little in it. "Is that good?" she asked with a smile. "Very definitely!" he stated. "I've been into theater and drama for a while. I noticed that most of the serious dancers all seem to have a very similar body shape to yours." Walter talked a little about his theater work and asked her about her dancing. She explained how she danced all through high school, and got a scholarship to University of Buffalo to study dance. She danced classical ballet and modern jazz dance, and minored while she was there. From the way her eyes lit up, she obviously loved to dance. Walter was suddenly thirsty and walked over to the bin of sodas and grabbed a Sprite. He offered to get her one. "No thank you," she answered. "But if you would pour me another glass of wine from the bottle in the fridge." She handed him an empty glass that was sitting on the table. "I could do that, or I could even make you a wine cooler." "What's that?" "It combines wine with soda and fruit flavors," he explained. "I made them on my dad's boat for the cocktail hour sometimes." "It sounds good," she smiled. "Make me one." He opened the first upper cupboard next to the fridge and found a highball glass. Opened the refrigerator and found some white wine and a diet Sprite. As she watched, he grabbed an orange that was sitting in a basket on the counter and cut it in half, then cut a thin slice off one side, squeezing the rest into the glass. He dropped in four ice cubes, half a glass of the soda, and filled it to the top with the wine. The young man professionally placed the orange slice on the rim, a straw in the side, and handed it her with great flourish. As she leaned forward to sip it, he noticed that although she has very small breasts but wearing a black silk bra with red accent lace. 'It looks just like one I used to check out in the Fredrick's catalog,' he thought. 'Although it was filled with a C or D cup in the catalog. Still, it looks good on her.' It was just one more thing making him interested in her. "Mmmm," she said. "This is good!" He poured some of the soda in his glass with some of the wine, but he kept his own drink weak. "So why did you stop dancing?" He asked her, getting her back on track of talking about herself. "I didn't want to, but Doug came along during my senior year." She explained how she was dating one of the college basketball stars and during the summer, they went on vacation together. After a few beers, she got weak and he finally convinced her to "go all the way" because "he loved her." It only took one of those two times during that vacation that she got pregnant. "He was a gentleman about it. We got married and I got a job as a legal secretary while he finished his senior year and got picked up by an NBA team." They moved to Los Angeles and she kept the house and raised the baby while he traveled for the first year. He was well paid and they had a nice house in Las Angeles. But Marjorie got bored with that and when back to school for to work on her law degree. "Two years later I came home one evening from class and found Dougie playing by himself in the living room while Douglas was banging our nanny in the upstairs bathroom!" She told me. "I was very angry at the time, but now I realize that I contributed to the problem. I was more interested in school than I was Doug's father." Her glass was empty and Walter got up and refilled it as she continued talking. He made this one a little stronger this time. He did not know if he was going to get inside that dress, but the idea was definitely making him respond in a "firm" manner. She continued to tell her story, completing her final year of pre-law and then doing the normally four years of law school in six years by going part time. She sent her resumes out and Kodak hired her as a junior-junior corporate lawyer. She knew she got the job because she was both a woman and African-American (she quoted with her fingers). She stuck with it, including putting up with some sexual harassment, but maintained her integrity and slowly got promoted. She was now the equivalent of a senior partner in a law firm, one step below the corporate vice-president for legal affairs. She had moved to Fairport for the quality schools and especially the quality basketball program. Walter gave her all his attention, responding and encouraging her to talk about herself, while he kept imagining what her body was like under that dress. His previous experience with older women was good, but the seduction part was like walking through a mine field. They were interrupted when a couple of girls came in and thanked "Mrs. Slade" for the nice party. Walter realized the party was thinning out, but he wanted a way to hang out after everyone was gone. The trash was full again, so he pulled the bag out and put a new bag in. "Can you show me where the trash goes?" he asked her, picking up the bag. "It's down stairs in the garage," she said, standing up slowly. She walked to the door with her glass in hand, and held on to the handrail as she descended. He picked up the other bag and carefully went down the stairs behind her, balancing the load of two full trash bags. At the bottom of the stairs was a two-car garage with some storage space in front of the two cars. Marjorie lead him over to the trash can and he put both bags in the wheeled can, then turned around to look at the cars, a silver-blue Volvo all-wheel-drive station wagon and a new looking 1980 BMW M1 sports car in dark silver. "That is one sweet car!" Walter said, admiring its smooth lines. "I don't let Doug drive this one," she said with a wave of her hand. "Get in and check it out." The young man opened the driver's door and sat it the tan leather seats. It still had the new leather smell, mixed with a flower smell that he figured must be her normal perfume. The manual shift was leather wrapped, as was the emergency/parking brake handle. Even the stereo plate complemented the interior. "Do you like it?" She asked, hanging her arms on the roof and the top of the door. She was standing so that the smooth curve of her tummy was right at his eye level, thinly covered by the burgundy silk of her dress. Oh yeah," he whispered, looking around the inside. "It's one sweet car. I could have some fun with it but I'd probably end up getting a ticket." He got out and stood up but Marjorie did not move, leaving them face to face with just inches between their faces. Walter could almost feel heat from her body as he stood just inches away, and his shaft was hardening again. It had eased while he was looking at the car, but it came right back. She looked at him and realized she needed move, but as she backed up, her heel caught in the garage floor expansion joint and she stumbled. Walter caught her hand and pulled her upright, causing her wine glass to fall and shatter. She rebounded against his body and he wrapped his arms around her to steady her. Now he could definitely feel the warmth of her belly and groin through his clothes. He wondered if she could feel the swollen member as he steadied her and backed away. She looked down as they separated and Walter knew she did feel it. "I'm sorry," he stammered, acting a little flustered at this. It was not a very smooth approach, but at least it was an opening. "You have nothing to apologize for," she smiled at him. "An old drunk woman shouldn't be throwing herself on you" "You are certainly not an old woman. I find you very attractive." "Be careful young man," she cautions, waving a finger in the young man's face. "I am obviously old enough to be your mother. You shouldn't be lying to me just to make me feel better." Her words may not have said it, but she definitely had noticed his virility. "Why should your age make a difference in your beauty?" he responded, trying to look sincere. "You are very nice to look at, with a set of incredible legs, and very captivating to talk to." "You are very sweet, but incorrigible" She turned and started up the stairs. Walter followed, admiring the sheer fabric of her dress covering her wonderfully tight ass...without a panty line! He glanced down to her ankles to double check that she was not wearing pantyhose. She was wearing nothing but that lace bra under her dress. "Nice butt too," he commented softly. She stopped abruptly, and then turned slowly to face him. From two steps above she looked down on him. "Are you trying to seduce me...to hit on me?" Walter smiled and shrugged. She stepped down one step and they were almost eye to eye. "Well?' she asked, just inches from his face. He looked nervous to her, like he might be in trouble. But his mind was calculating what answer would move him closer to the goal. "I guess my answer would depend on if you would be offended or complemented" She raised both arms and rested them on his shoulders, fingers intertwined with his hair. "Definitely complemented," she answered. Walter leaned forward and brushed her lips with his, and she closed her eyes. He pushed forward a little more and then she pulled his head to her, crushing his lips. Her lips opened and he automatically opened his mouth so she could drive her tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed the globes of her tight ass. She released his mouth and leaned back a little, but he pulled her hips to his, grinding his hard shaft against her pubic mound. She pushed back hard, pressing herself against his shaft, rubbing her clit against it through the clothes. "Oh God; I want this," she whispered in his ear "It's been too long!" There was no pretence of games now. It was obvious where this was taking them. "Do you want to stay down here?" he asked her. "No," she said taking his hand as she turns up the stairs "Follow me." She eased the door at the top of the stairs open and saw no one in the kitchen or dinning room. The party had thinned out, and no one could be seen on this level of the house. The music was still loud from the family room, although no voices could be heard. "Wait here" she said, squeezing his hand at the kitchen door. She went towards the stairs to the family room. "Doug" she called loudly, then went down the stairs. She found Doug and Bradley each on a couch with their respective girlfriend. Both girls had their clothes slightly askew. Walter could hear Marjorie tell Doug she was going to bed and she would finish cleaning up the kitchen in the morning. Doug said he would clean-up down here before he went to bed and Marjorie came back up the stairs. She paused at the kitchen door to make sure Doug was not looking, and then quickly lead Walter down the hall and past the powder room to her bedroom. "I don't think Doug will be disturbing us at all," she whispered to the young man. She opened the door and ushered him through it, then closed the door behind them. The loud music from the family room was almost completely cut off with the door closed. Underfoot, the cream colored Berber carpet was extra soft - like it was double padded. Marjorie led Walter down a short hallway and he glimpsed a large master bathroom as they walked by. The passage then opened into a beautiful, open bedroom. The walls were painted in an orange-tan textured paint that looked like stucco or mud walls, while the windows were covered with roll-down straw shades. The back wall had a pair of French doors that must have gone out to a deck or balcony, also covered in straw shades. There were some African scene prints on the walls above very the dark mahogany furniture. The centerpiece of the room was a queen sized four-post bead with white mosquito net draped on the upper spreader bars and hanging down over the head and foot of the bed. At the foot of the bed was a mahogany chest covered with a leopard-skin rug. "This room is beautiful," Walter whispered. "And it is definitely complete with you in it. You are absolutely a queen here." "A queen?" She said. She faced him and moved a step closer so that he had no breathing room. He could feel the warmth of her body and smell the musky mixture of her perfume, alcohol, and sex. She looked sternly at him and said, "I understand perfectly. You want to have sex with me, don't you?" Walter now knew he was going to have sex with this beautiful black woman. She had stated it as a question, but the answer was obvious. His hard, throbbing cock was straining at the zipper of his pants but he just looked into her eyes. His mind screamed how much he wanted to screw her silly but he remained silent and pretended to be more innocent so that she might think she was in control. And she pressed further. "Walter, have you ever had sex with a black woman before?" "No." "Do you want to have sex with me, Walter?" Her sudden change into taking charge excited him, and caused his shaft to throb. Her gaze lowered from his eyes to the bulge in his pants. Walter's gaze followed hers so that they were both staring down at the bulge of his hard cock. "Yes." he said finally. "I want to get inside you so much that I can hardly think of anything else. I have a condom if we need..." "I had a hysterectomy last year," she interupted as she started to undo his shirt buttons. "I can't get pregnant, but I've had no sex since then, so please be gentle." She slid her hand down the front of his pants and caressed the hard cock through his pants. "I have never been with a white man before but I want to be with you. I need you." She placed her right hand behind his head and pulled his lips close to hers. As their lips touched, she murmured, "If you want me to stop, just tell me." Then she pressed her soft lips onto his. Their tongues found one another and start by wrestling and finally ended up entwined in a soul searing kiss. His white hands slid across the smooth fabric of her dress and rested on her soft ass, gently squeezing and kneading it through her dress. She nibbled at his earlobe and whispered huskily, "Remember Walter, if you don't want me to do this, you just have to tell me to stop." Walter's answer was reaching behind her and unzipping her dress. She stepped back and let the dress fall to the floor. There she stood, in her heels and the black lace bra, seeming to fill the room with her glow. Her skin looked perfectly smooth, without a blemish. Her long legs were still muscular and strong, leading to a small, dark triangle of short pubic hair. She shaved only enough to keep it below her bikini line, but obviously kept the whole mound trimmed short. Walter could not believe how absolutely beautiful she really was and stood in awe. "You are very beautiful," he gasped. He stepped forward and as they kissed again, his hands moved down to Marjorie's tits. He squeezed them against her rib cage through the bra, then found the front catch and released it. She dropped her arms letting it fall to the floor with her dress and at last he got to see her warm, chocolate tits. They looked so enticing that he twisted and squeezed her hard nipples and watched her squirm. "O-o-oh-h-h! Walter, that feels so good." she moaned and closes her eyes. He bent down and licked at her nipples teasingly before engulfing them and sucking them hungrily. "O-o-oh-h-h baby, suck my tits!" she said in an unsteady voice as she pulled his head to her chest. His hands moved down her smooth body, caressing her silky skin and rubbing her ass. One hand gripped her ass as the other moved around and began to caress her public mound. Sudden she squealed quietly and her legs got wobbly as she had an orgasm. She all but fell and he stopped long enough to move her to the bed. Brighton Graduate Ch. 01 Walter sat her on the edge of the bed but immediately spread her legs and knelt between them. She looked surprised. "What are you doing?" She asked. He worked his fingers over her pussy lips and she gasped. Then he licked her outer labia lightly and then ran his tongue across her swollen clit. As the moans rolled from her lips, he asked, "Do you want me to lick your pussy, Marjorie? Do you want to feel my tongue wriggling around inside you and dancing on your clit?" From listening to the black guys at school talk, he knew they did not eat pussy and was not surprised at her answer. "No one ever did that to me before," she whispered. He passed his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top and flicked it over her clit again. "Oh God, yes! Do that again!" New moans escaped her lips and she began to rock her hips in a fucking motion. Walter teased for a bit more and then, spreading her legs wide, plunged his face and tongue deeper into her dark womanhood and increased the pace of the licking. As she moved closer to the edge of an orgasm, her thighs closed around his head and her hips began to rock and buck. His head was now trapped between her soft thighs and Walter licked furiously as she writhed and moaned on the bed. Her fingers were laced into his blond hair and she thrashed violently and squirted his pink face with fluid as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her chocolate body. Walter had never experienced a woman that ejaculated before, although he had read about it. He backed off and watched as the pleasure waves subsided and she collapsed back onto the bed. When her orgasms subsided and she opened her eyes, the young man stood up and looked down at her. He had never seen anything so sexy and exciting: Her hair was wild and her eyes were fiery; her skin was glowing with perspiration and her pussy lips were slick with her slippery juices. The room was filled with the sweet smell of her sex and it was so enticing. She smiled radiantly at him. "That felt soooo good, baby," she said dreamily. "No one has ever licked my pussy before." "Never?" He asked. "Why not?" "I don't know," she mused. "I guess men I've been with don't eat pussy." "I have heard that black guys don't go down but they don't know what they are missing," he smiled. "I have not seen anything as sexy as you just looked after your orgasm. Nor have I ever experienced a woman that ejaculated like you do." "All women don't do that?" she questioned. "I know I only do it sometimes...usually when I'm masturbating. I have not had a lot of quality orgasms with men." "I look forward to giving you more," Walter replied. "If you want me to, that is" "I look forward to exploring you as well," she said and sat up. Her hands went to his zipper and slowly, ever so slowly, unzipped his pants while looking into his eyes. Unsnapping the shorts, she dropped them to the floor and began to run her nails over the long bulge in his white underwear. "Briefs?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "I prefer the way they hold me without shaking," he answered. "I have tender testicles and they don't like hanging loose as I walk." She teased him for a few moments before pulling the underwear down. Her warm hands felt good on his hard cock as she began lightly stroking it and caressing his balls. Now it was Walter's turn to whimper. She pushed him back a little as she slid off the bed and knelt at the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor in front of that throbbing cock, she asked, "Walter, do you want me to suck that big thing? Tell me you want me to suck it." "Marjorie, I have dreamed about you sucking me all evening long. Please wrap your lips around me," he begged. She flashed a brilliant, naughty smile as she looked up at him making sure that he watched as her tongue slid up the length of swollen shaft. She kissed the head of the cock and then engulfed it in her hot mouth. Walter watched entranced as her head slowly bobbed up and down the length of his cock. Her left hand encircled the root as she continued slide her lips up and down the length. Her right hand lightly tickled his balls and the sensitive flesh just beyond. This was the position of power for Marjorie and she was in control. As a lawyer, she obviously liked being in control. Walter was moaning and groaning as she alternately teased and sucked earnestly on his throbbing cock. Just as his balls began to tighten and Marjorie felt he was about to cum, she raised her head and squeezed tight with her left hand to stop him his approaching orgasm. "I want you somewhere else" she commanded. At that moment, Walter felt like he had never wanted to fuck a woman so much as right now. His cock felt as hard as an iron bar and was pointing up. He also knew that he needed to stall and simmer down or he would last all of three thrusts. He pulled her up off of her knees and looked in to her brown eyes. "Do you want my big, thick cock filling your hot wet pussy?" he teased. "Oh yes, baby! I have never wanted this as much as I do right now. I want you to fill me and stretch me." Walter lifted Marjorie onto the bed and spread her legs. Then he climbed on the bed where could see her dark brown lips parted to show the hot wet pink inside of her. Partly to let his tension ease, and partly because it looked so good with her swollen clit above her lips, he bent down and started licking her clit. "No...Not...Oh...OOHH!" she seemed so confused. Walter teased her with his tongue for a few moments until she pulled his hair up forcing him to look her in the face. "I need you inside me!" she commanded him. With that, he placed the cock head at her pussy lips and slid it up and down the slick slit, pausing to rub it on her clit. It looked real wild with his pale shaft sliding on her dark labia and he was enjoying the sight. It was almost a whimper now: "Please, please fill me. Please put it in me." Walter moved up on his knees until he was above her. Slowly, he began the ease himself into her heated depths, pausing every quarter inch or so and pulling back to better distribute her natural lubrication on the shaft. It was incredible to watch as his pink shaft disappeared in her dark, dripping pussy lips. Her moaning was driving him crazy too and he started to thrust. She suddenly grunted and