6 comments/ 96660 views/ 35 favorites Teardrop Tonya By: SecondCircle I had been best friends with Mark all of my life. So when he asked me to house sit for him it was a no brainer. He would be out of town for two weeks on vacation with his family and wanted me to stay at his house, feed the fish, keep his pool clean, keep his two dogs fed, mow his yard... basically live in his house and keep it up for the time that they were away. He'd been planning this trip to Florida with his wife and two kids for a long time, and I didn't wanna leave him high and dry. Not that I needed any convincing to do this for him. I lived by myself in a small one bedroom apartment and worked nights usually. Whatever time I didn't spend at my place playing video games I spent at Mark's house anyway. Mark always laughed at me and told me I needed to get out more and meet people, but I never met a girl that didn't end up being a bitch in the end anyway, and I wasn't looking for much more than the occasional one night fling with someone anyway. Besides I wasn't much of a lady's man. I was skinny, and kept myself well groomed, but I was a bit shy and nervous as hell around women, even unattractive women. I decided to take time off from work and just chill out at Mark's house. I asked off for the first week that he would be gone, and decided to stay at his place for that week. He told me that I could have their guest bedroom to myself and do whatever I wanted as long as I didn't go into their bedroom or mess anything up in the house. I assured him that I wouldn't have any friends over or girls or anything like that. In the heat of the summertime, I was more interested in swimming in his pool than anything else. I saw them off the Monday they left, with Mark's wife Debbie frantically dashing through the house getting last minute items to pack while Mark made sure I had all of the emergency contact numbers and such. We were standing in the driveway watching Debbie get their kids situated in their SUV when we spotted Mark's neighbor across the street walking down her concrete driveway to check the mail. I felt Mark nudge me on the arm and nod his head towards his neighbor, though I had already spotted her. "Check it out Todd," he said. "There's Teardrop Tonya." I smiled and nodded. Tonya had lived across the way as long as Mark had lived in this house. She had been the center of many of our conversations in the past. Even the teenagers that lived on this street swapped stories about her. The women of the neighborhood, including Mark's wife, would sneer anytime they saw her, and would gossip and spread nasty rumors about her. They made sure that she was out of earshot when they talked, however, for none of the suburban housewives wanted any sort of altercation with her. We both watched as she strutted down her driveway. Tonya was an older woman, somewhere in her mid forties. She had quite the reputation with the locals, due to her wild and troubled history. We knew that she had been a young bartender at one time, working at a rowdy bar on the outskirts of town. She married the owner, who owned several such establishments, when she was in her twenties. The owner was about fifty years old or so. They had two children that few have ever seen before. To hear Mark tell it, things went well for them for a couple years, but Tonya played him like a fiddle apparently. He had bought her the house and a flashy new car, giving her everything she could ever want, until they had a huge falling out. She divorced the guy and kept everything he had given her, and probably much more. The guy had taken the kids with him and moved out of state. Tonya quit her job at the bar then, and almost immediately began seeing and old Vietnam war vet that rode a motorcycle, and dressed in denim vests and had tattoos and such. This new man, another cradle robber, married Tonya and lived with her for several years. They were supposedly real wild together, a really great couple when they got along, but screaming at each other in the yard and fighting each other constantly. Her new husband was notorious for doing lots of illegal stuff, from drugs to stealing cars. His friend was said to have owned a body shop that was actually a front for a chop shop that would disassemble cars and build new ones illegally. He eventually was caught, and is still currently serving time in the penitentiary. True to her style, Tonya divorced him shortly after his incarceration, even getting to keep the guy's motorcycle. By this time Tonya was in her thirties, and according to the soccer moms of the neighborhood, sleeping with numerous men, all wealthy, married, and in one way or another, powerful figures. When she overheard that one women had been spreading these rumors around, she ran into her at a supermarket and assaulted her, beating her senseless. She served a little bit of time for that. When she got out of jail, Tonya once again married, this time to a really wealthy elderly man. He was smitten with her, and to hear it told, she changed her life around after they got together. She started going to a local church (the same one that Mark and Debbie still attend), and occasionally, one could spot her now fully grown sons coming to town for a visit. It wasn't long before the Tonya's elderly husband died of a heart attack, and everything he had began to fill her coffers even more. And there she was now. "Damn man, she wears that shit on purpose, you know?" Mark said, shaking his head. Tonya definitely stood out here in the suburbs. She was tall, maybe five foot ten when she wasn't wearing the leather heels she loved so much. She had very long and very full jet black hair, which she would always fix a different way or touch up with different colors. Today it was blonde streaks that patterned her dark hair. She always wore large earings, her favorite seeming to be ones that had feathers in them. Tonya had large dark brown eyes that seemingly always were bordered with great looking makeup, the kind that Debbie said was too slutty for a woman her age. Tonya earned the name "Teardrop Tonya" because of her tattoos. Supposedly, she got them when she was married to the war vet. Her right arm was a full sleeve, depicting a feminine skull wearing a Native American headdress that flowed down to her elbow. From its hollow eyes, large highly detailed trails of tears ran down Tonya's arm. It was the only tattoo large enough for me to make out from a distance, the rest were just a jumble of colorful pictures and stars. Her left arm was tattooed as well though not quite as much. There was an obnoxious guy that Mark knew, who claimed to have slept with Tonya, that said she had tattoos of all of her ex husbands' names in a list somewhere in her sleeve. The woman's tits were amazing, and were the cause of a lot of jealous talk from most of the other women that lived here. Tonya's tits were almost unbelievably large, and it was rumored that they were either bought for her by her first husband or medically enhanced. When I first saw her, I thought maybe it was some sort of special bra she might have worn, but after seeing her in a bikini top one time I knew this wasn't the case. Today she was wearing a strapless top, her cleavage exposed to the hot sun. Tonya also had on a pair of cutoff blue jeans that stopped at her upper thighs, displaying her long well tanned legs. "Damn, Todd, that woman ages well," Mark stated as he watched her. Tonya retrieved her mail, and after briefly looking it over, gave a glance our way. I pretended to watch Debbie at that moment, and noticed Mark use the same tactic. Debbie looked up then and asked Mark if he was all set. She glanced over in Tonya's direction, and made sure to turn around before rolling her eyes with a disgusted look on her face. I couldn't help but watch Tonya stroll back up to her front porch, her hips swaying seductively as those long legs climbed her steps. Mark and Debbie left a few moments later, with kids yelling and laughing in the back seat as they waved goodbye. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I took a dip in Mark's pool and cleaned it out for most of the evening. I made myself something to eat and eventually crashed out on the sofa watching movies that night. The week pretty much dragged on like that, with me swimming and playing online games on Mark's 72" flat screen. Mark had no shortage of cool stuff to do. With his wife working at the hospital and him raking in money as an accountant downtown, they lived pretty comfortable. I had always been quite the opposite, working the graveyard shift at the local industrial park and keeping to myself. I made enough to get by, but usually when it cane time to have real fun I was hanging with Mark. I even felt a dirty temptation itching within me, and discovered Mark's personal little porn collection in his closet and watched several discs on his enormous TV. Thursday rolled around and I noticed the yard was in need of a trimming. I fired up the mower in their garage and got to work. I wanted to wait until late in the evening to mow but Mark had a pretty sizeable acre and a half that would take several hours to finish. I threw on my swimming trunks and a tank top and started on the backyard. Just as I thought, the July sun had me burning hot and dripping with sweat by the time I finished the back. I cut the mower off and took a quick dip in the pool before going inside to grab a bite to eat. After I took my break, I began mowing the front yard. The heat was still intense, and I cranked the mower into high gear trying to finish as fast as possible. Until I saw Tonya, that is. I spotted the sultry older woman walking from around her house to her front porch, carrying two potted flower plants. Today she was wearing a tight grey tanktop that again showcased those enormous tits. She had on her favorite shorts again, those cutoff jeans that were frayed at the ends. Her long black hair was tied up behind her head at the moment. She must have had on ten different bracelets on her tattooed arms, and had adorned her ears with black and white feather earrings. Immediately upon seeing Tonya, I dropped the mower into a slower gear, and adjusted my sunglasses to make sure she couldn't see me looking. But I was looking. Tonya's back was to me when she set the two plants in the grass in front of her porch and squatted down to mess with them. Debbie had always talked about how Tonya wore clothes that were made for younger girls or styles that didn't fit her age. Her grey tank slid up her back, exposing more tan tattooed skin. I couldn't make out the markings from this distance, the sight of the flesh was enough. I had to remember to turn the mower before I drove over Mark's driveway. As I made another long pass across his yard, I tried not to appear too obvious as I continued to glance Tonya's way. She was standing now, but bent over the pots, the bottoms of her dark ass cheeks showing as her tight shorts wedged up in between them. She stood and circled back around the house. The next time she came around she was carrying two more plants. This time, as almost an answer to my prayers, Tonya was leaned over facing my direction, sticking flowers in the pots and watering them. I could see from a distance the dark slit of her cleavage and the round tops of her breasts wobbling as she worked. I realized my dick was pushing into the waistband of my trunks. I adjusted myself to a more comfortable position, glancing back to see Tonya looking up at me. I tried to act normal and continue my mowing pattern, but I had butterflies inside, worried she might have seen me repositioning my boner. After a few minutes when I turned the mower heading towards her house, and saw Tonya disappear around to her back yard. She returned again with two more plants, and this time I tried to keep my eyes averted. After another half hour or so at about midday, I finished mowing the front yard. I pulled the mower back into the garage and walked back outside, wiping the sweat from my brow with my shirt. The sun beamed down relentlessly, and I was glad to be done with the yard. That's when I saw Tonya standing about midway in her front yard looking directly towards me. She had one hand on her hip and another shielding her eyes from the sun. "Hey, excuse me!" She called over. I almost froze where I was at the sound of her voice. "Uh, hey!" I shouted in return nervously. In the same pose, she yelled, "Could you lend a girl a hand for a minute?" It was almost spoken like a demand. My chest went cold as I stammered out a reply. "Y-yeah, sure." Tonya didn't wait to see if I was coming. She turned and began strutting back towards her porch. Almost in a trance, I headed in her direction. Absolute nervousness overwhelmed me then, enough to almost make me bolt back into Mark's house. I had to try to play this cool. I had to calm down. I made my way across the street and into her yard. The trip to her porch gave me a feeling akin to meeting a famous celebrity. I would finally see her up close. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. I just knew I'd come off as a dork, but I tried to act as normal as I could. Tonya looked amazing. The first thing I noticed safely from behind my sunglasses were those huge tits. The tan skin of her cleavage was riddled with small freckling age spots, but somehow seemed to add to their appeal. The skin at the top of her cleavage had begun to draw subtle lines, but wasn't at all repulsing. I realized that she wasnt wearing a bra. The sight made my dick stir in my trunks as i could see the natural droop of her bra-less chest, as well as the shape of what i thought were her nipples through the thin grey fabric of her tank top. Her tight angular face was showing the same barely noticeable signs of age that were expected of a woman in her forties, with small tired looking bags beginning to form under her eyes and crow's feet at their corners. Her full lips had the slightest lines in them, and her mouth in general looked as though Tonya had worn a frown her whole life. She carried a small tummy on her midsection, but not big enough to make her look unsightly. Overall, Tonya had the slightest bit of age on her, but she looked like a goddess. There was a tired look about her, bit she also had an air of superior sexiness and confidence. I had heard the words "cougar" and "milf" thrown around alot, but there simply was no way to describe this woman. Tonya was simply a bad ass mature woman that could still show her stuff. As I came up to the porch, Tonya was lighting a cigarette. As she inhaled the first drag, she reached behind her and let her hair fall down her shoulders. Her piercing dark eyes were fixed on me, and made me a nervous wreck inside. "What's your name, kid?" She asked, letting out a long plume of smoke. "Todd," I managed to say without stuttering. "Well, nice to meet 'cha, Todd." Tonya's voice was a low tone and smooth as caramel. "You think you could put these up for me?" At first I was unsure of what she meant. Of course my eyes were darting repeatedly to her breasts, so that my first thought was sexual. I then saw the potted plants sitting on her porch behind the wood railing. I looked and saw the hooks above each one across her porch, which was a rather tall porch. I nodded and said, "Oh, yeah, if course." I had to walk over and come up the steps to begin. I could feel her watching me, standing there smoking with one hand on her hip. I focused and went to hang the first pot furthest away from her. "You holdin' the fort down hun?" I heard her say. "Uh, yeah. My buddy Mark and his family are on vacation. He asked me to look over everything." Tonya gave a slight smirk as she blew out smoke. "Pretty good at that, huh." I didn't know what to say back to that so I simply hung the pot and went on to the next one, but I didn't miss that slight pun about looking that she had added. "Uh, sorry Ma'am, what did you say your name was?" I asked. Tonya shot me a look and a roll of her eyes. "I'm sure you might have heard it by now. And don't call me Ma'am. I ain't that old honey." I hung another pot and continued to the next. "It's Tonya, right?" She sat in the rocking chair next to her and flicked her ashes beside her in a tray on a round patio table. "That's right," she said sounding slightly amused. I decided maybe not talking would be better as I hung another plant. She sat staring off on the distance as she smoked and I finished hanging the last plants. I was close enough to smell her strong cherry fragrance, and I could make out alot of her tattoos now. Most were Indian related, a wolf howling or a dreamcatcher that had a skull design in the web. They looked great on her tan skin. "You look like you've been swimming, Todd," Tonya noted. "Oh, yeah. Mark has a pool." "Be nice to swim in this kinda heat," she said. Thinking quickly, I said, "Well, you could come over and take a dip if you wanted sometime." Tonya smothered her cigarette out in the ashtray on the table. She gave a small alluring smile. "That'd be nice. Of course, if his little twat ever found out she'd shit." I was a little surprised. I had never heard a woman speak so bluntly before. "Debbie?" I said trying to sound skeptical. "Yeah." Tonya gave me a look as I hung another pot. "Don't think I don't know that these little cunts whisper behind my back. I don't mind, but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot." I gave a little laugh. "Uh, yeah, I guess they do talk." I hung the last plant and Tonya waved me over to the chair beside her. "Come over here and stay a while, Todd." My heart skipped a beat in my chest. She was asking me to stay. This was a moment I had fantasized about many times, to sit with the lovely and fierce Teardrop Tonya. Not wanting to seem rude, I took a seat in the chair beside her. The close proximity made the hairs on my arms and neck stand, even in this heat. Tonya was reaching behind her, and I realized she had a cooler there. She then produced two bottled beers. Tonya held one out for me, and I felt obligated to take it. She popped the top to her own and took a long, deep swig. I followed suit, trying to play it as cool as I could. "So, what do they say about me nowadays?" Tonya asked me. I licked my lips and shrugged, unsure of how I should handle this. "Well, you could kinda guess what the women are saying." She shook her head and her lips became a thin line. "Those little bitches will always talk. What can you do? I try to be friendly with them and all I can smell is jealousy and bigotry on them. They'll smile and act sweet and prissy to your face but as soon as you turn your back..." Tonya took another swig of beer. "What else do people say, Todd?" She said suddenly, locking her dark eyes on mine. I shrugged. "They, uh... well, they call you a gold digger." I couldn't believe what I was telling her. Her brow furrowed. "What?" "I-I mean you have been married to all older men, that w-were pretty wealthy...." Tonya studied me a moment with such a look I thought she might crack that beer bottle over my head. "Is that not the same reason little miss sweet bush married your accountant buddy? And the reason I don't see you with a plus one? Nobody wants someone that ain't got the money, sweetheart." Tonya's words hit home and stung a little. I had to give it to her though. No one was interested in a factory working shut in that played too many video games. "So