squeezed her legs together, holding him in place. "Easy baby," she panted. "It's been a while for me, and you are quite sizable." "I'm sorry," he said and started to pull out. She stopped that too. "No, baby! Just take your time, nice and slow." she soothed. Walter went back to the slow in and out, trying to take his time. "Is that better?" He asked. "Ohh yesss!" she moaned. Then she asked, "How much more is there?" He looked down and guessed. "About an inch." he answered proudly. "Are you ok?" "It already feels like you're going to split me in two," She gasped. "Can you just stop for a moment?" Walter stopped pressing and relaxed a bit, allowing her to get used to having him inside her. She felt tighter than the women he had been with before, but she was so wet there was little resistance. She lifted up her knees and spread her legs wide. "I want it all," she moaned as she rotated her hips up. "Give it to me, but slowly." Walter started easing in and out of her again, each slow thrust in going a little further. He could see hurt in her eyes, but at the same time she started rocking back and forth to meet him. When she felt his pubic hair against her pussy, she grabbed his hips and held him still, fully in her. "Ooohhh, " She growled. "That's quite a lot to get in there when it's been a while since anything other than a toy has been in there." Walter shifted his weight so he could relax a little without crushing her. She started rocking her hips and rubbing herself against the base of his shaft. Walter watched her face and realized she was teasing again, trying to be in control. He let it go on a few more minutes, but soon could not take the teasing anymore and thrust forward, sinking in to his balls and filling her completely. He then started fucking her hard and deep like a man possessed with desire...for her. Thrust after thrust, his balls slapped against her ass and they both moaned in the pleasure of their lust. She lifted her legs and encircled his waist so that her spiked heels dug into his ass. It was like she was using them as spurs to coax him on and fuck her even harder and deeper. Her hips were bucking to meet each of his thrusts as Walter pounded her brown pubic mound. He rammed in once more and tried to warn her but all he got out was "NOW!" She responded with a shrill "O-o-oh-h-h! I'mmmm cummminngggg!" Her legs locked tightly around him, keeping the squirting penis deep within her pussy. He could feel her pussy spasm around his cock as it pumped cum deep into her core. It was as though her pussy was hungrily sucking the cum from his balls. Walter gave one more hard thrust and then collapsed onto Marjorie in a sweaty heap. As he lay there catching his breath, her hands slowly begin caressing his back and butt. "That was incredible," she breathed. "I never knew it really could be like that." "Like what?" he asked as he rolled off of her and lay next to her glistening body. "I had read about women having multiple orgasms," she explained. "But I thought it was really just some myth men created to make their stories more exciting. Now I have experienced it and I'm a believer. Thank you." She leaned forward and their lips met in a gentle but stimulating kiss. She moved her mouth down his neck and across his chest until she found a nipple. Gently nibbling it, her hand found his semi-hard cock and began to slide up and down its length, using their combined cum as a lubricant. "Now I want more." She breathed and moved to his other nipple. Walter's shaft quickly grew hard again under her manipulations. Most women don't suck a man's nipples like this woman, but since hers were so sensitive as to cause her to orgasm, she assumed everyone was wired that way. It was very stimulating and Walter's shaft grew into pulsing, rock-hard pleasure pole for Marjorie's exclusive use this night. She sat up and pushed Walter onto his back, then rose up and straddled his hips, lowering her swollen, wet pussy lips onto that hard shaft that was lying on his stomach. She began to slide herself back and forth against it as it lay on his stomach, allowing the thickness of it to split her labia without entering, causing the combined juices still in her to flow out. Walter could feel the juices running down each side of his scrotum and soaking the bed under his ass. She slid up a little and his swollen glans was now rubbing her pink clitoris at the top of every stroke. He watched as she closed her eyes and pushed down and rubbed herself harder against the shaft. His course pubic hairs were rubbing her puffy labia and she started to moan again. Walter reached up and cupped her small breasts, rubbing her hyper-sensitive dark nipples with his thumbs and fingers. That was enough to set her off again, and she squealed again. Unfortunately for the young man, her hands were on his chest and when she came, she tightened them into fists, pulling some of his chest hair out. he screamed in pain and grabbed her wrists to keep her still as she went through her orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled. "More," was all she said. No apology, just that command. She leaned over and reached down to grab the cock, and then eased herself down on it. More juices ran down the sides of his scrotum, displaced inside her hole by the big shaft. He let go of her wrists and she leaned forward, resting her elbows either side of his head. Her face was inches from his so he leaned up and kissed her soft brown lips. Then he ran his tongue down her neck, licking the perspiration off her skin. That seemed to set her off again. She reared up and started pumping back and forth on his embedded cock, adding a hip roll to the motion that made her clit rub against the base of his penis. It felt incredibly silky smooth, warm and sweet to Walter as Marjory's pussy took in his cock. At the same time, he could feel her muscles squeezing as she slid down each time. It almost felt like his dick was growing with every inch that slid inside her hot cunt. The head was gliding along the channel, making way for the rest, and the shaft was wrapped and kissed, licked and sucked by her body. Then she leaned back and her thighs were seated on his hips. "You're inside," she said, smiling down at him. "You're all the way inside me." "Yeah," he panted. "First time in a while that I've had a second round," She gasped, each motion of their bodies flaring bright agony deep inside each of them, agony that begged for orgasm. "Years, it's been..." "Do you like it?" he asked with a smile. "Oh, baby," she said. "We'll do this until you have another orgasm inside me." They kissed and as they kissed she lifted, just a little, and settled back onto him. Lifted again, settled back. Up, down. Up, down. Marjorie was fucking him now, definitely in charge. He let her do this for a while but then he started moving too, lifting, nudging up and in a little as she came down, and pulling back when she rose. "Good God," she said. "What are you doing to me?" She arched her back, and then looked down to see that thick cock disappearing inside her pussy. Every time she moved up the shaft glistened with her juices, and then she would slide back down on it. Over and over Walter got that sensation of the head slipping along a tight, warm groove. "You're so deep in me," she said, her motions long and slow. "So big..." Walter was straining now, feeling his heart driving against his ribs in an attempt to wait for her orgasm. He was beginning to shudder, so all he could muster in response was a grunt. She heard it in his voice and tilted forward to kiss him, her hips beginning to rise and fall more quickly. "It's okay, baby. Do it. Come." "Ohhhh... I can't hold on..." He moaned, and she increased her speed. "Come in me Walter," she hissed. "Come in my pussy." Her lips brushed his ear. "Come in my pussy, baby," she said louder, and moved fast, all of a sudden, thrusting herself against him at incredible speed. He closed his eyes and saw black for a second, then a huge light burst in his mind. The explosion of this lovemaking was tremendous and his dick raged, throbbing and erupting. She rocked over him, milking his cock with her cunt, sucking the cum right out of him and urging him with each movement to pump more into her. Then she exploded, gasping and panting and screaming unintelligible sounds. The clench of muscles in her pussy grabbed his dick harder and squeezed. In the heat of the sex, the orgasm destroyed any sense either of them had of where he ended and she began. They were fused as one body. She screamed as the semen again filled her, pulsing in her flesh and causing her to have another ejaculation orgasm. Her juices flowed out and covered him again as their bodies slowed the urgent thrusting. She twitched and lowered her dark body onto his pale flesh, settling into an embrace while still coupled. He could feel the cum from her pussy settling around his cock and soaking the bed beneath his butt. She smiled at him and they kissed. "Oh Walter," she said. "Thank you. Thank you so much." Tears filled her eyes, tears of gratitude and pleasure. "You're very welcome," he said soothingly. Walter cuddled her as her body shuddered from orgasm after-shocks. They both dozed off into an exhausted sleep. Walter opened his eyes, looked up and it was light out! Her alarm clock said it was 5:30 and just about sunrise. "Hey good lookin'," he said quietly. "I think we need to get up! I really need to get home." She opened her eyes and then started. "Oh God!" She exclaimed. "You need to leave before Doug gets up!" "I know. I'll go out the back and hit the woods." That calmed her as Doug's room was on the front side of the house. "Just check that he is in his room." Walter got up and went to the bathroom. A quick wipe with a wash cloth and he started to get dressed. Marjorie got up and reached in her closet to put on a beautiful maroon robe that was just long enough to cover her derriere. Walter finished dressing and went to her. "You look good enough to eat," he told her, wrapping her in his arms. She melted into him for a moment, then pushed away. "You have to go," She told him. "I would love for you to stay, but there are issues we have to deal with." "Do you want me to come back?" "OH yes!" She panted. "I want so much more." "When should I be here?" Walter asked as he pulled her crotch into his. She thought for a moment. "Doug has another party tomorrow...I mean tonight." She told him. "I'll drive him there and pick him up. Come by around 9:00. If the Volvo is gone or in the driveway, come in through my balcony door. If it's in the garage, Doug's still here so don't come in!" "OK." He answered. "Make sure Doug is in his room." She went to the door and opened it. Peering out, she made sure Doug was not in sight, and then walked down the hall. In a moment she was back. "He's asleep in the family room," she said, getting close enough to him that he could smell her musky scent again. "Thank you for a wonderful night. We'll talk about it tonight. Go now, before he wakes up." And she kissed him quickly, and then pushed him toward the doors. Walter went out the French doors, jumped down off her balcony and ran to the tree line. He looked back and she was standing there inside the open door. She saw him look back and opened her robe, exposing her naked body to him! Walter licked his lips at her and moved deeper into the woods. He needed to go home and get some sleep if he was going to do this again tonight! To Be Continued... Brighton Graduate Ch. 02 What has transpired before in Graduation Party 1: Walter spent the last night seducing a classmate's mother (Marjory Slade) at a graduation party at her house. While Doug Slade was banging a cheerleader in the family room, Walter was filling his beautiful African-American mother with his white meat. When he left her bedroom at 5:45 am, she gave instructions to return that same night. Walter moved through the woods in the dim light of dawn and ran down the power line right-of-way and made it home in 10 minutes. No one was up yet so he hit the shower immediately, and went to bed. He woke up around 11:00 and went downstairs. his mother was in the kitchen and immediately looked up at him. "So, what time did you finally get home?" She asked sternly. Walter did not know if she knew the truth or not, but figured that the time was the part of the story that he should stick to the truth on. "Just before 6:00." He said calmly, then went over to the cupboard and started to get out some cereal. "And why where you out so late?" He had thought about this as he walked home and had a carefully laid out story that he could get some friends to back him up on. "Steve was too drunk to drive his car home, so I drove him home." He said. "I stayed there until his brother came home to make sure he would be alright. Then I walked here." "You should have called." She scolded. "Were you drinking last night?" "I had a glass of wine with Mrs. Slade." He answered. "All they had was cheap beer so I did not drink much. I just ran the stereo and helped Mrs. Slade keep the party under control." This was a blend of truth and fiction, but who was going to say different? Walter knew Steve and his brother would cover the story and Marjorie was definitely not going to tell his mother that she spent the night getting her fill of his cock! "Are you going out tonight too?" She asked. "Yeah," Walter answered without too much enthusiasm. "Steve and Rosen are having a grad party for jazz band guys, and they invited they guys from the Pittsfield and Monroe High school bands." "Are you going to come home at a reasonable hour?" "Can I just crash at Steve's house and come home in the morning?" "Are you going to drink that much?" she asked. "No. I would just rather crash there than come home late with all the other drunks out there. Besides, mom, I only graduate high school once!" He poured the milk for his cereal and headed for the family room to watch some TV. "All right," she conceded as her son walked away. "But no drinking and driving!" Walter chilled out at home the rest of the day, and even took a nap. He figured that he might need the energy tonight. At seven, he took a shower and shaved, put on some clothes and set off towards Marjorie's house. Walter popped out of the power-line right of way at the cross street down from her house so he could see her garage. Just as he turned the corner onto her street, she pulled up next to him in her Volvo station wagon. The power locks clicked as they unlocked, so he just opened the door and got in. She was wearing a loose set of white shorts and a dark blue, knit sleeveless top with a high neck. He leaned over to give her a kiss but she put up a hand. "Wait until we're inside," she cautioned. She quickly drove down the street and into the garage. She pushed the remote button and watched the garage door come down in the rear view mirror. When the door was all the way down, she put a hand on his chest, leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "Before we go inside," she said. "We need to talk." "OK." Walter said cautiously. "You need to understand, I have never had someone do to me what you did last night." She explained. "I want more but I am scared...for both of us." "Is it the race thing, the age thing, or just how fast it's moving?" He asked, trying to sound sensitive and concerned. "All of it," she sighed. "Realistically, this will not really end up as a long term relationship," he told her, trying to be gentle without killing his chances tonight. "Right now, we are just finding pleasure in each other. If what we started last night develops into something else, we'll deal with it then. We're on step two of an unknown path. The path may split around the next tree, or it may become a fixed road. But we travel the same way regardless: one step at a time." "That's a sweet sentiment," She said guardedly. "But do you mean it? Are you just using me?" "Yes, I am," he replied. Her eyes flared at the man that was equal to her son in age. "But you are using me too. We are using each other for pleasure right now. The fact that we are having this conversation means that we are not doing it recklessly. I will not purposely hurt you, and you will not purposely hurt me." "Are you the contract lawyer here?" She asked, suddenly grinning. "I have obviously underestimated both your maturity and your experience." "If you need to think it over, I can leave," he offered. In his mind, he was screaming for her to say no. Walter waited for what seemed like forever as she looked at him with raised eyebrows, evaluating his words. "That's the real problem," she answered. "I know I should send you home and end this right here, but I have been thinking about you all day. I have masturbated twice today and still feel like I am dripping wet. I need to get you upstairs...now." Walter was out of the car like a shot, holding the door for her as she got out. He held her hand up the stairs and through the kitchen She wasted no time at all. She kicked off her sandals and grabbed him by the shirt. He pulled her into a long, deep kiss, and held it. Their hands started to explore each other with her hands going down his back so she could grab his ass, pulling their groins together. One of his hands went behind her neck and pulled her head close while the other went to the inside of her shorts, caressing her butt. Walter could feel that she was wearing a thong made of something that felt smooth and silky. They both fell onto her couch with her on top. She straddled the young man, his cock hard as hell against her pussy. She broke the kiss and sat up straight. Her hands went to either side of her top and she pulled it over her head, showing her small bra-covered breasts. Each mound was encased it its own black lace cup, which contrasted against her perfectly chocolate skin. Walter kissed her lips again, and then started a journey south. His lips moved to her neck, then traveled across her upper chest, and down between her breasts. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, exposing her small breasts to his mouth. Her nipples jutted out from the ends of her breasts, looking painfully hard. They were a darker than the rest of her skin, but wonderful all the same. He took one exposed nipple and began sucking and biting feverishly while his hand took the other breast and began squeezing. Marjorie started moaning in ecstasy. "Oh, God, Walter, " She moaned into his ear. "That's feels soooo great. Ah, harder." Now one of her hands was on the back of his head, smashing it even further into her chest, the other hand had slid under her shorts and she began play with herself. Walter switched breasts, mouthing her left breast now, while playing with her right nipple with his fingers. Last night had taught him that she could get out of control just doing this, and he wanted her out of control. Then, suddenly, she shoved him back onto the couch and stood up. The young man knew she was taking control again. It was almost a game for her, to give herself without loosing total control. He took this opportunity to remove his shirt, exposing his chest and nipples. Marjorie now stood before him in nothing but her cute shorts. She reached down into them and grabbed the sides of her thong which she pulled up to reveal the straps, which matched the bra in both color (black) and style. Women match their underwear only when they plan on showing it off, he thought to himself. This only meant one thing: Marjorie had been planning this from when she got dressed. She turned around and showed him her butt. It was not fat, but it did have that uniquely African American 'bubble' shape. It was firm and muscular, which wasn't a bad thing at all. She undid the button and zipper on her shorts and slowly began to slide them downwards. Centimeter by centimeter, she exposed to him her sweet brown ass. She was slowly torturing him as he saw the triangle of black silk come into view at the top of her ass. Walter considered himself an ass lover and he loved this view on any woman. It looked sexy on any woman, but it looked especially sexy on her. As she bent over all the way to slide her shorts to her ankles, her ass was completely exposed to him, covered only sparingly by her thong underwear that disappeared between he globes of her ass. She stood up and stepped out of her shorts and kicked them off to the side. She looked at him with that devilishly sexy look in her eyes. Walter had such a full hard on at this point that it hurt. "Let's take this into the bedroom" she said seductively. "Great idea!" Walter answered. She picked up her clothes and walked slowly down the hall, swinging her hips and looking over her shoulder. He got up and quickly followed her, undoing his pants as he went. Stepping out of his pants, he tossed them on the floor and then closed the door to her bedroom. He stood there with his erection and watched her climb up on the bed. She lay there on the bed and although it was dark, her whole body seemed to glow with excitement and passion. She looked at him and motioned him to come to her. He stepped towards the bed and she sat up and stretched out her hand for his. He took hold of it and she pulled him gently onto the bed so he sat next to her. She lent forward to kiss him and Walter knew there was no going back. Their lips touched and immediately passion overtook both of them. Long, hot wet kisses ensued as their tongues wound around each other. He lay down on the bed next to her and began to rub her small brown breasts. Walter enjoyed looking at the contrast between his lightly tanned hands and her chocolate skin. He started to suck and lick on them gently as she sighed lovingly. As he continued and began to nip them gently between his teeth, his hands roamed down her body and crept between her welcoming