yeah," Tonya shrugged, "I guess I am a gold digger. It's got me what I have now, so fuck 'em." She lit another cigarette and crossed her tan legs, which drew my attention to them. I couldn't help but picture them wrapped around my waist. Teardrop Tonya Ch. 02 Special thanks to all the editors that helped me with this one. Jen litgirl, sexy tat, and DevilsRapture. You guys are great. I sat at Mark and Debbie's kitchen table, staring at the patterns in the oak. I was feeling somewhere between elation and shock. A little over two hours ago, I had been on Teardrop Tonya's porch, my swimming trunks around my ankles and my dick shoved down her throat, for all the world to see. It all seemed so surreal. I could remember days when I would see Tonya, and of course she would always look gorgeous, dressed so casually but so provocative. The image of her would stick with me in my mind and later follow me to bed. I would lay up fantasizing about what it would be like to have any kind of fling with her. I would conjure her back up in my head and stroke myself into an orgasm. And I had just cum in her mouth on her front porch. She had toyed with me and taken advantage of me, and it amused her to do so. Whatever reason she had for doing that to me, I couldn't stop thinking about it, or about her. Tonya was pretty much what everyone said she was, but she was so much more. She was a bad bitch, and didn't care. I loved it. To see such fierceness and sexuality from an older woman was enthralling to me. Tonya had exploited my shyness and elevated my spirits with one single intimately incredible action. I had come back to Mark's house, fed his animals, and couldn't think of a single thing to do for the past two hours except think of Tonya. I had drank a few sodas, but otherwise sat silent at the table. I was waiting for her to appear on Mark's doorstep, for she had said she was coming over for a swim. With her ability to tease and manipulate, I wasn't sure if she was leading me on or not. Tonya could very well be sitting in her house laughing, knowing I was waiting here eagerly for another taste of her. Tonya terrified me a little. I was never ahead of her, never in control. I just wasn't wired like that, and she was too good at it. I guess that was to be expected, her being twice my age. She was completely unpredictable. At the same time, she drove me crazy. Though I knew I was definitely not the first to say it, I was absolutely smitten with Tonya. Again, this was expected of the quiet type that I was but that made it no less intoxicating. The doorbell rang suddenly and my heart leapt into my throat. It was her. Tonya was actually coming over to swim in Mark's pool. I stood slowly, still able to feel my used dick in my trunks, the reminder of what she had given me earlier. I fought off my nerves and forced my weak legs to carry me to the door. Why was I like this? Tonya had just blown me two hours ago! I shouldn't be so uneasy about all this! I pulled the door open and there she stood. The sexy seductress stood on Mark's front step, looking as stunning as I'd ever seen her. Tonya's long, wavy, black hair fell down across her shoulders, her subtle blonde streaks glimmering in the afternoon sun. I gawked in amazement at her body in front of me. She was wearing a bikini, of course, but I had never seen her this way, at least not up close. Tonya's bikini was a black two piece and the top did its best to cover the round forms of her naturally drooping C cup beauties. I could see the tips of her nipples through the fabric, a body part that Tonya seemed to have trouble hiding with anything she wore. She still had on a pair of cutoff jean shorts, though this pair seemed rediculously short and low on her curvy hips. It was here that I saw the straps of her black bikini bottom rising up out of the waistband, its strings hanging free over the jeans at her wide hips. Tonya had on high heels which had but one strap over her toes, her ankles and tops of her feet left exposed. These pushed her hips up and out, accentuating her lusty appeal. This was all she wore, aside from her usual smug looking expression. That, and her tattoos, which were now on full display. I had seen her sleeves, the artwork faded, yet intricate and eye catching on her smooth arms, but I could now see a design on her bronze stomach. There was a crescent moon that circled her naval. From here, a trail of stars appeared to drift upward and out, making their way under her left breast. The stars were smallest by the crescent moon but got bigger as they reached her breast, where the trail bent and followed the curve of the underside of her breast up around to her armpit. None of these designs were colored, but were shaded in such a way that they seemed to glow. "Well, you gonna move, Todd? Or do I have to stand out here all day?" She asked impatiently. Shaken from my trance, I stepped aside and allowed her to walk in. Tonya did so purposely close to me, staring me in the eyes. I could almost feel an intense gravitational pull as she passed, drawing me to her. As I closed the door, Tonya strutted into the living room examining her surroundings. I stood nervously unsure what to do or say. Tonya was nodding as she glanced around the house. "Cute," she said. "She has good taste. I like her curtains in here." I felt obliged to agree, surprised that she was complimenting Debbie but I wasn't exactly well versed in interior decoration. "Your friend got anything to drink, Todd?" Tonya asked, making her way towards the open kitchen. "Uh... yeah, sure," I said, speaking at last. "I think there's some tea or soda in the fridge." Tonya shot me one of her looks over her tattooed shoulder. "Surely he has something stouter?" She implied. As though she had X-ray vision, she pulled open the freezer door. I thought to stop her, but figured it wouldn't do any good. Mark wouldn't miss a bit of alcohol anyway. I knew Mark always kept a few bottles of liquor there for when friends came over. Tonya studied the contents of the freezer, with one hand on her hip, which was cocked to one side. I now spotted yet another design inked onto Tonya's lower back. It was an eagle or hawk of some kind, its wings spread wide across the her lower hip. The tips of its wings appeared to be catching fire. On its head, it wore an elaborate headdress of colored feathers. Judging by all the artwork I had seen on her incredible body today, I knew Tonya must have an enthusiastic fondness of Native American culture. Tonya reached in the freezer and produced a bottle of spiced rum, a favorite of Mark's. She set the bottle on the table and gave me a questioning look. "Glasses?" She prompted, which I should have expected. "Oh, right." "Get two." I hadn't planned on partaking but I fetched two short glasses from the cabinet and proceeded to put ice in them. Just as I thought she would, Tonya poured the rum in straight over the ice, not bothering with a mixer. Following her lead, I clinked my glass to hers and drank. I started to sip mine, until I saw Tonya toss her glass back and finish the liquor. I followed suit, trying not to make a face afterwards as the rum burned its trail to my stomach. Tonya poured us another glass and returned the rum to the freezer. When we were ready, I led her to the sliding glass doors on the back side of the living room. I pulled one open and allowed Tonya to step out on the back deck. Her back was slender and still smooth and muscled, even for her age. I watched the sway of her hips as she made her way to the pool's edge to look in. The heels she wore caused her muscled thighs to push high into her round backside. It was then that I remembered the other reason people had taken to calling her "Teardrop Tonya". "The water's, uh, pretty warm," I said to her. Mark's deck was spaciously built around his above ground pool, and furnished with a decorative patio table and umbrella, as well as four beach chairs, the kind that were adjustable for sitting or lying. There was a wooden privacy fence around the perimeter of his back yard. Tonya stepped over to the patio table briefly, kicking off her heels and setting her glass down before returning to gaze in the water. I took a large sip of liquor and set the rum on the patio table as well, then removed my tank top. I watched Tonya closely, my eyes drinking in her curvy tan body that almost glowed bronze in the afternoon sun. I built up enough courage to say, "Well, you did say you wanted to swim, didn't you?" Tonya glanced back over her shoulder at me, her black hair flipping around. She gave me a smug little smirk, which sent my heart sailing. I watched her slip her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and push them effortlessly off of her hips, never bothering to unfasten them. I was treated to the sight of her tiny black bikini bottom, which was wedged out of necessity of size up between her tight cheeks. Tonya, well aware that I was watching, slipped a finger in each side of the fabric over her ass and adjusted as much as she could before stepping out of the shorts. Tonya then took two steps toward the edge of the pool and dove into the water gracefully. I moved closer to the pool, watching her curvy tattooed figure glide along the bottom of the pool through the clear water. She surfaced with minimal sound on the other side, wiping her face and running her hands back through her dark silky hair. Tonya turned to face me, and my mouth almost fell open. Her left breast had slipped free of the small black bikini top and was half submerged in the water. The dark brown areola of her nipple was very large, complimentary to the size of her huge breast itself. I saw a glimmer from her nipple, and realized that it was pierced with a silver ring. It was no wonder I was able to see her nipples beneath every shirt she wore. Tonya followed my gaze to her exposed breast. "Dammit," she cursed. "This happens all the damn time." Tonya glanced back up to me. "The same thing happened at a water park several years back, with everyone's kids were staring at me." Tonya crossed her arms over her breasts, took hold of the bikini top, and pulled it over her head. Her ample bosom fell free to the water, its silver adornments gleaming from her stiff nipples. She tossed the wet bikini top in my direction to land on the deck. "Wow, w-what are you doing?" I asked her. I made a half turn, averting my gaze politely but awkwardly from her chest. "I ain't as shy as you are, honey," I heard her say. I stood motionless, my skin warm and flushed, but filled with a cold sensation of embarrassment. It felt like I had been in a microwave oven. I was unsure how to proceed. I knew Tonya obviously didn't mind my seeing her topless and though I didn't either, I was taken back by her boldness yet again. There was another wet sound on the deck. I looked down to see another black article of swim wear near my feet. My eyes shot over to the water to confirm my suspicion. Tonya was swimming gracefully across the pool, her sleek back arched and her bare teardrop shaped ass skimming the surface. All I could do was watch. Tonya rolled onto her back and waved herself gently along, her eyes shut and her almost golden tits glistening wet in the sun. Her hair fanned out around her head in the water like a bird spreading its wings. Her silver hoops shined like stars from her huge dark nipples. The stars below her left breast seemed to glitter and dance with the movements of her body. My gaze was eventually drawn to her pelvic region, where I saw her neatly manicured pubic hair between her thighs. All she had was a thin black strip that lead down to the hood at the top of her lips. Tonya opened her eyes and turned to look at me. "You coming in, or what?" She asked. I reached over and fetched my glass and took two gulps of rum, trying to fuel up my confidence. Though truthfully, it terrified me to enter the pool with this nude goddess. "Just enjoying the show," I said as smoothly as I could. Tonya smiled her smug smile. She motioned to my shorts and said, "Well, take those off and come be part of it." I drained the glass in my hand, the burn of the alcohol not quite as bad as before, though I could already feel my head floating. With a huge sigh, I untied my trunks and for the second time today, my shorts were around my ankles. With a glance to the fence I made sure the other houses didn't have a view of my hard cock sticking straight out from my body. No one could see, though. The neighboring houses were too far apart and Mark had mentioned how he and Debbie had done this several times before. I made my way to the ladder and eased into the warm water, trying not to stare at Tonya's naked tattooed form in the water. The water had a slight coolness to it, not quite as warm as I had thought. I fell gently into the pool and began to swim. My nude lower body felt so free and refreshed. I had never swam naked until now, but I immediately decided that I loved it. I dove under and skimmed along the bottom for a bit, my hard rod swaying beneath me. When I surfaced, I saw Tonya watching me at the edge of the pool, her arms hanging on the siding, and her full breasts spread nicely on her chest. I wanted to swim to her and crush her to my chest and kiss her, to further endulge my every fantasy. Standing in the pool, I had a thought then. Why didn't I? Why was I shy? This woman wouldn't turn me away or she wouldn't be swimming nude in the same pool with me. It's exactly what she wants! I slowly eased into a swim, guiding myself to the tall sultry vixen at the pool's edge. I was going for it. She seemed to know it, for she watched me with an amused but alluring expression. As I drew close, my gaze couldn't help but dance between her large dark eyes and the silver rings that hung from her beautiful breasts. I couldn't deny the horror I felt at making such a bold move, but I forced myself to her. I came to stand close to Tonya, who waited with anticipation. Swallowing the lump of nerves in my throat, I moved my skinny frame right up to hers, sliding my arms around her smooth curved back, even daring as much to explore her ample backside. She didn't draw away from me, but eased closer. I felt Tonya's cold breasts press into my chest, sending a snake like shiver down my spine. Her arms pulled me close, our faces inches apart and my protruding bare dick glanced off her hip and pressed flat between us. With our bodies now intimately entwined, my confidence now faltered. My breath caught in my throat. My chest felt pressure from both the water around me and Tonya's heavy jugs crushing against me. I was lost in the dark brown depths of her big eyes. I could make out the subtle hints of age around those eyes, that somehow only made them look sexier. Tonya gave a knowing smirk at my hesitance and brought her lips close to mine. I expected her to crash upon me with a wild kiss, but she merely closed her eyes and brushed her lips over mine. I could smell a faint hint of rum and smoke on her breath. My lips melted onto hers and I flushed warm at the feel of our embrace. Her tongue slipped inside my waiting lips and coaxed my own into a dance, a dance that she knew well. I didn't try to assert any sort of dominance of the kiss, letting Tonya take control. Her hand slipped down to grip my firm ass while the other slid up behind my neck. I don't know how long we kissed like that, but knew the whole time that I didn't want it to end. I explored her body freely with my arms and hands, guiding them along her smoothly sloped back up to her shoulder blades, or reaching deep to the lowest curve of her ass where it met her thigh and squeezing gently. I reveled at the feel of her smooth skin, even though I could feel that it wasn't as tight as it might have been years ago. Still, she had the elegant curves and firmness of a younger woman. Tonya broke our kiss and gazed into my eyes. She licked her teeth, attempting to suppress a sheepish little smile. This surprised me, for it was the first vulnerable emotion she had shown me. She slipped from the embrace and nodded slowly as she drifted away in the water. I instantly felt abandoned and yearned for her intimate company again. I knew she was teasing me and leading me on as much as she could. "Not bad, kid," she said approvingly. I couldn't fight my own smile. I watched as she found the ladder and ascended from the water. Water ran down the curve in the center of her back, through her shoulder blades and across her shapely bare ass. Her cheeks and her thighs wiggled slightly with each step she took on the deck. She half turned, and the side of her breast and the ringed nipple that capped it visible to me. It was as though she was beckoning to me silently. I took her invitation and followed her out of the pool to a set of beach chairs. Tonya laid herself on one and reclined back flat. As she did, her breasts eased apart to lie naturally near her arms. Her areolas had drawn up around her pierced nipples, that were standing stiff and pruned. I marveled at her glistening tan skin, and my eye caught the black strip of hair between her thighs. I almost felt embarrassed seeing her exposed crotch, even if I had imagined it in my fantasies a thousand times. I joined her as she lie wordless with her eyes shut, soaking in the sun's rays and their fading heat peacefully. I reclined my chair only slightly, turning my head to drink in the tattooed beauty beside me. My dick lay stiff, pointing up at me. Sitting there naked next to Tonya, drunk on rum and passion, my confidence was bolstered enough to speak with her again. "Tonya, can I ask you something?" I said. Without opening her eyes she replied, "You just did, didn't you?" I ignored the wise crack and continued, asking, "Why did you give me a blow job earlier? I mean, you just met me." Her eyes did open then as she turned to study me. "Does it matter?" I looked off at the pool. "Well, no... but yeah, it kinda does. That kind of stuff doesn't just happen to me. Now here you are... like... like this and...." Tonya gave me a little smile. " 'Seemed like you needed it. And you know something... maybe I did, too. I knew you wanted it. Every time you and your buddy are over here, I can see you boys watching me." I could feel myself blushing. "See, us girls are supposed to act like we don't know that you're staring," Tonya said, "but we know you do. That's how we all get our kicks." Tonya appeared to think for a minute, staring at the clear water in the pool. She absently toyed with the ring that pierced her left breast, a simple action that made my bare dick nod. "I guess I just got tired of that little game we play," Tonya said. "I'm kind of a sexual being, in case you ain't noticed. 