thighs. He fondled her legs and felt the smooth coolness of that black thong. She gasped as his fingers reached her silky thong and he began to rub her pussy through it. Pulling back the material, he rubbed her dampening lips and slid two white fingers inside her brown body causing Marjorie to moan softly. "Ooh, that feels so good" she whispered as she reached down and began to pull on his now solid member. Walter continued to finger her for a short while and then moved down her body and kissed at the inside of her thighs. His lips moved upwards until she could feel his hot breath next to where his fingers were inside her. "Yes Walter, lick me" she pleaded. He pulled at the thong and heard the sound of Velcro releasing just a little. Obviously quick release, he thought and yanked hard, to be rewarded by unobstructed access as the Velcro broke away. "That's it, don't stop, don't stop, don't ..." her words stopped, her legs locked out and she pushed with hard urgency against him as her climax racked through her. She began to cry out as the main body of her orgasm died down and the final convulsions pervaded her gorgeous body. "I can't even remember ever having come like that before" she said when her breathing had returned to normal. Her son's friend smiled at her and kissed her again, "And we haven't even started yet" he teased. Marjorie moved down the bed and took him in her hand again and started to caress his hard cock. Lowering her head, she slid her soft lips around the head of his dick and began to slowly bob her head up and down on his shaft. Walter moaned as her mouth enveloped him and he played with her kinky black hair. She rubbed the insides of his thighs softly with one hand and fondled his balls with the other as she sucked on him. "Oh Marjorie, that feels fabulous" he managed to whisper between groans. She smiled without taking her mouth from around his shaft and just continued to suck away. "Marjorie" "Mmm" she said, her mouth still wrapped around him. "I want you now." She stopped and lay next to him on the bed and he climbed in between her open thighs. He paused to find the entrance to her hole, but she grabbed his dick and guided him in. Walter pushed into her and she gasped out as he stretched her insides. "Yes Walter, do it to him now" she whispered. "I've wanted this all day." Obediently, he commenced pushing into her, going a little further each time as she loosened up to his advancing member. Her juices quickly lubricated them both enough for him to gather momentum and push into her willing hole with long hard strokes. "You're gorgeous when you're horny," he whispered as he screwed her. "Thank you" she replied and started to push up against him. She tossed her head back into the pillows, calling out his name as he thrust into her vigorously. He stopped briefly, pulling out and turning her over on her side, then straddled her lower leg and entered her again from behind, pushing deep into her as she pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts whilst crying out in ecstasy. "Oh God, Walter" she moaned, "Harder." Her words were willing him on and he pumped deep into her, gripping her hip tightly for leverage as his sack slapped against her behind. "I'm coming again, please don't stop!" She pleaded. Walter was almost to the point where he couldn't have stopped even if he'd wanted to. She crushed her face against the pillow, muffling her hoarse cries. He slowed down his thrusts and stopped for a while to give her (and himself) a chance to recover. She let the pillow fall away from her face, then reached between her legs and felt his hard shaft still in her. "You've already lasted longer than the few men I have known before," she commented. "And I'm not finished yet" "So I see" she smirked, casting her eyes down towards his still rampant tool. His hand crept down to her crotch, deftly slipped between her lips where his thumb began to rub at her clit again. She gasped and closed her eyes as she bit lightly on her bottom lip. She let him do that for just a moment, the grabbed his wrist. "Take it out," She said with a quivering voice. "I want you on top of me." He pulled out of her hot hole and they repositioned their bodies. He paused to look at her again as he knelt between her legs but she was insistent. She grabbed his shaft and guided him in once more, wrapping her cocoa legs around his back and dugging her heels into his buttocks. Taking his weight on his arms, he propped himself up above her and began to thrust into her again. "I'm going to make you come again, Marjorie" he whispered as he licked at her earlobe. "Yes, please do" she yearned. Using her heels she urged him on faster and they both groaned loudly with pleasure as pace intensified. She began to claw at his back with her long nails trying to pull him deeper into her but he was too lost in his own pleasure to feel any pain. "I'm about to come" he warned, which only served to make her pull him into her faster still, raking at his shoulders with her long red nails. He cried out as he came inside her and she thrust her hips against him to ensure every drop of sperm was embedded deep within as her own climax racked through her shaking body. Walter stayed the rest of the night, which was spent in much the same manner and left early the next morning before Doug got home. She was not sure when she could see him again, but she promised she would call him. Walter did not have to wait very long. Tuesday evening, his mom answered the phone and said it was for him. He picked up the phone and waited for his mom to hang up. "This is Walter," he said cautiously. "It's Marjorie," she said softly. "Can you talk safely?" "Not really," he answered, knowing his mom was probably trying to listen from the other room. "Doug has friend staying over all weekend, so we can't meet here." She really sounded disappointed. "Are you free all day Saturday?" "Not easily." Walter spent weekends with his dad and getting out of that would involve more elaborate excuses. "But I really need to see you." She whined. "Could we do it Friday?" "I would have to take a day off." She said thoughtfully. "Can you promise me all day?" "Yes, I can do that." "Do you have somewhere we can go that no-one would recognize us?" "Yes, I do." He was already thinking of the boat. "I'll pick you up at 9 o'clock exactly where I picked you up last time," she said, now sounding very excited. "I'm soaking wet just thinking about it. Do you want to know where my hand is right now?" "No, that won't be necessary." Like he could not imagine. If he had been alone, this would have been an interesting phone call but not with his mom in the next room. "Friday morning will be fine." "Don't let your mom see your stiffy, baby." She teased. "I'll see you Friday." And she hung up. Five minutes later, his mom walked into the room to put away some books. The books had been sitting out for three weeks but now she decides to put them away. Any excuse for an inquiry. "Who was that on the phone?" She asked casually. "Mrs. Slade is a lawyer up at Kodak and she heard about an intern position for the summer that I might be interested in." He was again creating half truth, but the deceptions are easier to remember if they are tied to the facts. "I'll be going in on Friday to interview with that department." "Do you know what it involves?" "Not really," he answered truthfully. "It's something to do with sound." The only sound effects involved would be the sounds Marjorie would be making next Friday. Brighton Graduate Ch. 03 What has transpired before in Elmira Graduate 2: After another night with his classmate's mother, they arranged to spend all of Friday together. This beautiful African-American mother got divorced due to her husband's affairs because she did not like sex. This has all changed now, as the story continues. * The next two days seemed to drag, but Friday at 8:15 Walter was out the door and on the path down to the road near Marjorie's house. He was waiting under a tree for 15 minutes before she showed up in the BMW. He hopped in so quickly it was like she had hardly stopped. "Where to?" she asked. "Drive up to the lake, then drive east on shore drive." he instructed her. "We'll be there in about 45 minutes." It was then that Walter looked over at this African-American mother. At a quick glance she looked like she was dressed for work. She was wearing a grey blazer and long black skirt, but beneath the blazer was some sort of black lace top and the slit in the skirt was open far enough to see the tops of her gartered stockings. The stockings were back-seamed and provided a line that your eyes could not help but follow down her legs to high-heel sandals. She was more that beautiful: she was sultry, a simmering sexiness that was waiting to burst into conflagration. The problem was she was not dressed to go to the boat. Her business dress and high heels would be very noticeable in the yacht club setting. Couple that with her skin color (very few blacks at the club) and the fact she worked for Kodak (30% of the club members worked for Kodak as managers in some level of the company) made the boat suddenly not a good idea. "You look so good, that I can't take you to the boat." Walter told her. "You are definitely way too hot to be climbing aboard a sailboat without the entire county noticing." "OK baby," she pouted. "Do you want me to take you home?" "Not after seeing you like that!" he exclaimed. "You do look good enough to eat!" "I have an idea." She pulled to the side of the road, picked up her car phone and dialed. "This is Ms Slade. Is Guest One available for today and tomorrow? OK, how about Guest Two? That will work. I'll make sure the customer is out by noon so you can turn-around the cottage...no, just refill freezer & bar. Oh, and open the garage door. Thank you." She hung up her phone. "So where are we going?" he asked. "Just wait and see." She smiled. "Now it's my surprise." She turned towards the city. In just a few moments they were on East Avenue among the fancy turn-of-the-century houses. They drove past the George Eastman house and then turn onto the next street. She turned through a side gate he realized they were driving into the Eastman House property. She drove on the gravel drive through the gardens and into an open door in the old carriage-house/garage. "It's not generally known but the back cottage and the carriage house upstairs are guest suites maintained by Kodak for visiting VIPs." She explained as she turned off the car. "I have put a number of business guests up here but never stayed here myself. I've always wanted to." "Why?" "I love the Colonial-Revival style of the architecture," she answered as she got out of the car. "And I love imagining myself living here after the turn of the century, when women and blacks were just discovering some freedom and independence." "Who else have your brought here?" Walter asked with a smile as he followed her up the stairs. He did not really care but felt like teasing her just a bit. She turned towards him at the top stair. "Are you implying that I might be a 'loose woman'?" She asked him rhetorically. "For your information, I have only brought business clients here before. And I never mix business relationships with personal relationships. As a lawyer, I know exactly what can happen when you do that." "So I have the wonderful opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasies?" he asked, moving to just an inch from her face. "Yes," she answered, with lust in her eyes. "But do not disappoint me." "Milady, I will do his utmost to ensure you are not disappointed, but pleasured in every way possible." "Then let's go take the edge off." She grabbed his hand and led him through the parlor and down the hall past the dinning room and kitchen to the bedroom. The young man just caught fleeting glances of some wonderful period decorating, with ornate decorations and furniture. Marjorie obviously was ready for sex and as soon as they reached the bedroom she turned quickly to him. "Undress me!" she said. "I wore this outfit just for you, but please hurry. I need you so much right at this moment." He undid her jacket and was surprised; the only thing under her jacket was a black satin and lace corset. Walter carefully put the jacket on a nearby armchair, then reached down to undo her skirt as she watched him. He unzipped the skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her garters and stockings. Then taking her hand, he helped her step out of the skirt, and she did a perfect toe-point pirouette. "Do you like what you see?" She asked him. "Very much!" She smiled, then started pulling his clothes off in a rush. As soon as his clothes were in a pile on the floor, she led him to the bed and pushed him down. She plopped down on the bed next to him and kissed him and stroked his cock. "You have a nice shaft. It suits you, baby" as she leaned over to take it between her satin-covered breasts. She rubbed the satin and lace fabric over his shaft, until a drop of pre-cum oozed out, leaving a dark spot just below her breast. She kissed his belly and worked her way down until she licked the shaft a bit. She looked up and smiled, then took the young man's cock in her mouth and went to work. Walter looked down to watch the black woman's head bobbing in his lap. She was blowing him quickly as her head jerked up and down. "Feel how wet you make him," she said as she rolled over on her knees. He slipped a finger down and found her pussy was quite damp and slick. "Ohhhhhh...baby, that feels nice. I like sucking your hot meat. You feel so good in my mouth." He couldn't believe his ears. This definitely was not the "lady" he had met just a few days ago. Not only had she become much more aggressive, but her language was becoming almost whorish. Not that it was a problem, but it was more of a turn-on. He felt the first stirring of his orgasm as she took him deep in her throat. "I'm…starting…You better stop…I'm" "Uh huh…uh huh," she grunted. "Give it up, honey." Walter couldn't believe she was going to let him cum in her mouth. He curled his toes and blew his first load as the wave of pleasure washed over him. Thick strands of cum poured out of his cock as the thrust his hips. Marjorie never let up and swallowed it as his thick, salty cum as quickly as it filled her mouth. "Baby" she drawled, "That was a lot of cum. Have you been saving it for me?" she asked with a wicked smile. He nodded his ascent. "Here, let me clean you up." Slowly and delicately he sucked and licked the little bit of cum she missed off his cock. When she was finished, she sat up with her back on the pillows. "Your turn, baby doll." Marjorie said as she spread her smooth legs apart and motioned the young man to get on his knees. He could smell her pussy and took a lick, tasting her clean flavor with a hint of musk. He licked and kissed her labia and she grew impatient. "Oh, baby….please….up….don't make me beg…" Walter licked her labia from top to bottom but that still do not get to the point she wanted. She spread her legs wider and reached down expose her clit, then put a hand on his head and moved his mouth onto it. "Oh! There, yes, right there…mmmm" she gasped. "Lick it harder…yes…suck it…mmmmmmm…yes...lick it again…." She guided his head to apply his tongue to the spots she wanted. "Put a finger in me." She commanded. "OHHHHHHH! Yes, fuck me with it. Keep licking while you do that….baby doll…..give me two…" He slipped a second finger in her wet, sweet pussy and gently moved two fingers in and out while he lapped at her clit. Marjorie put her legs on his shoulders and ran her fingers through his hair. Her orgasm was building and she squeezed his head and started to push her hips into his face. "I'm cumming...eat it, eat me….I'M CUMMING!" Marjorie started to wail loudly as she went over the edge. Walter found it hard to breathe because her hands, legs and hips had his face pinned hard against her as her cunt juices squirted out. She finished her climax and her grip on the boy began to relax. She lay there a moment, her chest rising and falling as she recovered. Walter backed away and rose to his knees. "Walter, sweetie…that felt so nice," She purred. "Damn that was good. I have been thinking about that orgasm for too long." Walter knelt on the bed and looked at her and she finally leaned up to kiss him. She got off the bed and led him to the bathroom, where she washed them both with a wash cloth. Marjorie grabbed a large towel, and then, hand in hand, they walked to the parlor. She laid the towel out on the couch, and they sat on the couch chatting, touching and kissing until his erection returned. Marjorie smiled at how her young lover could quickly recover and be ready again. She was ready for more. She straddled the boy and eased his hard cock inside her. The hard shaft felt incredible as it slid up her slick pussy. This hard cock of a man less than half her age inside her left her feeling decedent. She rode him slowly, feeling his cock fill her up as the shaft brushed her clit. While the sensation was nice, Marjorie needed deeper penetration. She eased off the young man again and laid flat on the couch. She put her legs on his shoulders as he lined his cock up again. "I want to see it," she growled. "I want to see your cock in me." He pushed his cock back inside her inflamed pussy. "Ohhhhh! Look at that!" she sputtered. "Look at that! Look at your cock going inside me." Walter looked down to see his cock moving in and out of her pussy. The color change was amazing; all dark skin going in, then the pink inside of her cunt reveled as he pulled back. The hot, nasty talk was also exciting to him. "Walter, turn me over," she moaned. "Please fuck me doggy-style." Walter loved being with a woman who was so frank in what she liked and what she wanted. Eating and fucking the woman at her direction was adding quite an element of eroticism. Marjorie got on all fours and looked over her shoulder. "Come on, lover. Let me have that bad boy again." He lined his cock up and put the head against her hot, wet opening. Marjorie pushed her hips back until she felt the head of his hard cock split her pussy lips and plunge deep inside. She rocked back and fourth fucking the young man. "Do it, baby. Fuck me hard. Hard and deep...fuck me…" Walter put his hands on her hips and pulled her onto his shaft and picked up the pace of his fuck strokes. "That's it. That's it. Come on, baby." She was screaming now. "Fuck, you make me wet…fuck you do it good…that's it. Bang me. Bang me hard, sugar. I won't break." Walter decided to fuck her as hard as possible. Sweat began to flow down his chest as he concentrated on fucking this incredible black woman. He kept thrusting with a demanding pace as the sweat flowed over his body. The sweat flowed into his eyes and stung. "Talk to me, baby. Does that feel good? Does that pussy feel good?" "God, yes" he grunted, barely able to talk "You like that? Those long, deep strokes? Is that what you wanted?" "Yes…you feel so good. Fucking you feels so good." She liked making him talk to her. "You're good," she panted. "God, your cock feels so good. You want me to cum on that hard cock?" "Yes." "Keep fucking me like that and I will. Fuck, you feel so good…" Marjorie lost her ability to talk as her next orgasm began to build. She made little noises of pleasure that built in volume and intensity as the young man drove in and out. She started to buck her hips until she found the rhythm and they fucked at each other with abandon. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming on your cock," she wailed as her orgasm began to flood her senses. "Baby, give it to me!" Walter continued to fuck her hard through her orgasm. Marjorie was rewarded with an intense orgasm as her young lover never seemed to let up. She came back down to find the young stud waiting on her recovery, still dripping with sweat. "You ok, babydoll?" "Yeah, sorry. The second time always takes forever." She couldn't believe he felt to need to apologize for such a thing. "Slow down and catch your breath. Take your time, sweetie," she laughed. "Is there anything I can do?" "No, not that I can think of," he answered. Marjorie pouted as the boy started to slowly fuck her again. "Nothing? Or nothing you can think of?" she teased causing Walter to smile. "Well, actually there is one thing we have not done yet." He smiled a devious smile and touched her ass. "That was a dangerous question for me to ask," she laughed. "You want a piece of my ass for real? Honey, anal sex is one of the most intimate things a man and woman can do. Ever done it?" "Yes," he replied. "I will be gentle." "You'd better be," she cautioned. "Baby, I want you in my ass, but I need to be able to use it again." Marjorie told him to pull out, and she disappeared down the hallway again. She returned with a tube of lube and a vibrator. "Ok…put some of this on your finger and gently slip it inside him." She got on her knees and Walter surveyed her ass. He got behind her, but instead of using the lubricant, he ran his tongue along her ass crack. ''What are you doing?" she cried, and tried to pull away. He grabbed her firmly by the hips, then took a deep breath and pushed his tongue into her asshole as hard as he could. He had been afraid to try this with her but Marjorie's sphincter looked so good he could not resist. He worked his tongue in and out of her asshole and suddenly she started to move her hips in response. Even after all the cunt lapping, Marjorie never thought that this young man would be so precocious. And she never imagined how such a gross act like a tongue in her ass would be so stimulating. She loved the action, and it took only a few moments until she could wait no more. "Oh baby, that feels good." She moaned. "Ok…now your cock. Lube it up and shove it in. I can't wait" Then she felt the tip of his cock at her opening. Marjorie reached around to spread her ass-cheeks. "I want you in his ass. I want this, sweetie. Don't be scared you might hurt me but go slow. Be a little gentle." She felt the head of his cock reach her rim of muscle, then the extremely uncomfortable sensation as he popped past it and some of his shaft filled her tight ass. "Work it in slowly," she hissed through her teeth. "That's it…nice and slow. God! Your cock feels so big in my ass. Baby, you're being wonderfully patient. Ok, slide some more in." Finally Walter had most of his cock inside her ass. "Ok, be still a moment. I need to adjust to you being inside my ass." The young man paused and Marjorie felt drops of sweat drip off him and on to the small of her back. "Start slow, baby. Start slow and fuck this tight ass." The nasty and direct talk coupled with the sensation of his cock in her tight and well-lubed brown ass pushed Walter closer to the edge. He drew back slowly and pushed back in quickly. "Owww! Baby, slow. Get me used to it." Walter slowly fucked her as Marjorie slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy. She pressed against his hard cock through the thin membrane. "Can you feel that?" Walter was amazed at the sensations of her fingers rubbing his shaft as it was inside her ass. "Jesus. That feels good. Fuck me a little faster." Moments later he was thrusting hard and fast. Marjorie howled and encouraged him to fuck her ass. Faster and faster he stroked chasing his orgasm. He screamed with pleasure as his cum exploded into her colon. He pulled his cock out of her and collapsed backwards on the couch. Marjorie remained on all fours with her fingers deep in her pussy and her thumb rubbing her clit. Walter finally recovered from the powerful orgasm and saw he had left her asshole much wider. Marjorie was moaning again as she stroked herself to another orgasm. "You like the show, honey? You watching me do myself?" She rolled onto her back and began to furiously rub herself with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other. He watched transfixed as the woman fucked herself hard and finally exploded with another orgasm. She collapsed into the couch. When she caught her breath, she complimented the young man on his skills. "I have never enjoyed anal sex before!" She purred. "Doug's father was actually bigger than you and I only let him try it once. He never got it in me and I still had trouble sitting for three days. Thank you for a wonderful new experience." She cuddled up next to him. After a few minutes, Walter could feel the dried sweat on himself. "We need a shower," he told her. "You're right. Follow me." She led him to the bathroom, also decorated and furnished in period style, and started the water. She stripped off the corset and stockings as the water warmed up, then stepped into the claw-foot tub and invited him in. He stood there as the water flowed over his body. Marjorie took the soap and lathered up his body. As she rinsed him off she licked and nibbled his back and chest. It was very sensuous to Walter and he returned the favor, carefully cleaning every part of her body. They both were further excited by the touching and closeness, especially when Walter cleaned her pussy and ass, but they resisted progressing any further, saving it for later. Marjorie stepped out of the shower and dried herself. She then took a fresh towel and told him to step out. She dried the young man off and gave him a long, deep kiss. "Baby, how long can I keep you here?" "If I come up with a good story, I don't have to be home until tomorrow." He told her the story he gave to his mom about an internship interview with Kodak. "I have an idea," she smiled. "Call your mom's number and give me the phone." She walked to the phone by the bed and handed it to him. Walter called his mom's work number and handed Marjorie the phone. "Mrs. Meyers? This is Mrs. Slade at Kodak Corporate Headquarters. We have William here to interview for our internship program. Although he does not fit into the program, we actually can use him for a video shoot we are doing in Niagara Falls this evening. We will pay all his expenses and put him up in a hotel tonight with the rest of the crew. He should be back sometime tomorrow afternoon. Is that OK? ... Great. Do you need to talk to him? Just a moment." She handed him the phone. "Yes." He said into the phone. She asked him if he was getting paid. "No, I'm just doing it for the experience. One of their sound assistants is injured and I volunteered....Can you let Dad know? OK...bye." He hung up the phone. "So I have you until tomorrow?" she asked him as she rubbed up against him. "Yes." He replied, grabbing her ass and pulling her to him. "You asked me to please you and that's what I'm here for." "Are you hungry?" "Ravenous." She pulled away and went into the kitchen. Walter followed and stood in the doorway and watched as she prepared a salad and some sandwiches. Just seeing Marjory work in the kitchen naked made him raise a hard-on. Her ass was wonderfully shaped, and her skin just glowed. As she prepared the meal, she talked to him about her life at work, speaking to him as an equal, as a hot-assed woman to her horny lover. She turned to serve the food and saw his growing erection. Brighton Graduate Ch. 03 "Can we save that for later?" she smiled, and walked to the table with the food. He sat across from her and discovered that he really was ravenous. He gulped down the sandwich and salad, chasing them with two glasses of cold milk. It was strange but very sexy, sitting at the table with sexy black woman nude across from him, seeing her tits right out in the open. Walter's cock grew in his lap as he watched the pointy breasts dip and sway with her movements. He was amazed at the beauty of her skin, and quivered when he realized he could do anything he wanted to this compellingly beautiful and sensuous woman across the table. Finishing his milk, he said, "I'm glad you are so lovely and sexy. I never would have guessed you could be like this" "Me, too," Marjorie said. "If for no other reason than to you turn on like this. I never knew it could be like this either. You have opened up a new area of my existence. And I can see your cock-head rising, dear. Sure you've had enough to eat?" "Food, yes." he answered. "But I would like to have you for dessert." "I'm just as anxious to get to it as you are, Walter. Just looking at that massive prick again - it does things to me inside, turns my pussy all wet and throbbing and makes my tits hard. Such a satiny knob, and so damned big, so very strong. Every woman worth the name is envious of me right now, because that lovely young cock is mine." She picked up the dishes and moved them to the counter. Walter followed and was enraptured by her well-formed curves, as his hand worked its way up from the base of her ass up and around her tight globes and into the subtle valley of the small of her back. She shivered, then turned and pressed her mouth against his. Their kissing became more frenzied now as he continued moving his hands around her waist, smoothing over every inch of her toned figure. Her tongue was in his mouth now, swirling in response against his as his hands glided over her back and up the back of her neck. He held on the back of her neck for a minute, feeling the pulse of her rushing blood along her artery. Marjorie's breath became labored as he stroked her skin, running his fingers down the sides of her neck. She tilted her head back and the young man immediately went to work along her nape, giving slight sucking kisses on her neck and shoulders. His hands went to work on her exposed backside, kneading her supple form with his hands. He lifted her up and set her on the counter. "Oh God," she exclaimed. "That is cold." "It will warm up with your hot ass on it." He smirked, and then silenced her with more kissing. He moved his hands around to her front side where he gripped her thighs and pushed them apart. The white hands crawled with a mind of their own up and down her dark inner thighs, caressing them smoothly with each pass. "His God, you are so beautiful," Walter remarked, looking down at her. Marjorie's smoldering bright brown eyes looked deeply back into his own blue eyes. Immediately, he went back to work kissing her passionately. His hands stroked over her brown legs as he enjoyed the feel of her silky skin under his hands. "Do you want to fuck me?" She sighed delightfully as he continued kissing her neck, stroking it with his wet tongue. "Hell, yeah," he choked, not taking his attention from her shiny, wet neck. "Tell me, please. Tell me you want to fuck me," Marjorie whispered. "It makes me wetter than you'll ever know." Walter grabbed the back of her neck firmly and deeply whispered into her left ear, "I want to fuck you." At the sound of those words, this hot, older woman cooed and sighed and removed a hand from around him to rouse her pussy. Her son's friend watched with eagerness as she moved her hand in between her legs. "Oh, God...yes!" Marjorie hissed, making contact with her pussy. His face worked its way down her chest as he knelt in front of her, pulling her small brown breasts close to his face. He circled her right tit with his mouth, licking at her nipple fiercely. Her nipples were hardened with anticipation as he continued working around each one, sucking gently. Walter pulled her body closer to him, wanting to surround her small brown breasts with his entire mouth. She pulled the back of his head closer to her chest as his mouth and tongue worked in conjunction, trying desperately to kick her passion level up another notch. The teenager pulled against her ass now, wanting her to be as close to him as he could possibly get her. As he worked on her breast, his free right hand went to work on the other, massaging her firmness, bringing her other nipple to erect attention as well. He had never been with a black girl before, and was filled with amazement and desire at the softness of her skin, and how she responded to his touch. Marjorie's breathing continued to deepen and he tried to pull her even closer. As he tugged, Marjorie got the cue. She removed her hand touching her pussy and lifted herself a bit to allow her skirt to be pulled back, totally exposing her hot cunt. With her legs spread she presented perfect view of her pussy now as it hovered just inches in front of his face. Her mound was incredible: two small dark folds, separated perfectly in half with her dark tight slit. Each fold was covered with short jet black hair, neatly trimmed and combed. "You like looking at my pussy?" "Yes," he firmly answered, not taking his eyes off of her gorgeous folds. "Feel how wet you're making me," Marjorie purred down at him. He reached a finger up into her and watched it glide into her without pause. Her lubricated lips fell against his probing finger and swallowed it as it passed her outer boundary and into her tight cavern. He pulled his finger out and it glistened and sparkled with her juices. "Jesus," Walter muttered, "You are wet." "Uh huh," Marjorie agreed. Instinctively, he grabbed a firm hold of her ass and pulled her tight to him. She wrapped a leg around him and pulled him tight in between her loins as she straddled his torso with ease. She began kissing him as her arms took hold of his shoulders now. He rubbed his hard shaft up and down on her swollen pussy, and she pressed forward. Some might call it dry humping but she was not dry at all. "Oh God!" she whined. "Yeah…faster." He obediently rubbed faster, using his shaft to press and rub her labia and clit. Suddenly she grabbed him in a crushing hug. "OOHH Yeah!" She screamed and she shuddered. He held her stead for a moment until she relaxed her grip on him. Then without pause, he went to his knees in a worshiping position before her. He spread wide her legs and her opening shined in glimmering excitement as her vaginal muscles flexed, giving breathing-like qualities to her private opening. Her pussy slit seemed to smile at him, inviting his presence. Walter licked her inner thighs up and down and she pulled her pelvis back towards her and brought her feet towards her buttocks. This gave him an elegant view of her inner-most privates as he admired her lovely form for a moment. "My God, I could stare at your pussy all day long," he moaned. Her opening looked so tight and wet that he couldn't wait to begin to get her off. Holding her outer doors open to expose her inner pink, he dove deep into her pleasure house and started lapping up and into her folds. Marjorie moaned with pleasure as he continued up and teased her clit, sucking it greedily between his teeth. Repeating this pattern time and time again, Marjorie started bucking her hips towards his eager mouth as he slipped his tongue inside of her boiling box. Marjorie was heaving against the counter now, her body thrashing against the granite. Walter pushed a finger into her stretching hole and frigged her slowly as his mouth went back to work on her swelling clit. "Oh, yeah!" Marjorie growled, "That feels so good...don't you stop!" Her passionate instruction made him carry on with vigor as he continued sucking on her clit, while his finger pulsed in and out of her moist entrance. "You want another finger?" He asked. "Yes!" was the reply, as he pushed his middle finger deep inside, joining it with his index finger, already entrenched. With two fingers now moving in and out of her with ease, he focused oral action on her asshole now, licking her tight brown opening with his anticipating tongue. He flicked it across her rosebud, maintaining action on her vaginal walls with his fingers. She responded by pulling her legs up even higher and leaning back, exposing her asshole to more stimulation. Her juices were flowing so quickly now, that each motion of his hand inside her made a slurping sound with his probing action. Her ass looked so tight and inviting, that he wanted to stick his tongue right up her hole and inside her. She wanted that too and obliged with her free hand, pulling her ass cheek apart a bit so that he could have deeper access. Walter swirled eagerly around her back hole now, lapping up against the grain of her luscious folds and valleys. He wanted his classmate's mother bad and she knew it. From the ways that her body shook on the counter, his thinking was that she wanted him badly as well. Pretending not to notice her growing passion, he removed his fingers from her pussy and circled them on, around and over her firm breast, giving special attention to the rock hard nipple. Her breast glistened with her own pussy juice. Marjorie breathed hard now, asking him how she tasted. The teenager paused and looked up at her writhing body. "You taste like heaven." And then he returned to frigging her pussy and licking her ass. She was on fire now, her pussy thoroughly soaked and her breathing was erratic. Marjorie sighed continuously as he progressed, trying to get her off before even getting on her. She reached down and pulled her labia back and stretched it open as her legs spread even wider for him. Walter licked her anus once more from side to side and then forced his tongue deep into her anal entrance. Marjorie immediately yelped and he fucked her with three fingers, pushing in and out of her, relishing her salty musk scent and sweaty flavor. With all that action in her pussy and butt, she really went ballistic, spewing all sorts of incoherent noises. He stood up, knowing that she was ready for his entrance and held his hard dick in his hand. "Are you ready, Marjorie?" he teased, offering his white cock in hand to her as she peered down. "Yes, fuck me, damn it!" Marjorie gritted through her teeth. Marjorie moaned and threw her head back in ecstasy as Walter maneuvered his hard member in line with her tight entrance. Holding it at the base, he watched with eye-opening excitement as he leaned forward and pushed his bulbous head into her welcoming slit. He hesitated a bit, watching her reaction as he pulled back from her and pushed forward again, brushing his head against her labia. "Get him in!" Marjorie glared. Marjorie inched her ass to the edge of the counter and braced her back against the backsplash of the counter. She then spread her legs and brought her hands around from behind her magnificent body to pull her labia open with both hands, spreading her opening wide. Nothing but shimmering pink was visible as her juices dripped without pause from within. "You like what you see?" Marjorie heaved. "Yeah, you're fucking hot!" he sneered. "Now, put that monster in me and fuck me," Marjorie commanded. His cock was rock hard and he had to push down on it a bit to get it in alignment with Marjorie's hole. He pushed against her, holding the base of his penis and slipped immediately into the depths of her awaiting pussy. He slowly eased out, hesitated and then pushed back inside, reveling in the sight of his pink staff plunging into her dark body. He did this a few more times, giving Marjorie an evil tease as his dick slipped into her and then retracted. "Are you going to fuck me or not?" Marjorie yelled, growing frustrated. "Babe, of course I am!" "Then get inside and fuck me!" That was all the coaching the young man needed, as he pushed himself against her. Marjorie was still holding her slippery lips open for him as he took one last look and guided his prick towards her one last time. His cock felt every quivering fold of flesh as he glided it deep into her well, watching it disappear into her pleasure pot. Immediately her pussy walls surrounded him and pulsated against its welcomed visitor, as he began moving in and out of her with slow easy strokes. "God, babe, you feel so good." "I love your cock in me," Marjorie whispered, her frustration subsiding a bit. Walter braced his hands against the edge of the counter top and looked down, watching his hard cock slipping in and out of her tightness. She was so wet that his cock made audible noises when it dove into her. Marjorie looked down at the action happening in between her legs and then looked up at him, her brown eyes glowing with a possessive quality. She licked her lips between her heavy breaths as he moved in and out. "You like watching, don't you?" Marjorie sighed. Her whole body felt like it was hyper-alert, with every motion and noise screaming for her attention. "You know it," he huffed, trying to maintain his course without blowing his load too soon. "Fuck me," Marjorie instructed, pulling her legs around his torso, her heels dug into the small of his back as his thrusts kicked into higher speed. Marjorie grabbed onto his white ass now as he thundered in and out of the brown woman. "That's it...oohh...that's it! Fuck me!" Walter was now pumping into his classmate's mother like a steam engine, pulling himself back and slamming back at her. His cock was slipping in and out of Marjorie's tight wet hole with calculated precision. He felt himself come close to the edge of an orgasm was doing his best to delay the inevitable. Marjorie latched on to him and screamed in pleasure and he stopped thrusting while resting his cock deep in her. He waited, concentrating on not cumming while she had her orgasm. He had been right on the edge of squirting his cum into her, but really wanted to get her to an even higher orgasm. When her breathing returned to something approaching normal, Walter took a finger and rubbed it in the juices flowing out of Marjorie's swollen labia. With his finger, he began to rub it around her anus, giving it some lubrication before sliding it into her asshole. Marjorie writhed in pleasure and he resumed pumping in and out of her hot pussy. He knew this time he would take it all the way. Her ass muscles gripped his invasive finger and she went over the top as he moved his finger in and out of her tight anus in time with his thrusting pelvic action. "Ooh, right there...oooh, yes! Fuck, yes!" A few more pumps and twists of his finger and Marjorie's body jolted. She looked up at him and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling herself towards him, she glared deeply into his eyes and announced, "I think I'm going to...ooh, yes, yes! Fuck, yeah! Oh, my God...fuck!" She couldn't finish her sentence as her orgasm overtook her frail body and her pussy spurted a stream of female juice, soaking him and his cock instantly. Seeing this marvelous sight and hearing Marjorie cum hard in a way that he hadn't seen yet brought him to the edge again. His body jerked as he released another load, much smaller this time, into her pussy. Walter shook into Marjorie's body and she returned the spasm. They triggered three aftershocks between them until finally he jerked out of her and staggered to a chair. She leaned back on the counter, their juices running out of her open cunt, across her ass, and onto the counter. It even ran in a trickle down the face of the lower cabinet. It felt like they had been at it for hours, yet less than an hour had passed and they both felt exhausted. Each looked at the other, and then started laughing. When they stopped, she asked him to go get her a towel. When he returned, she used the towel to wipe up the juices on her body, then climbed down and went to the bathroom, holding the towel against her pussy. Walter found a sponge and cleaned up the counter and cabinet, then began looking through the cabinets for some air freshener. Marjorie came back in the room behind him. "This room smells of sex!" she exclaimed. "That's why I'm hunting for air freshener." he replied. He found some scented candles and turned towards her. She had put a long silk nightgown on over her body. It almost exactly matched her skin color and she almost