'Been a while since I had me a good fix, and I'm a bit burnt out on the bar scene and drunk old geezers slobbering on me, or young college punks thinking they're just the greatest gift for me. You may not have much going for you in the way of charm, but at least you're honest." I could think of no words to say back to Tonya, so I simply nodded, trying not to stare too much at her naked tattooed body. "So," she said, closing her eyes again, "If you're done wonderin' why I decided to make your day, let me soak up a little sun before it's gone. And just know that your day ain't through yet." I looked over her voluptuous body, watching how her smooth art covered skin seemed to drink in the sun's rays and steal their color. "You sure you don't need lotion?" I dared to ask. Tonya cut her dark eyes over at me and said, "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you, hun?" I shook my head and smiled as she closed her eyes again and lay silent. For the longest time I watched her sunbathe. I studied the art on her arms, admiring the artist's attention to shading and details. The ink served to accentuate Tonya's skin and the curves of her body. At one point, I felt a craving, and went inside to pour myself another glass of rum. It didn't take me long to return to my private viewing beside Tonya's marvelous form. The woman was twice my age, but it somehow only added to her beauty, and I couldn't understand this. Teardrop Tonya Ch. 02 As I thought back, never had I gotten to just examine a beautiful naked woman before. The few girls I had been with definitely weren't as gorgeous as Tonya, and were simply straight down to business, wanting to fuck and be vulnerable for the shortest amount of time that they could. The sun drifted lower in the sky as I studied Tonya's every intimate feature, and the rum drifted lower in the glass in my hand as I did. My eyes grew heavy, and my head grew light and weary. I was asleep nude beside Tonya before I could stop myself. I awakened to stars and warm humid air. I blinked my eyes and stared at the clear dark water of the pool, gathering my bearing. I glanced over to find that Tonya wasn't beside me. My first thought was that I had dropped the ball and that she'd gone home, but scanning the deck I found her bikini and her heels were right where she left them. She couldn't have walked home naked. I rose and slid open the back door, aware of my bare flaccid dick wagging free between my legs. I stepped inside and spotted Tonya in the kitchen pouring herself another glass of rum. She glanced up and made some remark or greeting to me, but I barely heard her. I was staring in awe at what she was wearing. Tonya had a black and neon pink trimmed sheer baby doll nighty, split at the cups and flaring down to her waist. The see through mesh was so thin that it did little to hide the features of her breasts, her wide nipples and their hoops still plainly visible. The lingerie piece looked obviously too small for her, her ample C cup melons all but bursting from the smaller bra, and the tips of her nipples mashed against the thin sheer fabric. Tonya was also wearing the matching sheer thong panties, her black patch showing through the thin mesh as well. The straps that wound over her wide hips were pulling tight into her skin, apparently too small for her, too. Though Tonya looked absolutely sexy in the baby doll, a wave of fear swept through me. "Wh-where, uh... where did you get that?" I asked. Tonya stepped into the living room, and admired herself briefly. "You like it? It ain't my size but I love the colors and this mesh," she said, ignoring my question. "But where'd you get it?" I said again. Tonya put a hand on her curvy hip. "It's one 'a little miss Debbie-cake's naughty outfits. 'Found it hiding in one of her drawers." I almost fainted. "You gotta to put it back. She'll fucking flip if she found out you were here, or... or wearing that!" "What's 'amatter, hun?" She teased. Her hand slipped down to rub at the dark strip through Debbie's panties. "This not look good enough for ya'?" Tonya tossed her head back and gave a wicked laugh. It was the first time I had heard that laugh and it was just barely short of menacing. Watching her take a rather deep sip from the glass in her hand, I began to suspect that she was starting to get a bit drunk. She was walking slowly towards me, her luscious form like a cat stalking towards its prey. Tonya put her arm around me, my throbbing cock pressing against her thigh. I felt her heavy breasts rub my bare chest, silky smooth under the sheer bra that contained them. My eyes, however, were lost yet again in her dark and dangerous eyes. "You wanna have some fun again?" She purred, her lips barely not touching my own. Again I smelt the aroma of smoke and alcohol on her breath, which somehow was an aphrodisiac coming from Tonya. I thought we might kiss passionately again, but she teased me and retreated from my every attempt to close in. I decided maybe I should give her the answer she wanted. "Yeah, I do," I whispered. Tonya suddenly slapped my bare ass hard, stepping away and chuckling darkly. "Well, c'mon then, stud," Tonya said. " Let's go find some more stuff to try on." She was walking into the hall... towards the bedrooms. My trance was broken, I knew I had to try to stop her. "Tonya, we can't go back there...." I called after her as I hurried down the hall. "If they find out we were in their room-" "I ain't gonna tell if you don't," Tonya said. She pushed open the door to Mark and Debbie's master bedroom at the end of the dark hall. The light was on and I could tell Tonya had already been snooping around. Debbie's closet door was open wide at the far corner of the room, as well as her panty drawers at her dresser. Tonya made her way to the dresser, unclasping the hooks of the baby doll she was wearing and letting it fall to the floor. I watched her peel the matching panties off as well, slightly relieved that she took Debbie's things off but also disappointed as well. It had looked outstanding on her. "C'mon, Todd, do some prowling," Tonya said. Her sleek back was turned to me as she bent over Debbie's drawers, sifting through panties and other assorted intimates. When she bent over, I got a good look at her snatch between her legs and ass. "I-I dunno, this isn't a good idea," I told her. "I used to snoop around like this all the time when I was a little girl," Tonya muttered, ignoring me. I walked into the room glancing at the clock on Mark's nightstand. It was only eight thirty. I hadn't slept as long as I thought. I looked around Mark and Debbie's room. They had a huge canopy bed with sheer curtains flowing down to the floor. The room itself was pretty spacious, even with the large bed in the middle. Both Mark and Debbie had their own walk-in closets, one on each side of the bed near the corners of the room. Both doors stood open with the lights on. It appeared Tonya had been sniffing around in both already. "Ooh, look at these," I heard Tonya say, and I turned to find her holding up a pair of black panties, embellished with dark blue lace. They were simple and sexy, but it was something I wouldn't have thought Debbie would wear. Tonya wasted no time stepping in them and pulling them up her long legs. The panties fit snug against her groin, her smooth mound outlined nicely by the fabric. She watched my enthralled expression with a calm amused face as I let my gaze wander up and down her body. She turned around to show me how the thong split her tight teardrop ass. Tonya smiled back over her tattooed shoulder and wobbled her hips, giving her cheeks a little shake. I was aware of my nudity as my dick stood stiff, but I still felt as though we were trespassing. "We really shouldn't be in here," I said nervously. "I know," Tonya said, her eyes flashing. "Exciting ain't it? Don't worry, hun, I'm gonna put everything back the way it was...." Tonya reached down to rub the panties against her snatch with an sly grin and said, "Things just might be a little... wetter... when she finds them." She gave another wicked laugh before turning back to the drawers and snooping more. I stood licking my dry lips, still feeling nervous and worried. I couldn't resist her, though, I knew that. Honestly, I was turned on by Tonya strutting around in another woman's panties, especially since it was someone I knew. "Oh my!" Tonya said dramatically. "What have we here?" Tonya turned around, and there, in her fist, was a giant cock. It was a dildo the color of pale flesh, made to look as realistic as possible. It really looked like Tonya was holding an actual veiny erection in her hand. I was shocked that Debbie owned this cock or even used one, but what stunned me even more was the size of it. This thing was huge! It had to be about ten inches in length, and was extremely thick. Tonya stared at me, as entertained as I had ever seen her. I didn't know what to say. Debbie was a soft spoken, petite, sweet young girl that never cursed or did anything wrong. She was a really spiritual person, and rarely watched even the tamest of horror movies. Now, Tonya had found her secret. All ten flopping inches of it. "Looks like your buddy ain't giving her all she really wants," Tonya said with her tongue in her cheek. "Please, you gotta put that back," I pleaded, taking a few steps towards her. "Why?" She said. "I haven't even tried it out yet." My heart almost stopped as she lowered the giant fake cock to her crotch. Tonya rubbed at her pussy and gave me a little teasing moan. "Don't! Please... just... put it- " "Put it where, honey?" Tonya said cutting me off. She squatted, her legs wide open to display what was between them. In one hand she held the wobbling monstrous dildo, and with the other she peeled Debbie's panties aside. I could see her pussy, which was now blossoming like a flower, her lips puckered and split open. The sight of it gave me nervous chills. Tonya licked her fingers, fucking me with her dark eyes as she did. She rubbed her wet hand down her lips between her thighs. Before I could react in any way, Tonya had the head of the lifelike dick sliding up and down across her open lips. She reached up to clench one of her fleshy round breasts in her hand, pinching her dark nipple and toying with the hoop that pierced it. She was giving me a show, and I was petrified. The only part of me that moved was my twitching engorged dick. My breath came heavier as I watched her shove the head of the dildo inside her slick mound. "Fuck that's big," Tonya breathed. She moaned softly through closed lips. Tonya worked the thick rod in and out of her slowly, dramatically pursing her lips at me and winking. She worked the fingers of her other hand against the hood that covered her clit, shoving the monstrous cock up into her as far as it would go. "Don't you wish this was you?" Tonya purred, continuing to pleasure herself with Debbie's dildo. As I gawked at her, all I could manage to say was, "I... I w-wouldn't be near as big as...." Tonya slipped the fake cock from her with a swift motion, the huge dildo glistening with her juices, and flopped it on the bed. She stood and marched straight at me. "I don't care 'bout that, hun," Tonya told me. "I just want something inside me." Tonya was on me at once. Whereas earlier in the pool we kissed slow and passionately, this time was an onslaught I wasn't prepared for. She flung her arms around my head, her thick pierced breasts crushing into me, and kissed me. Her lips pressed firmly at first, then her tongue fought its way into my mouth, wrestling my own forcefully. I finally snapped out of my shock and threw my arms around her. I rubbed her back greedily before reaching down to clutch both of her firm ass cheeks. Our kiss broke, but it wasn't enough for me. I brushed her hair over her back and dove at her neck, licking and sucking at her smooth skin. Tonya was shoving me towards the bed. She flung aside the curtain sheets that hung from the canopy and shoved me in. I landed on the soft comforter facing up. Tonya immediately crawled up beside me, her heavy natural jugs hanging down from her chest and her silver nipple hoops twinkling. I let her take the lead, unsure what to do in the heat of the moment with a gorgeous predator climbing on top of me. However, she didn't climb onto my naked lap. Instead, she was inverting herself, throwing one leg over my head and positioning her own head above my throbbing cock. I had never participated in a sixty nine before. Yet here I was, with Tonya's wet cunt hovering inches over my face. I could smell her, and the fragrance was delicious. It was a floral aroma, sharp and refreshing, mixed with the natural naughty odor of pussy. Tonya's tits hung from her chest to rest on my stomach and pelvis below. For the second time today, I felt her hand squeeze the base of my cock before it was plunged into her hot moist mouth. My legs jerked as she swallowed me and swiftly went to work on my swollen dick. Her hand again crawled down to find my asshole and a lone finger crept in to rub at my prostate. I knew this feeling, and I also knew there was but one thing I could do now. I clutched her left ass cheek in my hand, and with my other reached over her right and pulled aside Debbie's lace panties. I saw her waiting lips before me, and plunged ahead. The taste filled my mouth and my nose as I lapped at the top of her slit near my chin, my nose all but buried in her pink opening. My only view consisted of the split of the bottom of Tonya's cunt, and her tight asshole between the peaks of her cheeks, which was barely hidden under the strap of Debbie's thong panties. I didn't know how well I was doing, but as she furiously swallowed my cock, Tonya moaned into me. She then began to rock her hips onto my face slightly, and my face was being smeared with her fluids. Drunk on her cunt and the feeling of my now thrusting dick in her throat, I tested my luck and copied Tonya. I let one of my fingers creep to her asshole and play with her outer ring before plunging it in to the knuckle. With the same hand I groped her ass cheek while I continued to eat her dripping snatch. After several minutes, Tonya climbed off of me, panting hard. She switched herself around, now straddling my crotch. I peered past her swaying pierced tits to where she took my slippery cock and guided it towards her pussy. My breath caught in my chest as my swollen head slipped easily into her, and my eyes met her piercing gaze. Her beautiful but messy black hair hung around both of our faces, and we watched each other's ecstatic expressions as Tonya slid herself down my cock to sit on my balls. Tonya gave a moan as she did, and she then placed her tattooed arms around my head, her breasts now smashing down on my upper chest. My every breath was now filled with the intoxicating aromas of her hair, her skin, and her quickening breath. Tonya had me locked in. She arched her back, her ass popping up as she slid her slick pussy to the tip of my dick. With a flick of her head, she whipped her black and blonde streaked hair onto her back, her chest rising. Those fleshy melons of hers were in my face now, and I wasted no time burying my pussy glazed mouth into them. Tonya was riding me skillfully, popping her teardrop ass up to my tip and plunging it back down to my balls, over and over. I had never been ridden this way. The sensation throughout the length of my dick was unbearable, her warm hole swallowing me completely and damn near spitting me out repeatedly. I kissed and sucked at her heavy breasts, careful to alternate between the pair. My lips found a nipple and the cold metal ring that pierced it. I took as much of her huge areola in my mouth and sucked at it, flicking the silver hoop with my tongue. Tonya let out a wordless cry of pleasure, increasing the speed of her rolling ass. I clutched her hips, holding on for dear life, biting hard at her fleshy tit and grunting loudly into her breasts. When at last I could bear it no more, Tonya knew it. The muscles in her cunt contracted, and my mind reeled from the incredible sensation. She curled her smooth tattooed arms tighter behind my head and crushed me into her bouncing rack. My cock burst inside her, spitting the first stream of seed into her. She felt it and crashed her ass down onto my balls, shoving me as deep as I could go. Without retreating up my dick, she ground her pussy against me, her black strip of hair brushing against me. She wasn't stopping. Tonya just continued to ride deep onto my pulsing dick as I shot my load into her. I screamed into her cleavage, biting down on one of her smooth jugs as I did. My hips bucked into her. My hands clawed her thighs. I was seeing spots. When at last I was empty. My body went limp beneath her. Tonya pushed herself up from my chest to sit straight on my throbbing dick. Her naturally drooping breasts rising and falling with the heaving of her breath. She swept her hair from her face and studied my lifeless body beneath her with those dark eyes. Her tattooed sleeves were sleek and glossy with sweat. Then she patted my stomach and said, "My turn, honey. Don't leave me hangin'." Tonya then climbed from my lap, my shiny reddened dick slipping from her cunt to flop back to my stomach. She then stood beside the canopy bed, reached and took my arm, and guided me up. I stood beside her, my legs feeling weak and rubbery. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, and I couldn't think straight, so I followed her lead again. Tonya then positioned herself on the bed on her hands and knees, her ass held high before me, and the flaming eagle above it glaring back at me. I had never maintained an erection after an orgasm before, but looking down I saw that my dick was still standing straight out, with just a dribble of cum on the tip. I placed a hand on Tonya's back, but before I could pull Debbie's lace panties aside, she was handing me something. In her hand was Debbie's giant dildo. "You're... you're gonna have to get... a lil' bit kinky to get me there," Tonya said between breaths. I reached over slowly and took the fake cock in my hand. It was soft on the outside, but hard through its center, like feeling my own dick. The only difference was that mine was nowhere near this big. My hand barely closed around it, and as I held the base of it, the dildo was so long that it fell to point its heavy tip straight at the floor. "Um, h-how?" I asked, unsure of what she wanted. Tonya shot a hungry glare over her tattooed shoulder. "Gimme double. Put that one in the other hole." I had what one might call stage fright. Only one girl had ever let me in her ass, and she hated it. Tonya wanted this monstrous thing that I held in my hand inside of her, and it belonged to Debbie! I started once to convince her not to use it, but this was just too hot. Tonya was getting a little impatient, for she spit in her palm and brought her hand around to lubricate her ass with it. I did the same, not wanting her to lose interest, spitting in my hand and rubbing the head of the huge cock with it. Taking a breath, I pulled Debbie's thong asside from her hole and guided the tip of the dildo towards her waiting ass. I pressed it gently against her hole. "Harder," was all Tonya said. I gripped my hands around Debbie's toy in an effort to keep it from bending and increased pressure. I saw the ring of her asshole slowly begin to stretch open around the dildo until the huge head suddenly popped right into her ass. Tonya let out a wail unlike I had ever heard. I saw the muscles in her legs and back tensing. I knew to be slow and let her adjust. I then noticed her hand rubbing furiously at the lips through her borrowed panties between her legs. Could that help her ignore the pain? Thinking quickly, I reached under her to pull aside Debbie's wet thong panties and directed the tip of my own throbbing dick towards her lips. Tonya's rubbing had caused a creamy trickle of my cum to ease from her slit. I had thought something like this would repulse me, but instead it turned me on even more. I pushed my bulging head through her lips, sliding easily inside. Tonya