looked nude even fully covered. She saw his lecherous gaze and waved a finger at him. "Give it a short rest or you will put me out of commission," she said. "You go get cleaned up and put your pants on. I'll light those candles and start cooking some dinner." He teenaged lover went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then put his underwear and t-shirt on and returned to the parlor. She was working in the kitchen so he found an interesting book and sat down and started to read. Marjorie came in sat down next to him, wrapping herself around him. "Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes." She told him. "Now I want to know some things about you." Walter put the book down and shifted to face her. "What do you want to know?" "Who was she?" "Who are you asking about?" He suspected the answer she was looking for but was not going to open up to much without finding out what she really wanted to know. "Who was the older woman who taught you about sex?" She pressed. "It's very obvious you did not learn from any high-school girls. I really don't care who she is, but I'd like to know how it happened." He leaned back a little and told the story. "She was a friend of the family from my parents' college days. When I was 16, I had to stay with them while my parents were out of town for a week. Her 22 year old daughter seduced me first. Right after I rolled off of her, her mom walked in. I thought I was so busted but it turned out they had planned on schooling me during the week." "What about her husband?" Marjorie asked. "He travels all the time on sales. After a while they were really having problems and they were each having an affair. When she found out about his, she confronted him while admitting hers. After a separation, they got back together. They both have high sex drive, which is why they got together in the first place. They finally figured out that as long as it was just "sex" while they were apart, it's ok. She called it an "open marriage" and said it works for them." "Why did they plan to do this to you?" She asked, bemused. "I don't really know," I answered. "They had known me since I was a baby. I've always been sort of a quiet, shy person. I guess they figured I should be different, at least when it comes to women." "Aren't you attracted to girls your own age?" "Before my 'education' I was too shy and feared rejection." he answered thoughtfully. "Afterwards, as soon as I started to hit on High School girls, I got bored with the silly games they want to play. Most of them seemed to want to tease you into going too far so they don't have to take responsibility for their decision." "So you target single soccer moms?" She smiled. "OK, I'm a basketball mom, but still...you're looking for sexually deprived older women." "Actually, I don't target anyone." I admitted. "I've only had a couple of relationships since then. Besides, you make 'older woman' sound so negative. As far as I am concerned, just because you are older than me does not make you any less beautiful. You have a sensuous beauty that is just so incredible that I find it almost overwhelming. And your enthusiasm for sex is intoxicating." "Did you just walk out of a romance novel?" She purred. "You are feeding me all the things I want to hear. That scares me because I feel so emotionally out of control already." Brighton Graduate Ch. 03 "If you want me to stop talking, give me something else for my mouth to do," I chided. She smiled at him and then crawled onto him until her brown body was pressed against his pale skin. "I have something for this moment..." and she kissed him. "Something for the next few minutes...called dinner." She got up from the sofa and started to walk to the kitchen, then stopped and looked over her shoulder. "And something for later," and she pulled up that silk nightgown and swayed her bare ass at him as she disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later she was calling him into the dinning room where two places were set with salads and lasagna. She handed him a bottle of Chianti to open as she lit two candles and turned out the lights. They sat and had a nice quiet dinner. The sun was settling on the far side of the building, so it got dark quickly, but the warm glow of the candles was beautiful around her face. Walter had never been intimate with an African-American woman before, and he was truly entranced by how beautiful she was in this lighting. His fork stopped and she looked up to see him staring at her. "What's wrong?" She asked. "Nothing," he replied. "I am just in awe of how beautiful you are right now." She smiled but covered her mouth in embarrassment. Although he had been told you can't see a black woman blush, he though he could see her color change. "You really are so very beautiful. Very sensual." "That's just your penis talking," she answered, trying to deflect the complement. He put down the fork and reach over to take her hand. "I keep telling you what a beautiful woman you are, and you keep trying to disagree with the complement. The flaws you see when you look in the mirror are not what others see when they look at you. If a man sincerely tells you he thinks you are beautiful, you should just accept that and enjoy the adoration." "And if a man just wants to get into my pants?" She asked with a smile. "I've already been in your pants, so that does not apply to me." "And you don't want to do it again?" "You know I do. But even if I never did again, that does not change my opinion of how you look." "Why then, thank you sir." she said with a little bow. The conversation drifted on to the inner workings of her company. Walter was surprised to learn how much sexual and racial discrimination she had put up with in the past. But from what she said she seemed to know when to ignore it and when to wave a red flag. He was starting to feel pride at being with this woman, for she was intelligent as well as beautiful. "Would you like some dessert?" she asked him. "I thought you were the dessert," he said with a lecherous smile. "That's entertainment after dessert." She laughed. "Just sit right there and I'll be back." She picked up the dishes and took them into the kitchen. She returned with a bottle of champagne and instructed him to open it while she went back into the kitchen. Walter opened it without loosing the cork as she returned with two fluted crystal goblets filled with cut strawberries. She had him pour the champagne over the strawberries and they ate them while looking at each other. He could tell this older woman was getting very horny again, just by the look in her eyes. When they had finished, the teenager pushed the dishes aside. Without a word, he lead his classmate's mother to the end of the table, pulled her nightgown up, and placed her bare brown ass on the polished oak table. He lifted her legs up as he sat down in his chair, again opening her wonderful brown mound to his eyes. She thought she knew what was coming and was already wet, with her vulva already swelling. He moved closer and she could feel his breath on her skin, causing her to whimper just a little with desire. Walter reached over and picked up the champagne bottle, then poured just a little of the cold bubbly at the top of her pubic mound. "OOHHH!" She shouted. The cold liquid shocked her hot pussy as the bubbles tickled her clit and lips. As the juice got to the bottom of her swollen lips, he noisily sucked the mixed juices off her body, then used his tongue to warm up what the champagne had cooled. She moaned and opened her legs wider, rolling her hips down to move her clit to his mouth. He tongued her clit until she started to roll her head back and forth, a sure sign she was getting close to orgasm. Walter poured on some more champagne. "OHH GOD!" she yelled in orgasm. The young man immediately started licking again and her body shook as she continued the orgasm. She grabbed his head with both hands and crushed his face into her cunt as wave after wave of orgasm broke inside her body. She was yelling loud enough to be heard in the next county. Her clear, sweet cum-juice was squirting on his chin and down his shirt as he stopped licking in the struggle just to breath. He pulled her hands away and released his head from her grip. As he backed away, she continued to have twitches and moaned. Finally she was still except for her labored breathing, her eyes closed and her body limp. Walter went to the kitchen and returned with a towel, and cleaned the table between her legs, and the wet areas on the chair and floor. Then he sat down and waited. After about 5 minutes, her eyes fluttered open. She took a deep breath and looked down between her legs at him. "What happened?" She asked in a weak voice. "I think you had an orgasm that was about a 9.8 on the Richter scale," he told her. "After that, I think you passed out. You were breathing just fine so I cleaned up the mess and just waited for you." "What have you done to me?" she moaned. "Milady, I'm just doing what I promised," he answered with extreme flourish. "I will do my utmost to ensure you are pleasured in every way possible." "And you?" She asked. "What about your pleasure?" "Whenever you're ready." "Come here" she said, and motioned to the side of the table. Walter obediently rose and walked over to the side of the table. She rolled to her side and took his swollen, but soft penis in her hand and pulled him closer. She pulled him right to her lips and quickly took all of it into her mouth. She immediately started to stroke and suck his cock back to full hardness. As soon as it was fully hard, she backed off. "Now pick me up, carry me to bed and make me cum again!" she ordered. "You have exposed me as the multi-orgasmic nympho-maniac that I never knew existed. Now you have to deal with it." He walked around to the end of the table and she sat up so he could pick her up in his arms. She wrapped herself around him and turned towards the bedroom. Her son's classmate started to walk to the bedroom, but she was slippery from her perspiration and began to slide down his body, until his hard cock was stuck against the spot between her pussy and her anus. Just as it was starting to hurt him, Marjorie shifted her hips just a bit and the tip of his cock was resting between her pussy lips. "Oh, baby," she moaned. "Please put it in me. I want it in me." He stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and eased her down onto him as she wiggled her hips and moaned loudly as her pussy filled up and the juices being displaced by his cock now started running down her legs. "YYEESSS!" she cried as she hit bottom. She was still so turned on that she immediately started to bounce up and down on his shaft. Her frenzied motions threw him off balance and after just a few moments he was struggling not to fall, finally leaning back on the door jamb. "Wait!" he exclaimed. "Please stop!" That shocked her enough to actually stop and open her eyes. He leaned against the door jamb to recover his balance. "What's the matter?" she panted. "I was almost there." "You're going to make us fall!" he explained. "The guys in those porn movies make this look easy but it is a bitch." "You're not enjoying this?" she asked mischievously. "I certainly am, but you'd better put me on the bed before you fall." Walter pushed off the door jamb with his back and made his way to the bed. He landed her on the edge of the bed and backed away, his hard cock popping out of her and slapping up against his stomach. She stretched out on the bed, completely naked now, her small brown tits jiggling as she wiggled her buns into a good humping position on the comforter. Walter stared at her as she raised her long legs high in the air, completely opening her pink hole for the return of his cock. "Fuck me," she panted. "Hurry, Walter. Fuck my wet cunt." Walter climbed onto the bed on his knees, his cock, still wet from her pussy, pulsing over her belly. Marjorie looked up eagerly as he mounted her, aiming his spongy cock tip at the pouting, curly-haired lips of her cunt. The horny black mother watched and felt the cock going into her, stretching her tight pussy open, making her glistening cunt walls spasm and suck as they forcibly accommodated the belly-probing length of his cock. "Oh, fuck me! Ungggh! It feels so good, Walter!" She shouted, out of control. "Fuck me, lover!" Walter sprawled flat on top of her, crushing her stiff-nipples under his chest, and sinking his cock farther into her. Then he started fucking. Up and down his lean young ass heaved, stroking her pussy, spearing his hard, aching prick in and out of the creamy tightness of her vagina. Marjorie quickly started humping to meet his strokes, excitedly bouncing her ass off the bed, fucking her glove-tight pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of his cock. "Fuck me, lover, fuck my hole!" She yelled again. He was amazed at how her language had gone totally to the gutter as he exposed this mother and lawyer as the true slut she wanted to be. She wrapped her thighs together high across his back, holding him close, shuddering as his cock sank farther into her pussy. Marjorie knew there was more of it, more that he hadn't yet sunk into her. Marjorie desperately needed to feel every inch of it, every inch of his giant cock-lance ramming into her belly, stuffing her cunt to bursting with the thickness of his prick. Then Walter started fucking hard and very deep. Marjorie grunted as the stiff prick rammed all the way into her belly, reaching the depths of her womb. Now this friend of her son was fucking her like a wild man, panting on her shoulder, drilling her tight pussy as fast as he possibly could. "Fuck my pussy, fuck it!" Marjorie chanted. Her cunt was throbbing uncontrollably, gripping and sucking the skewering shaft of his cock. Again and again this shaft rammed into her, stretching her furry slit every time he stuffed his meat in to the hilt. Walter slid his hands down, grabbing the sides of her ass cheeks. Then he started fucking her as hard as he could. Relentlessly he worked on top of her bare, sweat-glistening body, ramming his cock into her belly, almost punishing her with the steely stiffness of his big cock. "Unngggh! Oh, Walter!" Now Marjorie felt an orgasm welling up deep inside her, making her gooey pussy wrap even harder around his cock. She grimaced, her face contorting with raw fuck passion, twisting her head dazedly from side to side on the floor. Then she started humping in a frenzy of fuck need, abandoning all control as she feverishly pushed her stuffed brown pussy against the pounding shaft of his white prick. "NOW...NOW... NOW!" she gasped. "Ungggh! I'm cumming, cuuummiiinngg!" Her body spasmed violently in orgasm while her juice gushed out of her ravished hole, the fur-fringed lips throbbing with almost painful intensity around the racing shaft of Walter's cock. Walter kept fucking her as hard as he could, increasing the force of her orgasm. With all the sex they already had, he didn't lose another load into her pussy, and suddenly Marjorie realized where she wanted to feel his big cock ramming next. "Take it out," she panted. "Please...please stop. I want you to fuck my ass. Right now, Walter." Walter paused for a moment then he pulled his throbbing prick out of her pussy hole, his shaft twitching obscenely up and down with the need to shoot another load of cum. Marjorie stared at this young man's cock, resisting the urge to pop it back into her mouth for more sucking. Instead she rolled onto her belly, pulled her knees up under her and then reaching behind her back to spread her ass cheeks wide, shamelessly displaying her pink, puckered asshole between her beautiful brown ass-globes. "It's all hot and horny, baby," Marjorie whimpered, as her itchy little hole throbbed obscenely in and out. "I've never felt this need before. Please fill my ass for me!" "You are absolutely amazing!" Then Walter mounted her again, this time aiming his huge, swollen cock tip at her distended shit ring. Marjorie grunted and bit her lips as she felt the enormous cock lance stabbing into her, cleaving into her bowels. The thickness of his cock stretched her asshole to bursting, even though he only had the first two inches in. Marjorie knew it was going to hurt, but she didn't care. Bravely she spread her brown ass cheeks wider apart, desperately horny to have her tender asshole gorged with this hard dick. "Deeper, Walter," she pleaded. "Oh, please, please! My ass needs you inside!" Walter started humping on top of her, groaning as he felt her rubbery anal muscles sucking and flexing around his cock. Her back tunnel hadn't been lubed, but the naked black woman was so horny, and her asshole was throbbing so hard, that Walter was sure he could bury his prick up her bowels without hurting her. He placed his hands above her shoulders as he commenced his fucking rhythm, making Marjorie cry out as he rammed his cock up her asshole deeper with every thrust. "Unggggh! Oh, baby! It's so big and hard, Walter! Unnggggh!" By now the teenager had over half of his white hard-on rammed up her back door, and Marjorie knew she didn't have to hold her ass cheeks open anymore. Eagerly she thrust both hands under her belly, groping through her juice-matted pussy curls until her fingers touched her clit. Shamelessly, she started finger-fucking, pleasuring her pussy as her asshole sucked and twisted around young Walter's cock. "My ass, fuck my horny little ass!" she pleaded, almost screaming out the words. Then Walter came down very hard, suddenly ramming every inch of his immense prick into the tender, gripping warmth of her shit channel. Marjorie bucked violently, almost unable to bear the pleasure coursing through her bowels. Walter lay motionless on top of her, letting her itchy anus suck and squeeze around his cock meat. "Give it to me, Walter. Give it all to me!" Walter pulled out slowly, withdrawing until only the tip of his enormous cock distended her rubbery anal opening. He grunted, and then nailed his prick all the way in again. Marjorie shuddered with need, finger-fucking wildly, thrusting her stretched asshole onto his cock. Then Walter settled into a hard, bowel- impaling rhythm, relentlessly stabbing his blood-swollen cock in and out of her ass. "Ahhh, yesss," Marjorie hissed. She humped rapidly to meet his strokes, her asshole sucking and throbbing, convulsively twisting around the rooting length of his prick. The pleasure in her stretched, burning asshole was spreading through her whole body, making her stiff nipples tingle, making her pussy ooze onto her pumping, digging fingers. Marjorie felt another cum welling up in her crotch, making her horny asshole suck his cock that much harder. There was nothing she could do to control the intensity of her passion. There was nothing she loved more than sucking the juice out of a big, stiff prick, or feeling one ramming deep inside her pussy and ass. "I'm cumming, baby!" she panted. "I'm coming now!" Then she wailed like a siren. Walter fucked her tender brown butt as hard as he could, thinking only of his own pleasure now, massing the steely stiffness of his cock as he hammered it into her bowels. Marjorie came in waves as her son's friend rooted his shaft in the depths of her bowel tract. Then Walter's cock grew even stiffer up her ravished chute, and Marjorie knew she was about to feel another milky load of cock cream spewing into her bowels. Walter grunted and his whole body felt like it was cumming. The sticky white stuff sprayed out of his cock head, basting the rubbery walls of the shit channel with a soothing tide of cum. He shuddered over Marjorie as she gasped and collapsed, laying submissively beneath him. Walter felt his cock get squeezed out of her anus as he softened. When it popped out, he rolled over on his back, exhausted. Marjorie lay there soaked with sweat and cum juice. As they lay there breathing hard, she realized she didn't have any control anymore. She was just too horny. If Walter wanted to, he could fuck or suck her any time his cock got stiff. As her mind mulled over the consequences of that, she dozed off. Walter saw she was asleep and pulled the extra blanket from the foot of the bed over them both, the fell into the sleep of the exhausted. Brighton Graduate Ch. 04 This started with Walter attending a classmate's graduation party. The classmate's mother, Marjorie Slade is a beautiful black women with a classical dancer's body. Walter spent that night (part1) and the next night (part 2) in her bedroom. In part three, they spent all day and night together at a cottage attached to the George Eastman House. * Marjorie woke him the next morning by softly taking his flaccid cock in her mouth. Walter opened his eyes and looked at the brown-skinned woman in the early morning light who was gently coaxing his cock with her mouth and hands. Then he realized he had not washed his cock after ravaging her ass last night. "Ah...I have not washed yet." He stated tentatively. Obviously he did not want her to stop. She a finger to her lips to silence him and she continued! He had seen movies about ass-to-mouth but this woman, who just a few days ago was a just his friend's mother, was actually doing it to him. When he was hard she mounted him from the top. She looked at him as she slowly rode. They fucked slowly and wordlessly while staring into each other's eyes. Neither said a word as they took their time. He caressed her small brown breasts as she rolled her hips back and forth on his shaft. When she came it was without much noise—just soft moans of pleasure. Walter followed a few minuets later while softly kissing her. He never made a sound and Marjorie felt his warm cum gush, filling her with its warmth. She felt guilty because it was a unilateral decision to mount him, but she trusted him and herself. It was dangerous and foolish, but it felt great and it obviously gave him pleasure too. As they lay there in the afterglow of this latest round of lovemaking, they giggled and teased each other about who cried out the loudest during last night's orgasms. It was such a carefree time for Marjorie, where the pressures and worries of the world seemed in proper perspective after so many years. "I want to thank you so much," she sighed. She rolled next to him and ran her hand across his chest. "I just never knew this was what it was supposed to be like." "It's not like I'm working hard at this," he answered. "You know I'm enjoying it too." "You are working hard at it," she giggled. "That's why I need to get you into the shower before you start to smell." "I'm not the only one covered in body fluids." She unraveled her self from him and got out of the bed. Pulling him up, she lead him to the bathroom. The shower was an old-fashioned chrome rain-head type hung over a very large claw-foot tub. He started the water as she arranged the shower curtain, then they both got in. They took turns soaping each other up. Walter stepped back and enjoyed the sight of the white soapsuds sliding down her dark breasts, across her firm belly, and dripping from her dark bush. He slid behind her and used his course chest hair to scrub her back while his hands kneaded her soap-slick breasts. Although her breasts were small, there was just enough to be able to feel the weight of them in his hands. Walter's ever-faithful cock again rose to the occasion, and he shifted it so it rested against the crack of Marjorie's ass. As it grew, she became aware of it and started to slid up and down against it. "Oh, baby." She moaned. "I feel it. You're doing it to me again!" She leaned forward with one hand on the rim of the tub, the other holding her ass cheek aside. Obviously she wanted something in her ass again. Walter rinsed the soap from the areas, and put the head of his cock against her anal rosebud. He started to push into her. "AAHHH!" Marjorie wailed in pain. Walter pulled back immediately. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Oh my God," she moaned. "It's so sore back there. I thought the itching was asking for more. It's just too sore." She turned to face the young man. "I'm sorry, baby. No more there today." "It's alright," he answered, caressing her. He turned her around and she was almost crying. He smiled at her and then kissed her deeply. Walter bent down and sucked her beautiful dark nipples in his mouth. Each one, in turn, hardened in his mouth. Scrubbing her pussy clean, he knelt down to eat her out, almost drowning when she leaned back and the shower water came cascading down her chest. Walter continued to lick her twat until she almost fell as she came on his face. He held her up gently until she recovered. "It's your turn now." she grinned at him. She caressed his young, pale body, sucking and nibbling on his nipples as she moved down his body. She carefully rinsed and caressed his manhood, stroking it with her hands. She turned them both around so the water was falling against his back. Then, kneeling down, she took him into her mouth. She looked down in awe at the sight of her black lips on his white cock. Marjorie's hands pulled on his butt, causing more of his shaft to disappear into her lips. Her fingers pulled his ass-cheeks apart, allowing the water to wash over his anus. As her lips reached the base of his shaft, her finger slid over his sphincter, pushing him to the edge. Walter grabbed the shower curtain rod and rose to his toes, and Marjorie knew he was right on the edge. Her finger slid into his ass, feeling his prostate. He screamed as she forced him to ejaculate into her mouth. She swallowed it without any hesitation, moaning her pleasure at the taste of his seman. Then she wiggled her finger against his prostate and was rewarded with another ejaculation, smaller than the first. She swallowed again and then released him from her mouth as she pulled her finger out of his ass. He collapsed to a sitting position under the shower. She sat there and looked at him with a smile as she rinsed her finger off. "I didn't know men could be multi-orgasmic!" Walter panted. "Well good," she purred. "I feel like I've finally taught you something too." They got out of the shower and dried each other off. They were very quiet as they dressed, helping each other and touching frequently. As they walked through the rooms cleaning up, they laughed at the evidence of their games: the outline of her body on the gloss finish of the dinning table, the dried sweat imprint of her ass on the kitchen counter, the twisted cushions on the living room sofa. As they left the carriage house, there was a sense of leaving a fantasy world and returning to reality. She was very quiet as they drove away, and finally Walter was very concerned. "Are you Ok with this?" He asked. "I don't know." She answered. She bit her lip as she thought for a moment. "This whole experience has been a huge change in me. I can be a respected lawyer, the perfect hard-working, single mother. I've been doing it for years. Now I've discovered I can be a complete whore, and love it. I have taken your cock and your sperm in my mouth, my pussy, and even my ass! And screamed about loving it! Where is the professional in all that?" "Do you think you're the only one who lives those two lives?" I answered her gently. "In Victorian times, the most desired women were described as a 'lady in the parlor and a whore in the bedroom'. I bet many of the people you work with have sexual lives that are far, far worse." "Do you think so?" "At least you desire sex with a man." I explained. "Some people are homosexual, others want to have sex with kids, or animals. A leather outfit and mild domination might be interesting, but pain is not a turn-on for me. I do not need to be tied up, whipped, or pinch to get off." "I know what gets you off," she said, finally smiling. "I know you are right, but it is such a change in me, I feel like I'm loosing who I used to be. I guess I feel uncomfortable not knowing where I'm going." "Is this really about commitment and the feature of our relationship?" Walter knew this was a dangerous area to explore. He was not really ready to commit to one woman yet, but this woman was definitely special. "Does that scare you?" She asked teasingly. "Don't worry, that's not the issue right now. I already resolved not to look too far ahead concerning a relationship with you yet. This is more about my relationship with me." By this time she was just a few blocks from Walter's house so she pulled into a convenience store parking lot and parked around the side of the store. She turned towards the young man. "I need a little time to sort this out." she said. "You have made me into a sexually depraved woman and I have loved every minute of it. I need to integrate that back into the other me. Can we leave it at that right now?" "Sure. I won't call you or anything." Walter sounded very sincere. "Just let me know when, or if you want to se me again." "I know I want to see you again," she told him. "I just need to figure me out." She leaned over and kissed him goodbye with her sexy full lips. Then her tongue entered his mouth and threatening to tear out his tonsils as she reached down and squeezed Walter's growing cock. He responded by caressing her small breasts as he returned her passionate kiss. Then suddenly she broke away. "Oh God." she gasped. "I need to get away from you! I'm ready to start all over again in the middle of the day. Please understand! I will call you soon." She started the car and drove to Walter's house and dropped him off. In front of the house, their goodbye looked totally plutonic. Walter went inside and told his mother about his "work" as a sound assistant at Niagara Falls. Then he went upstairs and wrote down what he had told her so he would not forget. He then lay back, his mind going over all that had happened since he met Marjorie on graduation night. He was not sure himself if he wanted an emotional relationship with her. It obviously would not be a good idea. Her son Doug would want to kill him! He resolved to let her make the next move. He spent the rest of the day cleaning up around the house and generally being useful. Sunday he went to the boat with his dad. Monday he would start looking for a job. He did not have long to wait. Monday night she called him, lonely and horny. By Wednesday night, the phone conversation addressed a more urgent need as she lay on her bed and he lay in the recliner in the den at 11:30 at night. "Hello?" Walter answered. "Hi handsome!" Marjorie replied, "I know you missed me as much as I missed you today. I just had to call you so I could hear your voice." "I'm so glad you did. I've been thinking of you." " Actually, I've been thinking of you making love to me. It's all I could think about all day!" she said, letting him know how excited she was. "I can actually feel your fingers deep inside me, slowly stroking my G spot. Mmmm! I'm so very wet, baby. I need you so badly right now!" Her hand slid inside her nightshirt and down to the cleft between her thighs. "Oh yes, baby! Are you playing for me right now?" "Yes, my fingers are rubbing my clit as I speak to you. I'm dripping for you. Make me cum, baby!" Marjorie begged, a desperate sound to her throaty voice. "Ahhh, it feels so hot!" She closed her eyes as she imagined his tongue eagerly licking at her labia and clit. Her dark fingers spread swollen pussy lips so her finger could slide in rhythmically over her red clit. "What are you wearing right now?" her son's friend asked her. "My black nightshirt," she responded. "My hand is rubbing my clit for you." Her body was already shaking with the need to feel the promise of release, giving her voice a detectable vibrato. "OOooo yeah!" She moaned softly. "It feels so good! I want you to eat me baby! I want to cum all over your tongue and face." "Marjorie, you're making me so hard!" Walter opened his pants and released his hard cock. "Oh yes, that feels better! I have my cock in my hand and I'm stroking it while listening to you. I wish you were here sucking this, baby! It's so hard, and there's pre-cum oozing from the tip!" He took a finger and rubbed the large droplet over the sensitive head of his cock, causing it to jump in his hand. "I wish I was there, baby, licking that up. I so love the way you taste," she whispered into the phone. She cradled the phone on her shoulder so she could use two hands. The second set of fingers moved past the ones busy on her clit, seeking her wet hole. She gasped as the fresh sensation sent electricity through her body. "Oh Baby, I can feel you deep inside me now!" she moaned. Her breathing was becoming more erratic, and Walter knew she was playing with herself even more. "I want to hear you cum for me, baby! Oh god! I'm SO hot!" Her fingers slipped in and out of her hot cunt, covered in juice. "You are driving me wild! I feel my cock deep inside you, moving in and out, so wet and tight!" Walter told her, with his hand busy sliding up and down his throbbing shaft. "God, baby, it's so hot inside your sweet pussy!" he moaned. "Oh, I love to hear you moan, and the sound of your heavy breathing in my ear. I'm so close now baby, please...don't stop!" she pleaded. "Oh yes!" she cried out as another spasm ran through her excited body. "I'm fucking you harder; so deep I can feel my balls against your ass. Your hot insides are squeezing my cock every time I slide in you," he tells her breathlessly, as his panting forces her climax to the very edge. "Ohhhhh... I'm right there! Do you want me to suck my fingers for you? Do you want to hear me suck them for you?" she moans into the phone. "They're so wet; covered with my juices!" she tells him. "Oh God, yes! Please suck them for me. Tell me how they taste!" Walter begged her, listening eagerly. She took her fingers from inside her pussy and placed them deep into her mouth, enjoying the sweet flavor of her own juices. "Mmmm....God, baby they taste so very good!" The erotic sound of the sucking transfers over the phone and Walter is further excited by this older woman. "Do you want to taste me, baby?" she teases. "Oh yes, I do! I love the way your pussy tastes; so very sweet! I wish could eat you all night!" he tells her, with the strain of his passion in her ear. "Oh God...I'm cumming for you baby, are you ready to cum with me?" he asks urgently. Deep convulsions ravaged through her lean brown body. "Yes! Cum for me NOW!" she yelled, as the climax claimed her; the spasms forced her thighs tightly closed around her hand as wave upon wave ripped through her. She moaned loudly into the phone as it sipped from her shoulder and rested on the pillow next to her head. Walter grunted loudly, contained his noise to not wake anyone in the house up. His cock exploded, squirting streams of cum over his hand and stomach. "Oh God, baby...that was so good!" he moaned into the phone, so sated and exhausted. "You've done it again," she said into the phone after she retrieved it. Her voice was relaxed and in a sexual high from the climax. "I've never had phone sex before. Playing on the phone with you is so very exciting!" She paused to lick her fingers loudly. "I wish you were here to finish licking me clean," she purred teasingly. "If I walked over now, someone would find out," he cautioned. "Doug is home at your house and my mom and step-father are here. Are you ready for that?" "Right now, I really don't care," she moaned sadly. "But I would care in the morning. I am thinking about it though." "The other problem with me coming down right now is I wouldn't stop with licking you clean." It was Walter's turn to tease her. "What would you do?" she asked, getting excited all over again. "I would start by licking your wet pussy clean. But I know how wet you get when you are excited, and by now the juices have run down the crack of your ass. Touch your ass and see if I'm right" She spread her legs with her knees up and reached down to run a finger down her crack and over her anus. "Oh baby," she groaned with desire. "You are so right." "And you know I like to lick your ass, so my tongue would have to clean off your butt-hole," he continued. She was such a multi-orgasmic woman when he was with her, he wondered if she would even be like that on the phone. "What would you do when my hands spread your ass cheeks while I slide my tongue into your ass? Do you like how that feels?" "Oh, you nasty boy." she panted, but reached down and touched he anus with a finger. It was wet and hot, and her finger slid in with just a little push. She moaned in response. Instantly he knew what she had done and encouraged her. "Slide that finger in and out of your butt," he told her. "Pretend it's me rubbing your clit and my tongue screws your ass. You're my anal slut and I'm your personal ass licker." That just sent her over the edge again and she screamed through clenched teeth, hoping her son did not hear her. When she recovered from her second orgasm, she thanked him and promised to call tomorrow. Wednesday night she was just as horny, and came twice again. By Thursday, she had a plan when she called him. "Doug leaves for a basketball camp Friday morning." she told him breathlessly. "Can you come over in the afternoon?" "What time?" he asked. It wasn't like he would be doing anything else. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. "I'll leave the sliding door to my bedroom unlocked. I will try to get home by 4:00 but you can come in and make yourself at home. Just don't waste any of your delicious cum. I want it inside me." "I'll be there when you get home." he promised. Continued in Brighton Graduate Brighton Graduate Ch. 05 Part 5 - The Weekend In part1, Walter met Marjorie, the mother of basketball player Doug Slade, at Doug's graduation party. After an inebriated mutual seduction, they ended up in bed until morning. In part 2, Walter came back the next night when Doug was gone. The relationship extended to a night in a corporate cottage in parts 3 and 4. By Thursday, she had a plan when she called him. "Doug leaves for a basketball camp Friday morning." she told him breathlessly. "Can you come over in the afternoon?" "What time?" he asked. It wasn't like he would be doing anything else. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. "I'll leave the patio door to my bedroom unlocked. I will try to get home by 4:00 but you can come in and make yourself at home. Just don't waste any of your delicious cum. I want it inside me." "I'll be there when you get home," he promised. On Friday, Walter went to her house and cautiously went in through the unlocked bedroom door. After carefully ensuring no-one was home, he went about preparing various rooms in the house: scented candles in the bedroom and rose petals on the bed; a soft blanket in front of the fireplace with the wood ready to light; the video camera set up in the family room and connected to the big screen television. He prepared a spaghetti dinner and was just rinsing the pasta when he heard the garage door open. In moments Marjorie came up the stairs from the garage into the kitchen. She was dressed in her best gray business suit with skirt and high-heels. She entered the room and dropped her briefcase, launching herself against him as she enveloped him in a smothering open-mouthed kiss. As she pressed herself against him, he wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass. "Oh baby, I need you right now," she said, finally breaking the kiss for a breath. "I've been thinking about you all day!" "You don't want dinner first?" He teased. Her response was to back away from her teenaged lover and unzip her skirt. As she slid it down over her hips, she exposed her black lace garter belt and lace-top stockings. She turned her back to him and bent forward over the dinette table, placing one foot up on the chair. Her ass and glistening wet pussy were exposed to him. "What do you think?" She said with a touch of anger in her voice. "I need you inside me NOW!" Walter pulled off his shorts and moved behind her, placing his erect cock against her pussy lips. With just one thrust, he was halfway into her hole. "AAhhggg!!!" she screamed as her first orgasm hit her. The sight of her already twitching in orgasm aroused Walter and he started thrusting until he buried his entire shaft into her throbbing cunt. Animal passion and pent-up lust consumed him and he started repeatedly ramming her, jamming her leg against the table. His classmate's mother howled in ecstasy and tried to hold onto the table and thrust back. He grabbed her hips and rammed deep into her one final time, exploding a load of sperm into her. She also exploded in her second orgasm in less that five minutes, this time squirting her com-juice all over both of them, the clear fluid running down their legs and onto the floor. "Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-god!" She yelled as she quivered on the table. Walter's stomach contracted in another spasm as his orgasm continued, causing more ripples of orgasm in the black woman as she lay over the table. After a moment, Walter slid his firm shaft out of her and collapsed into one of the chairs with a deep breath. Marjorie moaned in disappointment as she felt the emptiness inside her. With a contented sigh, she pushed herself off the table, turned, and smiled at her son's classmate. "Oh baby," she sigh. "You fill me so good. I've been wanting that all day." She started to unbutton her jacket. "Whew...now I'm hot. I need to get out of these clothes." "You are very hot," he told her with a lecherous smile. "You make me that way," she replied, tossing her jacket aside. With the jacket removed, he could see that under her sheer white blouse she wore a black lace demi-cup bra that pushed her small breasts up and out with her hard nipples clearly outlined in the sheer fabric. He reached out and squeezed a breast. She closed her eyes and moved forward, pressing against his hand. As he shifted to the other breast, he reached up with his other hand and struggled to undo the first button. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Do you want to suck on my tits?" His only answer was a smile, but that was enough. She reached up and ripped her blouse open, and the buttons could be heard bouncing about the room. She stepped forward and straddled his legs, then sat on his lap and pulled his head to her chest. She looked down at the contrast of his white mouth on her dark breast-flesh, then the spark of his mouth on her nipple caused her to close her eyes and moan. As she sat down, he could feel the moisture from her soaked pussy ooze out onto him as her swollen labia spread around his swollen but flaccid penis. He closed his eyes and took her hard nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it and then circling it with his tongue. He reached his hands around and cupped her firm buttocks in each hand, squeezing and caressing them. When he switched to the other breast, she began to rub her pussy on his fat shaft. As it hardened, she found that with a small shift of her pelvis, she could rub her clit against the head of his shaft. Just coming off a huge orgasm, she was still very excited and immediately started rubbing herself against him in earnest. She grabbed the back of the chair with her hands and legs and pulled herself even harder against him. Just as the crush of her pressure became painful to him, the pressure against her clit and vulva made her cum on him again, and she squealed in satisfaction. She relaxed and he held her as her breathing returned to normal, her head on his shoulder. He soothingly caressed her back until she pulled her head up to face him. She gently kissed him, opening her lips to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. They held the kiss for a while, the lust satiated but a tender passion still present. Finally, he broke the kiss. "Would you like some dinner now?" He asked her. "Now that one hunger is satisfied, I would love it!" She climbed off his lap and found her legs very unsteady. He steadied her for a moment until she adjusted to using her legs again. "I need to go clean up first." "I think we both do," Walter observed. "You go clean up and get changed while I clean up the mess in here. Then I'll wash up while you serve dinner." Marjorie agreed and left for her bedroom. Walter clean up the mess from their sex, with their combined juices on the chair and floor, then finished preparing the dinner bringing two plates to the living room. With candles lit on the coffee table, he started the wood in the fireplace and opened a bottle of Chianti, complete with woven straw on the bottle. "Oohh," she cooed as she took in the scene. She had walked into the room wearing her skin-colored satin nightgown. It flowed over her beautiful figure and made her almost look nude, as the color exactly matched her skin-tone. Walter turned and approached her to wrap himself around her body, but she stopped him with an outstretched hand. In the hand was a wet washcloth. "You need to clean yourself up a bit first, don't you think?" "Ok," he smiled and took the washcloth from her. Sitting on the edge of a chair, he spread his legs wide and made a show of carefully wiping down his penis and scrotum ensuring Marjorie was getting a good show. When he spread his legs even further to wipe under his scrotum, he heard a quiet moan escape her lips and looked up. She was staring at him with desire, and he knew that he would be making her cum all night long. "Patience, lovely lady." he told her. He stood up and took her by the hand to the table, where she sat. He served her some dinner and poured her some of the wine. They silently toasted each other, eyes filled with smoldering desire. As they ate, they quietly chatted about mundane things, avoiding discussion of any future issues. As they entered into their first weekend together, the additional level of commitment was making them both nervous, but their desire for each other was not seriously affected. When they finished eating, he reached across the table and gently wiped a spot of sauce from the corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned at his touch. He reached down and cupped her breast through the satin material, and she covered his hand with hers, pressing his hand into her soft flesh. "Tonight I have something for you," she whispered to him. "Go to the bed room and wait for me there." They stood together and she kissed him gently on the lips, then pushed him away as he tried to move closer. "Go," she whispered. He went to the bedroom, lit one candle and turned out the light. As he lay on the bed, he could hear her cleaning up the dishes and then heard her footsteps in the hallway. The nightdress she wore seemed to glisten in the flickering light of the candle, and she carried a large goblet of wine in her hand. The silken fabric rustled as she crossed the room, her movements the subtle glide of a dancer. The wine was offered to him and Walter took it with an electric touch of their fingers. She sat on the bed and watched as he sipped the fluid. Then she took his free hand to her mouth and kissed it every so gently before pressing it against her cheek and moving her head against his hand. He set the glass aside and shifted his hand behind her neck, pulling her head to his. The kiss was passionate and powerful, a demonstration of his desire. She pushed away and stood next to the bed, undid the nightdress and let the skin colored fabric fall to the floor. She displayed her body to him, standing just outside his reach. It was not posing, not slutty, but something personal...delicately erotic. Her unspoken voice expressing the gift she was about to give. One only she could give. The candle light fell on her body with a soft glow, and in that moment she looked absolutely perfect. His eyes passed down the vision, taking in her dark hair, the sparkle of her eyes, and full and moist lips. There were shadows under her small, high breasts, with her nipples erect. Looking further down, he could see her narrow waist that flaired to her full hips and strong, muscular legs, with the shadowed triangle between them. She stood perfectly still, her eyes never leaving his. He both understood and could never understand: He understood the depth of the gift he was given this night and could never understand why a man who had this for his own would ever leave her for another. Marjory moved towards him and he reached out to touch her, gently caressing her hip and thigh. Her skin trembled at the touch and she moved onto the bed, sitting next to his legs. She reached out and ran a finger up his leg from knee to groin. Then her head moved down so her mouth and tongue could follow the finger. He exhaled suddenly as she took him in her moist mouth. As she took him deeper in her mouth, her hand came up and caressed his chest, rubbing his nipples. Then her hand continued to his lips, exploring and even entering his mouth. In just a few moments, she felt his legs tense and knew he was very close to orgasm. Walter felt the cool air as she lifted her head and slid up beside him. Her mouth replaced her fingers in his mouth and she pressed her breasts against his chest, feeling his stiff hair against her hard nipples and soft breast-flesh. He could feel her desire burning into him as though her body was on fire. She raised her head up and looked into his eyes as her shadow darkened his face. She shifted her weight and positioned herself over his penis. As she lowered her pussy down onto his erect cock, her eyes never shifted from his. He felt the moist warmth again, like her mouth but very different at the same time. She moved slowly down onto him, feeling every sensation of his shaft sliding into her and filling her again. When she felt base of his cock against her, she released her breath and lay down on top of him, savoring the fullness she felt. Her mind realized that although she had been with larger men than Walter, she had never felt as full as with Walter. Desire then overtook her thoughts and she lifted back up and began to move against him, gently rolling and undulating her body against his. This moved his penis around within her vagina with only a little in and out motion, keeping him contained deep inside her vagina. Her breasts rubbed on his chest and she felt rippling tremors begin to flow through her body. For a while, Walter was passive - receptive to the gift of pleasure her was giving her. Her technique was developing a slow smolder that would prolong the coupling, providing extra pleasure without the urgency. Two lovers continued for long minutes, leisurely pleasuring each other with small movements and gentle touches. Then the desire gripped him and he moved his hands to her body. His left went to her shoulders holding her tight to him while his right planted on her smooth ass, controlling its movements and steadying her rhythm. He used his hand to guide and increase the thrusting between them, sliding her hips up and down on his shaft. After just a few moments of this, the limited amount of movement was not enough and he shifted and rolled to the side, holding her close as he pulled her under him. He began thrusting into her in earnest. She closed her eyes, her senses lost. She had wanted to control the passion and lead him to a climax, but that control was gone now as she felt his lips kissing her forehead, her eyes, and then her mouth. His movements quickened and his grip tightened as he broke the kiss to gasp for more air. Her instinct told her he was close to cumming and regretted taking him so close to the edge with her mouth. She wanted to cum with him and thrust her hips up to meet him but she knew she would be too late. She felt the spasms in him as he grunted in orgasm and opened her eyes to see his face screwed up in the pain-pleasure of orgasm. Then she came to her peak suddenly and unexpected, her body shuddering uncontrollably against his as a surprise orgasm exploded inside her, more intense in that surprise. After his final thrust, he rolled to the side and collapsed next to her and they lay together for a while without speaking. They touched each other gently for a while, basking in their desires satiated. When she felt his semen start to ooze out over her, she got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned, he was asleep. Not wanting to get the covers from under him, she pulled a soft blanket over him and climbed into the bed with him, laying her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and went back to sleep. She lay there, her mind awash with thoughts and emotions. This feeling seemed beyond the physical love. The way he took control from her absorbing her will was beyond her experience. Each orgasm with Walter seemed more intense and satisfying than the last. Yet any vision of future with him crashed into the reality of their ages. 'I'm old enough to be his mother!' she screamed to herself. Yet at this moment she knew she could not see herself without that hardness spurting in her again. And she knew there would be more tomorrow. She smiled with that thought and drifted away to sleep. Walter awoke as the sun began to come through the windows and touch the bed. After the usual disorientation from waking up in a different place than normal, he looked down at the woman laying her head on his chest. With her head down, he could only see her smooth chocolate-brown skin exposed from her straightened, shoulder length black hair down her neck to the blanket over her shoulder. He moved his hand up to touch the exposed skin, loving the soft feel of it under his fingers. Marjory stirred, and lifted her head to look up at him. Even though her hair was now a mess, her slender face and high cheek bones looked beautiful the morning light. The hint of crows-feet at the corner of her brown eyes and a touch laugh lines at the corners of her mouth were the only hints to the fact she was old enough to be his mother. In fact she was mother to one of his classmates, a fact that was amazing and frightening at the same time. She reached out and ran her hand across his chest and down his stomach. As her hand got to his penis, he realized that he awoke due to a full bladder, and he had a "morning stiffy" as an indication of how bad he had to go. At that same moment, Marjory's eyes opened wide as she felt the size and hardness of his erection. "Is this for me?" she cooed as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke it. She loved the look and feel of his full shaft, and she was unaware of the dilemma she was causing him. "Umm...I need to...a...I need to go!" He stuttered. She was making him even harder and he knew it was going to be very difficult to pee with a full erection. "Oh!" she exclaimed and withdrew her hand. Then she giggled. "How do you get that pointed at the toilet?" He shrugged in response and clambered out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom. She followed him slowly and turned the corner to find him crouched down and bent forward to get his hard penis pointed at the toilet bowl to release his full bladder. She giggled at the sight, and as he finished he saw her and started to laugh at himself. As Walter flushed the toilet, Marjory reached into the shower and started the water. "Would you like to join me?" she asked with a grin. He grinned in return. "I will join you for anything and everything you desire to share with me." He was already feeling so much a part of her, being in the master bathroom of her house, the normally private sanctuary for a woman and her husband. There was no husband in this house, but entertaining the thought of filling that role was a dangerous path for his mind. "I never suspected someone like you existed," Marjory said, taking the hand he offered as she stepped into the shower. "If I had, maybe I would have done things differently." Her sweet brown flesh glistened as she bent to turn on the shower knobs. "I have always loved this large shower, but it was just a bit big. Now I can find out how wonderful a large shower really can be." 'She never had another man in her shower before?' Walter thought. It was almost a rush to find out that he was the first, almost like she was a virgin of sorts. Every time he turned away from thoughts of a future with this woman, she opened herself more to him and made him desire more in their relationship. He climbed into the shower with her, and then she drew the glass door shut. The lightly frosted glass let the light in but also shut out the rest of the world, creating a private little universe into which they willingly entered but no one else could ever enter. The scent of her personal soap filled the shower with a flowery, lilac perfume that went to his head. Walter stood close to her tall, lean body and waiting for her to take the lead on what she wanted him to do. "Here, sweetheart," she said, handing him the soap and stepping back so that the water spray poured in enticing rivulets over her silky skin, "do me first." He took the soap and foamed it in his hands as she stepped out of the spray and presented herself to him. He slid his soapy hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and then back up to her chest. Her breasts felt wondrously soft and smooth against his soapy palms, and Walter massaged them tenderly, enjoying their shape and weight in his hands. The only hard spot were her stiff erect nipples that he would squeeze when his fingers found them. Marjory's hips and belly next attracted his attention as his fingers slipped down her body, tingling at the feeling of her wet, slick skin. Bubbles grew thick and foamy in the tight curls of her pubic hair, and Jerry went to his knees to carefully wash the folds of her pussy. Her thighs excited him, too, and he stroked them up and down, then proceeded to her calves and ankles. Her feet were small and fragile feeling, and Jerry scrubbed them with enjoyment. Brighton Graduate Ch. 05 When he started up her body again, the warm water ran over his own stimulated body and brought soapy foam with it. Marjory turned slowly to present her back to him. Her derriere was a contrast of soft skin covering firm muscle as he slid his soapy hands over it, and the crack of her ass was so tantalizing as he explored it with his fingers. Jerry massaged her back with the soap, then moved closer used his chest hair to scrub her back. His distended prick slid conveniently between her firm buttocks, and his movements caused it to slide up and down against her ass as he reached around to hold her firm tits again. Marjorie pushed back into him, moving her ass up and down against his soapy cock. Pausing to reach behind her, she took hold of his thick shaft and shifted it down to slid it between her thighs, so that the shaft spread her labia as his swollen head rubbed against her clit. Walter started gentle thrusting and discovered as her stiff pubic hair rubbed against his glans at the top of every stroke, it lifted and snuggled into the sudsy nest of her cunt. The pleasure of that was very intense and he began to thrust more quickly which caused a back and forth friction on Marjorie's clit that was so powerful that in just a few moments she exploded in a mind shattering orgasm. "I'm cummm... Aaahhh!" She screamed in the confines of the shower as her pussy spasmed and her legs turned to jelly. She grabbed her abdomen with her hands as violent muscle contractions surged through her body. If Walter had not held her tight in his arms she would have fallen. As she stopped shaking, he gently eased her to a sitting position in the bottom of the shower. "Ohhh - that was absolutely unbelievable, Walter," she said breathlessly. "I've been fucked in the shower before, but I never had it like that. I felt like I was coming apart, almost dissolving, and you were not even inside me! It's totally impossible, but every time you make me orgasm, it gets better and better." She leaned her head against his thigh. Of course, that put his thick cock right next to her face. It had lost just enough of it hardness to droop towards her face as she looked up at him. She reached up with a hand and lightly traced her fingernails over his hip and across the cheeks of his tight ass. Then Marjory shifted onto her knees and, taking Walter by the hips, positioned him in the shower so the spray hit him in the back. He smiled as she nuzzled his thick cock, rubbing her face against his swollen glans and then brushing her lips along the length of his penis with loving tenderness. Walter jerked as his classmate's mother wrapped her lips around his left testicle, pulling it into her mouth so she could softly run her tongue over his wrinkled and hairy sack. While sucking his nut, she caressed the base of his shaft with her fingers. Marjorie moved her mouth to the length of his cock, laying her tongue up and down the length of his pole, teasing him until Walter thought he would go crazy. She looked up and him and smiled. "I'm going to eat you now, darling," she teased. "I am going suck that big, beautiful rod into my mouth so I can lick it and suck on it until you come in my mouth." "Yes, baby," he said as he gently caressed her face with his fingers. "I love what you do for me." "Of course, darling," she cooed, "I love the taste of your semen because, to me, it tastes delicious. Relax and just let yourself go." Walter was shocked to realize they both just used the word love. They had both been obviously avoiding that word since their relationship had started. He wondered again about... His inner thoughts were shattered as Marjorie laved her wet tongue over his cockhead. He was even more shattered when she pressed the tip of her tongue into the slot at the tip of his glans. Then she took the entire swollen head into the softness of her lips, sliding the purple bulb between the roof of her mouth and along her tongue. She went slowly in and out a few times, then paused and looked up at him as she too a deep breath. She moved forward again and Walter felt his shaft deeper into her mouth. Further and further it seemed to go until he felt the tip of his cockhead touch her throat. His hands braced against the shower walls as he rose up onto his toes in basic animal erotic response. He had never known such incredible stimulation with the shower needling his back as this beautiful black woman used her mouth to build up suction on his prick. The shower enclosure seemed to spin around him as his body tensed even more. Marjorie eased back and took another breath, then started bobbing her head up and down his meat, her cheeks dipping in and out as fucked him with her mouth. 'Screwing me with her mouth,' he thought madly. It seemed so submissive and demeaning, and so loving and tender at the same time. His body began to move with her rhythm, rolling and grinding as she sucked in the stiff shaft she seemed to enjoy so much. Marjorie moaned around his thick shaft as her fingers grasped and squeezed his hard ass. She had never before enjoyed giving oral sex, and disliked the flavor and texture of cum. But it was so different with this boy, and wanted give him this pleasure. She was also anticipating the taste of the semen that was building in his balls. As he thrust back and forth into the suction of her mouth, she could feel he was close enough and reached one of her fingers to press against his anus. She eased the finger into his butthole and pressed up. "Mm - Marjorie!" he shrieked. "Its here...now!" She groaned in response as he shuddered and his cockhead went deep in her mouth. The cockhead swelled even bigger and pulsed as it shot thick, hot semen into her mouth. She concentrated on capturing his first morning semen, swallowing it as his thick cum hosed her mouth, tongue and teeth, and filling her cheeks with sperm. Walter kept pumping his morning sperm into her mouth, spurting the white stuff over and over. His body shook with each release and he thrust his crotch against her chin with each spasm. He continued to moan unintelligible sounds as this beautiful black woman remained attached to his meat, even when he sagged back and almost fell but her hands on his ass kept standing with his cock in her mouth. Eventually she released him and he leaned against the wall of the shower until his legs were strong enough to stand up straight. She stood up and hugged him tight, knowing she was falling in love with Walter, but so ashamed to be with a boy her own son's age. In the shower, he did not notice she was crying. Later They had spent the day casually enjoying each other's company. They listened to different records that he picked out of her jazz collection, and talked about different things. It was a time of discovering that there were so many other areas of their characters that they had in common, and that their relationship had already developed beyond the sexual fire they inspired in each other. They cooked dinner together, kissing at every contact, and rubbing bodies at every opportunity. After they ate, Walter helped her clean up, then took her in his arms and kissed her long and hard. The kiss ignited all the passion that had been smoldering inside Majorie's body, and she moaned as she felt the electricity course through her body. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes with a grin. "I have a surprise for you," he smirked. "Follow me." He led her down the stairs to the family room, and turned on the camera and television. Walter had set up the camera to be focused on the thick white fur rug in front of the sofa, but had connected it to the big screen television. She took in the whole scene in amazement. The ottoman was pushed to the side and the run looked warm, inviting, and like a good place to get laid. The camera and television remotes were within reach on the sofa. "I want you to see the beauty that I see every time you orgasm," he said, gently caressing her face. "You are at your most beautiful as you go over the edge into your orgasm, and I love watching it." Marjorie sobbed as the emotion of his words shook her. "I love you," she whispered as a tear ran down her cheek. She had been resisting saying it but it came out anyway. "I know," he said softly, moving to take her in his arms. "I've know for a while, but knew you had to accept it yourself. I love you and want us to spend the rest of our lives together." "But we can't," she whispered, pain coming into her eyes. "What will everyone think? Your mom? My son? my boss? We can't..." He placed his fingers over her lips stopping her. He kissed her tears gently. "Don't worry about the future," he spoke gently. "Just live each moment and deal with issues if and when they come up. For now, just let me love you. Let me give you this gift." She smiled up at him and then held tight to his chest. Inside, her heart completely melted, and no restraint remained in her. In that moment when she was most vulnerable and expressed all her fears, he had met them head on and told her, in his eyes and in his words, that they would get through anything. Although there would be other discussions of the future, for now, it became a distant worry. She broke their hold and looked up at him. She opened the bathrobe she had been wearing and dropped it to the floor and moved to the white rug. "Are you ready?" she asked as she stood naked, her sleek brown body with all its curves standing before him. The image of her caused his cock to twitch as it started to become longer and harder. By the time he had dropped his shorts and underwear to the ground, his shaft was thickening nicely. "I see you are," she replied, with a little smile. She beckoned for him to walk to her and then they were standing face to face-- with her heels off, she was just a few inches shorter than Walter. She ran her fingers through the dirty blonde hair of her lover...no, her boyfriend. Then she gave him a long kiss, raising up on her toes as she forced her tongue between his lips and sucked gently. He returned the kiss, letting his own tongue enter her mouth. Her full lips were moist and incredibly soft. Marjorie laid him down on the rug and knelt down over him, running her long dark fingers over his pale body. His chest was covered in soft brown hairs and punctuated by two pink nipples which she teased with her nails until they hardened. He had the feeling he had done this before, on this rug, and started to say something, but realized it had been a dream...a wonderful dream now coming true in the best way. Next, the slim, dark woman raised herself a bit so her pussy was hovering over Walter's face. She slid her fingers over her neatly trimmed mound and let one finger slide down the shiny black hairs, then underneath her, until the tip of her finger disappeared into her slit. As she did this, she watched herself on the television. It was like being connected to a porn movie, where she could watch and feel at the same time. Under her crotch, Walter couldn't take his eyes off of the site of her wet pussy just inches from his face. The dark shiny curls, the hint of color he detected in the inner lips. He could smell her-- a musky mix of roses, sweat, and sex. He breathed it in as he watched he finger enter repeatedly, with his cock growing harder. He had already had sex with this woman that was as old as his own mother countless times but this was almost like starting all over again. She seemed to sense this. "You look like you've never seen pussy before," she said in a gentle but slightly reprimanding voice, still working her finger in and out of her pussy. Marjorie tilted her head to the side, arching her back slightly as the muscles in her belly tightened. With her free hand, she parted the outer lips of her pussy to reveal the deep, reddish pink inner lips. Her clit became fully exposed to him, the firm, round member hooded in more deep reddish pink flesh. She was rubbing a finger of her left hand in circles on it as she fucked herself with what were now two fingers instead of one from her right hand. She swayed gracefully back and forth with the rhythm of the fingers. Marjorie started making a moaning sound, in between sighs, which was making her young lover under her very turned on. Suddenly, Walter felt wet spatter all over his face as came in another powerful orgasm, her fingers splashing her juice onto him. He looked to the television and saw she had cum with her eyes wide open, staring at herself on the screen. She eased the massaging of her clit, but now she was groaning, and as her orgasm waned, she closed her eyes and relaxed. She had spurted her juice all over his face and he tasted her juices again as it trickled down into his mouth. It was like salt and cream and tang...but most of all, it tasted live love to him. When her orgasm waned a bit more, Marjorie opened her eyes a dn refocused on her teen lover. "Do you want some more, lover?" she cooed softly, in that sultry voice that he had grown to love. She put her hand under his blond hair and lowered her wet labia to his mouth. "Lick it," she hissed. The cum-wet pussy lips pressed against his lips, then he stuck his tongue out and penetrated her hot cunt, sliding in, then back out to dart around her inner lips and the entrance of her slit, lapping up the juices. "That's it, baby," she whimpered, moaning as she pressed herself down. "Eat it, baby...eat my fucking pussy." When the relationship had started just weeks ago after his graduation, she was always so lady-like and would not say anything slightly dirty. But suddenly she was talking like a whore...but only for him. She was "a lady in the parlor and a whore in the bedroom." He answered the encouragement by holding her firm black ass in his hands and burrowing his face deeper into her crotch. His nose rubbed against her pubic bone as his tongue searched out every area of her pussy. He let his fingers on her ass began to explore, and the middle finger found her anus and began rubbing across it. "What are you do....Oh!" She suddenly howled. Her surprise about having her anus touched was overridden the fact that it was another place connected to her orgasmic generator. "OOOHHH....YYEEEESSSSSS!" she yelled. He sucked and licked, then lapped up the juices as she came again, oozing more of her clear, tangy cum on his face. She shook as the tongue moved inside her and he paused, letting her enjoy the descent from her orgasmic high. After a moment, she slid her pussy back away from his mouth and rested herself on her arms for a moment, catching her breath. "Mmmm," she said, with a smile, running her fingertips through her hair. "That was good. Can I have more?" Walter nodded yes and Marjorie lifted her cunt away from his chest and moved her body down my so she was kneeling with her hips hovering over the lean white body under her. "I want to be full again." Before Walter could say anything, she slid her cunt, wet with saliva and pussy juice—down over the thick shaft of his cock. He instinctively thrust up into the tight warmth, conscious of the shag of the carpet tickling his lower back. At first, she held his hands in hers at his side as she worked her pussy up and down the shaft steadily, but he continued raising his hips to meet her. Her light brown tits were swaying back and forth as she rode her son's classmate and she leaned forward and so he could take one in his mouth. his mouth sucked at the puckered nipple and moaned as she fucked him. "Oh fuck," Marjorie groaned, panting as she worked. Her body came down with a thud every time she filled herself with the entire length of his young white cock. She stared at herself on the television, watching the beauty of it. She gripped her cunt muscles tight over his cock, just to hear him gasp. She liked the idea of taking him from above and how compliant he was. She shifted to a more upright position and started to go straight up and down on what was now her cock. She knew now that she owned it, and with a more upright position, was able to see pink shaft slide in and out of her own brown body on the television. With his hands now released, he reached up and grabbed her ass to steady the motion and keep them in sync. Walter was fast nearing the point of cumming, but was afraid she might not be ready, that it might be too soon for her. He reached around and rubbed some of her copious pussy juice on his finger. Then he swiftly rimmed her tiny butt-hole with the juices and then slid the finger in as far as the first knuckle. "Oh no...no again..." She tried to say but her body again took over. She changed her thrusting to a back and forth motion that drove against the finger and rubbed her clit against the root of the shaft filling her pussy. The transformation into accepting the anal intrusion was instantaneous. "Oh yes..." She screamed. "Fuck me! Finger my ass! AAHHHHhhh!!" and she tightened her cunt muscles around his cock again as she came. Painful muscle contractions rippled across abdomen and her hands clutched her stomach as her anus also tightening around his finger. "Ah ...ahhhhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhh...." the boy shrieked, his face contorted as he let go another load of cum. His limbs tensed and his toes curled as he I thrust his hips upward, pumping spurt after spurt of thick, white sperm into her dark hole. She howled unintelligible sounds as uncontrollable contraction racked her again and again. She collapsed to the side, dropping his still spurting cock out as she curled into a ball and clenched her legs together, quivering in her orgasm. He held her as the post orgasmic shivers went back and forth between them. When the spasms stopped, the deep breathing of recovery gave way to the gentle breathing of sleep as they dosed off for a time. When he woke, she was still laying curled up next to him. He could feel that his exhausted penis had shrunk, but was nestled in the crack of her firm, brown ass. He started to gently press it against her ass. Her hips started to respond before she even was fully awake. "Mmmm..." she murmured softly. "What are you doing?" "Playing with your ass," he replied. "Do you like it?" "I never thought I would like anyone plying back there." She told him. "I always thought it was gross, but you've set me off over and over again back there. Now I want you back there again." Just the thought that he was going to fuck her ass again was enough to start his manhood hardening again, but he wanted to tease her some more. "So what to do want?" He wiggled his hips even more. She reached around and slapped him hard on the hip. "You know what I want, brat" she hissed. She rolled away from him and moved over to the ottoman and spread herself over it. With the ottoman under her and her legs spread apart, she reached around and rubber her ass as she smiled at her young lover. "I want you to fill my ass with your cock," she whispered in that sultry voice he loved to hear. "And I want my ass to be a receptacle for any cum you may have left in your big balls." He smiled and moved up behind her. With one hand on her hip to steady himself, he guided his hard shaft back into her hot pussy. He started a slow in and out thrusting, trying to build a slow fire and not set himself off too soon. Unfortunately, he found it difficult to slow the build of intensity; her pussy was so hot and seemed as tight as the first time he entered it. He licked his thumb and placed his hand on her ass so that his thumb on her wrinkled hole. As he rubbed his digit on her hole, she groaned and pushed back. Under just a little pressure, her hole opened to his thumb and inhaled sharply and pushed back hard. She suddenly stopped moving, groaned loudly, and shuttered as another orgasm went off inside her. It was almost enough to set Walter off and he pulled his cock out of her throbbing pussy as she lay across the ottoman moaning through yet another orgasm. As he gentle moved his thumb in and out of her cream brown ass, he thought to check the television. The camera angle was all wrong and he slowly extracted his thumb. Brighton Graduate Ch. 05 "Noooo" she moaned as he rose up. He went to the camera and moved the tripod closer so it gave a downward angle onto Marjorie's perfect ass. He watched the screen and he adjusted it so it would give the perfect angle for her to see what he was about to do. Then Walter knelt down behind her and slowly spread her perfect brown cheeks apart to further expose her asshole to both the camera and his own hungry eyes. Marjorie gave out a soft moan as she looked at her own ass on the television. The picture showed that there was a small ring of wetness covering it. The little puckered hole was like a tiny rosebud, wrinkled and just a hint lighter than the rest of her soft ass-flesh. Leaning down, Walter softly kissed each cheek and then slowly circled his tongue around the puckered hole. When Marjorie shivered and pushed back, he moved his tongue to the top the crack of her beautiful ass before kissing down one cheek and then the other all over again, leaving a trail of his saliva as he did. "Ummmmm . . ." he heard this sexy mother murmur out as his tongue went back to the top of her crack and slowly licked downward, edging closer and closer her asshole. She watched on the television as the tip of his tongue touched the tiny hole. Her mind was so split to watch this...it was dirty and gross...yet sexy and intimate. That her teenaged lover would do this to her was both an act of love and an act so depraved... "Ohhhh . . ." she soft groaned and pushed back against the tongue in her ass. Rolling his tongue, he pressed it harder against the muscles of her sphincter. More moans and whimpers escaped her mouth as he pressed harder and the tip of his tongue pierced the little circle of muscles. As the tongue slowly forced it way into her tight anal highway, she reveled in the sheer perversion of it all; having a lover her own son's age, watching herself have sex on television, the interracial issue, and now his tongue in her ass. It was all just so wild! Walter was obviously enjoying it as well, and he continued to explore her ass and especially her tiny hole with his tongue until it was actually getting tired. The area around her puckered asshole was covered with his saliva. He pushed as deep as he could one more time, mashing his lips against her ass, then eased his tongue back out of her behind. Holding onto her waist to steady himself, Walter moved closer on his knees, until he was looking down at her gorgeous, light brown ass. She reached back and cupped the cheeks of her ass in her hands. Pressing her slender fingers into the soft skin of her ass, she spread the cheeks apart and exposed her vulnerable asshole even more. Walter grabbed hold of his big, pale erection and guided it down the divide between her cheeks, rubbed it against her crack and spreading the saliva left behind onto his cockhead. When the head of his cock touched the wrinkle of her hole, a soft groan was heard from Marjorie. She watched the television as he focused the swollen head of his shaft on her asshole and pushed forward. Walter gradually increasing the pressure as she pushed back against him, the tight sphincter slowly relaxing to allow this now familiar intruder ease its way inside her bowels. "Ooohhh . . ." Marjorie moaned as the head of her young lover's manhood slowly entered her anus, spreading the muscles again. The final push that allowed the flared crown of his cockhead to slide past her sphincter brought a gasp from both of the lovers. He felt a relaxation of pressure against his shaft as the now stretched muscles of her anus gripped it just below the glans, nearly trapping it in a most wonderful way. "Oh baby," he breathed as her tight, anal canal collapsed down around his manhood. As wonderfully warm and tight as her pussy was, her ass was still unbelievably tight, even as he slid his cock in a fraction of an inch at a time. He paused every few moments to let her tightness adjust this friendly intrusion, but the continued to push forward until he felt the base of his cock nudged up against her fingers. She let go with her hands and rested her arms in front of her as she gently ground her brown ass back against his hairy groin. "So big . . ." she whispered as she watched on the television. Walter began to move, slowly backing his cock back out the firm grip of her rectum. Each vein on the shaft seemed to throb on the screen as she watched the hard shaft slid out. She actually felt the flared head nudge up against the restriction of her anal sphincter as he stopped backing out and started to ease in again. He eased in and out slowly, feeling her ass relax and actually lubricate a little. "Fuck my ass," Marjorie said in her unique husky tone. Once she adjusted to the size of the young man meat sliding into her bowels, she began to feel the desire for orgasm. She longed for the title wave to crash over her and wanted this gentleness to be over. Walter, ever the obedient lover, pulled his hips back and then pushed forward with a grunt, sliding all the way into her tight bum with one thrust. "Oh my God," she sobbed. Walter began to fuck her hot ass, gradually moving harder and faster. Marjorie took everything he could give her and more as she thrust herself back against him taking the hard, pale cock even deeper into the fiery furnace of her tight rectum. He could hear her grunt with each thrust, accompanied by the slapping of skin as his belly and thighs smacked against her muscular ass. Marjorie's small breasts rubbed back and forth on the ottoman as Walter rammed against her over and over again. Even as all this was happening, she kept her eyes glued to the television, watching herself get rammed in the ass; with all the noise in her head she found time to calmly wonder how her tight little ass could accommodate that huge shaft. Walter knew that it was almost time for him; he could almost feel the start pushing through all the plumbing inside his balls on its way to his throbbing cock. He started grunting as he rammed her harder and faster, driving now to his own pleasure. The fire inside his testicles was growing until he couldn't hold back any longer. A loud, anguished cry came out of Walter as na electric spasm of pleasure ripped from his cock through his entire body. The shaft exploded as all the remaining semen in his body began to spray into the clenched depths of her bowels. "I feel it . . . oh, my God!" Marjorie screamed as her tight asshole began a series of clenching contractions. These contractions spread to her whole body and she clutched the ottoman to her belly as her whole body was wracked with uncontrolled spasms that were so strong they were painful. The legs of the ottoman chattered on the floor and Walter gripped her tightly to his hips to avoid being painfully ejected from her now very tight sphincter. Yet she seemed to go through spasm after spasm, screaming sounds that no one would understand. In a detached way, he wondered if the neighbors could hear, and if they would think she was being attacked and call the police. Finally she stopped moving and was silent. Walter caressed her gently as he caught his breath. "That was incredible," he whispered, as he backed away and tried to ease his penis out of her tight asshole. He was a little surprised at her lack of response and tried to lean forward to look at her, the motion of which pushed his penis back into her bunghole. The friction on his still swollen shaft caused his groin to spasm one more time, almost like cumming again. Again, there was no response from Marjorie, so he leaned forward and looked at her face to find she was unconscious! He was not sure if she had passed out or just slid right into sleep, but he did not want to disturb her. He eased back again slowly and this time his softening cock started to slide out until the head of his shaft, now red with friction, popped out of her asshole. He watched as the stretched opening of her anus slowly shrunk back down to closed, leaking out a drop of brown-white cum as it did. The circle of red around her sphincter was now very red and spread farther out than before. He found a comforter and covered her in place, then laid down on the sofa. He was awakened by her kiss some short time later. "That was fantastic," she whispered to him, as she kept her face just inches from his. "Thank you . . . I have never, ever had orgasms like you give me." "You're welcome," Walter whispered back. Although there was no need to whisper, there was an intimacy that he wanted to preserve. "It didn't hurt you, did it?" he asked her. "Not during the act, but I think the crazy ride at the end made me a bit sore," she said, rising to he knees. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" He asked. "OOhhh, that sounds so good," she smiled. "But it would lead to more than my behind can handle right now. I think we need to take a break and have some dinner." "And after that?" he asked. "What do you mean?" she replied. "Will you be ready again?' "That's not what I meant," he whispered, reaching out for her hand. He looked into her eyes. "I love you. I want to spend my life with you. And I do not want to hide our relationship because of the age difference. I want to marry you." She stared at him, stunned at his passion, as a tear rolled down her cheek.