let out a low moan of ecstasy. I took Debbie's dildo again and pressed it further into Tonya's ass and stopped. I could actually feel this monstrous thing in her sphincter from the fleshy wall inside of her warm cunt. I pressed a little more and saw Tonya's hands claw into the comforter of Mark and Debbie's bed. She wasn't stopping me though, so I kept going. Finally, both my dick and the fake one above it were bottomed out inside of Tonya's holes. Tonya began to back her ass into my dick, and as she did, the fleshy lifelike dildo was jammed further into her ass by my stomach. I pumped slowly, and every time I drew back, Debbie's dildo tried to slide out from Tonya's stretched asshole. I could also feel something warm run out of her lips and down my cock and my sack. It was my cum, I realized. Debbie's black and blue laced panties must be a real covered mess by now. I shoved back in, my cock driving deep into her moist cunt, the dildo driving deeper still into her ass. Tonya was moaning loud, almost sounding like a long slow yell. She met my hips harder with her teardrop cheeks, flipping her black hair onto her arched back. Teardrop Tonya Ch. 02 Soon, I was slamming into Tonya, or more correctly, I was trying my hardest to keep up with her. She was popping her ass up and down and back against me, all the while careful enough not to rock Debbie's fake cock from her ass. I was so deep in her it felt like I was hurting her, and I could only imagine how her ass felt. If she was hurting, Tonya never showed it and never slowed down. She was now yelping and howling, her every labored breath a wordless cry of pleasure. The wet edge of her borrowed panties was rubbing the side of my cock numb. I soaked in the view completely. I watched her back roll and twist, the eagle on her lower back glaring up at me from above the split of Debbie's thong. I could make out the sides of Tonya's breasts as they wagged violently back and forth under her chest. Her shoulders stood high, her tattoo sleeved arms stiff beneath her. I watched the enormous dildo jam repeatedly into her ass with my every thrust, amazed that her stretched hole could handle the size of it. I distantly wondered how often Debbie played with it, and how she even could use something this big. Tonya's arms buckled and she was then face first on the bed, her ass up high still pounding against me. Her motions were now faster, more eager, and her screams grew louder and longer. I tried to accommodate her, looping my hands through the thong and grabbing her tight hips, jerking her back into me while grinding into her holes. I actually felt Tonya's pussy flush warm inside, and at first I thought it was simply friction. I realized that it was her juices I felt, and that she was in the middle of an intense orgasm. The girls I had been with would stop or slow down when they came, but it apparently made Tonya fuck harder. I was amazed a woman her age had such stamina and vitality. Just as I felt another orgasm building inside me, Tonya bounced hard against me and stopped. Her back rose and fell heavily with her breath. Her black hair was stringy with sweat and stuck to her cheek and her back. My cum was bottled up inside of me still. I'd been cutoff. I rubbed and squeezed at her sweaty ass cheeks, and I was about to start fucking Tonya again for a release when I had a thought. I pulled myself out of Tonya's sopping wet cunt and took hold of Debbie's dildo and slid it easily from her ass. Tossing it to the bed, I again pulled the thong aside and bravely placed my slick cock to her now wide open asshole and shoved it into her with ease. Tonya, giving me a chuckling moan of approval, pushed herself back up on her hands. Her asshole was not surprisingly loose, but still massaged my dick warmly. I felt my lost orgasm awaken with my cock buried in her ass. It felt so dirty and arousing. Tonya began to slam her ass cheeks into my hips again, staring me down from over her shoulder through her black strands of sweaty hair. I drove deep into her, my thrusts gaining speed and urgency. Letting out a growling scream, I exploded once more, drilling deep into Tonya's ass and firing shot after shot of my warm cum inside. I squeezed her teardrop ass, which Tonya then decided to work into a gentle rolling motion, smiling back at me wickedly while she kneaded my pumping cock with her asshole. When we had finished, we remained that way for quite some time. Tonya lay panting on the bed, her face to the side and her ass high, her long tan legs spread apart. I stood catching my breath, my dick throbbing in her tightening ass. A thick layer of sweat coated both of our exhausted bodies, causing Tonya's toned back to gleam under the light. My entire crotch felt filthy and used, wet with Tonya's fluids as well as my own. Tonya then crawled forward, and my dick was spit from her asshole to fall flaccid between my legs. She rolled to fall on her back on Mark and Debbie's now sweat covered bed. She was still wearing Debbie's soaked panties. Her eyes closed and I watched the rise and fall of her chest, causing subtle shakes of her heavy breasts. I crossed the room on weak legs, still breathing hard and flipped off the lights. I then crawled onto the bed beside of her, drawing up close to her warm sticky form. I laid my head down on her left breast, the ring that pierced her nipple cold against my cheek. I felt Tonya's arm fall around me. We laid that way for quite a while. Even after Tonya's breath developed a rhythmic pattern as she drifted into sleep, I laid awake. I was so dazed by all that had happened to me today. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought this would happen. I felt like a bomb had gone off in my brain. Once again, I felt a sense of vertigo, like I was falling from a dream. I had to glance around to make sure everything was real. But here we were, lying in my best friend's sweat soaked bed. Debbie's cum covered panties were around Tonya's waist as she slept, and her huge fake cock lay dirty and used on the comforter beside of us. Before drifting off on Tonya's chest, I could only wonder what the next day could possibly bring. Teardrop Tonya "What else, Todd?" Tonya asked. The beer and the honest casual talk was starting to make me feel more relaxed. "The kids on the block think you killed your last husband," I told her with a smirk. Tonya raised her nicely waxed eyebrows. Then, she said, "Well, I guess that one ain't far from true." I thought I hadn't heard her right. Tonya may have admitted to murder right in front of me. It made me nervous, but at the same time intrigued me. "So... you did... kill him?" Tonya stared at me coldly as she took a draw from her cigarette. "Harry was old. He had heart problems. One night we were having sex and it was too much for him. He killed over underneath me. Kinda weird having someone die inside you." I wasn't sure what to say back to her. "So you can tell 'em that one's true I guess, Todd," she said, shooting me an almost wicked smile. I wasn't sure if learning this about her was supposed to repulse me that an old man died while fucking her, or turn me on because she fucked a man to death. Either way, my cock was filling with blood and pressing against my swimming trunks. I couldn't let her see it, so I decided to keep her talking. "Okay," I began, "what about Carrie Ann Lewis?" Truthfully, I was curious about the woman Tonya supposedly beat. I could see an evil smile wanting to form on Tonya's face as she blew out a plume of smoke and stared into my nervous eyes. "What about her?" She prompted. I cleared my throat and said, "Did you really go to jail for beating her up?" Tonya finished her beer and began reaching for another one. "Two years for assault with a deadly weapon. 'Let out early. Apparently a four inch heel isn't something you should use to hit someone with." I gave a short laugh. "Why? What did she do?" " 'Called me a silicone stuffed slut right to my face," Tonya said with a look of disgust. "So I taught the jealous little bitch a lesson. Stupid mistake, but it did feel good." I thought for a moment, before saying, "She was jealous because you had implants?" Tonya gave me a long look. I saw one corner of her mouth turn to a smirk. I watched as she took one of her breasts in her hand, pulled it up, and squeezed it through her thin grey shirt. "There ain't no silicone in these girls, hun. They're all natural, home grown, and preservative free, sweetie. " All I could do was gawk as she played with her tit. My cock was pumping hard, and was already as straight and stiff as could be. I could definitely make out a nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. Tonya let her breast fall from her hand hand and she gave a little laugh. She again aimed those dark eyes towards mine. "These were a gift from Mama," she said. "Old woman might not have been good for nothing else 'cept passing on her fat rack to me. Helped out a lot when I used to bartend." I stared at the cleavage where her large tits pressed together, and before I knew what I was saying, I blurted out, "They do look amazing. " Tonya smiled and replied, "Honey, you ain't seen amazing yet. Remember that line about gold digging? You think that comes from talking sweet and giving guys the missionary position twice a week?" I was stunned, not sure what to say or what I even should say. My heart fluttered ice cold in my chest. Tonya leaned close. I could smell her cherry scent and the beer on her breath. I also noticed she made no attempt to shield my view from the wobbling beauties in her shirt. "Any man been with me? They don't wont nothing else, hun," Tonya purred. She leaned back, still studying me. I did my best to hide the throbbing boner in my shorts with my arms crossed in my lap. Tonya knew it was there, though. She put it there, and it was something that she loved to do. After a moment, Tonya said, "I'm betting you don't see a lot of tail, do you Todd?" "W-well, no not really, " I stammered. I felt cornered then, never sure what to say or how to act. Part of me felt like I should have left a long time ago, but she had me hooked. Tonya knew how to read me like a book and play me like a flute. Tonya smiled, running her tongue across her teeth. "How old are ya?" "Twenty three," I answered, nervous as hell. Tonya nodded, not taking her eyes from mine. Then, with another devious smile, she asked me, "Do you wanna have some real fun, Todd?" The hairs on my neck stood up. There was no playing dumb now. My mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. My legs felt weak, but what was in between them was pulsing strong. I felt my skin flush when I saw Tonya put out her cigarette in the ashtray and stand. She grabbed the arms of my chair and slid it to the side and out from the table. She went to a kneeling position before me. My mind was reeling as she reached over and untied my trunks and split the Velcro with a swift rip. I looked towards the street frantically. We were right on Tonya's front porch, and she was jerking my trunks out from under me and down to my ankles. The neighborhood was calm, but my dick was far from it as it flopped free and stood stiff and nodding in front of Tonya's face. The sexy smile that Tonya gave me was enthralling, licking her top lip and inching her face close to my member so that I could feel her hot breath on the head. One of her hands slid up my damp shirt to my flat stomach, while the other clamped around the base of my cock and squeezed hard. My dick turned red just before I saw Tonya stick out her tongue and run it up the tender shaft from her clenched fist to the bulbous head. When she reached the top, her dark eyes flashed as they met mine, before her mouth opened wide and took the meat into her mouth. I squirmed slightly as her wet mouth slid down my shaft, and as I exhaled my jaw quivered. I wasn't sure where I should put my hands, almost terrified to touch this woman, so I gripped the arms of the chair where they met the seat. As her warm mouth wet my dick, my eyes scanned the street nervously for signs of people. There were no cars, no pedestrians at the moment at all. I then let my gaze wander over Tonya's colorful tattooed arms. Tonya's head bobbed up and down slowly at first, making my cock slick with her spit. Then my hips bucked as her head dove down again, the flat of her tongue working hard over the tender flesh on the bottom of my dick. I could already feel the sting of an orgasm forming inside, and I had only been in her mouth for half a minute. Tonya worked her head a bit faster with a steady pace, her incredible tongue dancing under my rod with grace. Again my eyes scanned the road and the yards of the neighborhood, afraid that anyone might see us on Tonya's porch. I watched as her lips slid up my shaft to my swollen red tip, her tongue then beating on the sensitive head gently. She fixed her lustful gaze on me again, relaxing her fist and taking my dick with two fingers. Tonya dove back down, and I felt my dick pushing against her tonsils at the back of her mouth. I already wanted to scream, glancing nervously to the road again, when I felt Tonya's jaw droop and her throat relax. Her head pressed further until my cock slipped into her moist throat and her nose and forehead pressed into my stomach. I lost my bearing and my hands shot up to grab a wad of Tonya's wavy black hair and tried to pull her up. She moaned into my dick and bobbed further, swallowing all that she could of my hard shaft. My feet scuffed the porch erratically and my vision blurred as I felt my head about to burst in her throat. With a sudden movement, Tonya slid her head all the way off my dick just before I could come. A tumult of emotion swept over me then, as I felt disappointed and tricked that I didn't come, but also felt relieved and relaxed finally. A long, thick string of spit drooped from the head of my dick to Tonya's wet lips. She gave a wicked little laugh at me, reveling in my discomfort. My saliva covered cocked twitched and nodded, standing naked for any to see. But as I looked, I again saw no one around at all. Unless someone was watching from a window I couldn't see, we remained undiscovered for the moment. Tonya scooted a bit closer, with strings of saliva still hanging from her lips. She took her hand from my stomach and slid it under my thigh to grope my bare ass. With her other hand, she took the spit from her lips in her palm and rubbed it back on my dick. Tonya played with me like that for several minutes. Smiling that evil smile, she would jerk my lubricated cock until I was about to explode and stop. Then she would blow on my engorged tip and barely lick at it with the tip of her tongue. Tonya would then start to beat my dick again, and my eyes darted from the street to her tattooed arm and the muscles beneath the artwork dancing as she worked. I would catch glimpses of her breasts wagging in her shirt. The sight was enough to make me explode, but I was in Tonya's control. Then, I felt her hand grip my ass cheek, her thumb wandering into my crack. Tonya opened her mouth again and stuck my cock back inside. I felt her thumb exploring the ring of my asshole as she lapped her tongue over my rod in her warm mouth. She pressed further and her thumb popped into my ass and slid in up to her knuckle. I again grabbed her by the hair of the head and pulled feeling the burn in my dick once more. Tonya slid up to my head again and her dark eyes flicked to mine. I could almost see the smile in her eyes when she dove down on my shaft. I was scanning the street again when I felt my swollen head push down into her throat again. Tonya's thumb jiggled inside me, brushing my prostate as she simultaneously squeezed my cheek. My knees locked when I felt her tongue slide between her bottom lip and my skin and touched my scrotum. With her face pressed hard into my stomach and my cock buried in her throat, Tonya's tongue lapped at my sack greedily. I was done. Tonya knew it and slid back up my pulsing rod about halfway just before I gushed into her. My hands clawed in her black hair as my hips bucked into her head. She did her best to keep me in her mouth as I came, my dick firing burst after burst at the back of her throat. I looked down as I did, to find Tonya staring back at me, her lips glued around my cock. I felt a sensation in her mouth that made me jump more in the chair, her thumb jamming further into me. I realized she was licking at the tip of my surging head as I came. The sensitive skin seemed as though it received an electric shock with each lick. My mouth opened once and let out a loud yelp. When I had emptied my throbbing dick into Tonya's mouth, I relaxed back into the chair, immediately looking out to the road and the houses around us. No one was around, no cars were on the street. I jumped when Tonya slid her mouth all the way down my shaft again and sucked hard. I watched her work her mouth off my cock, leaving no trace of my cum behind. When my head eased from her lips, I saw Tonya purse her lips and let the seed drip from them and back onto my shiny meat. The cum ran down my throbbing member to my scrotum and between my thighs. My mind couldn't process it. What the hell was she doing? Tonya flashed me a sloppy smile before greedily retrieving my warm treat again, licking the cum first from my dick, then dropping down and taking my sack in her mouth and cleaning it. When she was finished there, she stooped to lick the milky trickle from between my balls and my thigh. I saw the movement of her throat when she swallowed as she came up and smirked at me. Tonya stood, and wiped her mouth before retrieving her pack of cigarettes from the little table, almost as though she had just completed any normal task. With my dick laying over limp, I became suddenly aware that my trunks were around my ankles. I quickly pulled them back to my waist, glancing nervously at the street, terrified that someone might have seen. There still was no sign of anyone that might have spotted us. I stood up, awkwardly adjusting my swimming trunks and my tank top. My dick was hot and sticky between my thighs. I looked at Tonya, who had lit a cigarette and was watching me with an amused expression. I started to say something, but couldn't think of anything that would sound sensible to say to her. I scratched the back of my head nervously, not sure what to do. Tonya wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger, her mesmerizing eyes watching me. She took a long draw of her cigarette, let out a huge smoke cloud, and gave me another evil smirk. "Thanks for helping me, Todd," Tonya said. She then simply stood waiting. "Uh... no-no problem, Miss, uh... Tonya," I managed to say. Feeling more than a bit uncomfortable, I turned and walked awkwardly off her porch and out into her yard. The whole thing seemed like a dream to me, as though it happened in a flash or didn't happen at all. But my empty pulsating cock was a remnant of the blow job that Tonya had just given me. I was halfway across the yard when I heard Tonya call out to me. "Hey Todd!" I turned back to face her, almost startled by her voice. "Yes?" Tonya stared across the street to Mark's house and appeared to be thinking for a moment. "I think I'm gonna take you up on your offer to swim in a little while," She said. "Maybe when the sun goes down a bit." I felt my skin flush and found myself both excited and nervous at the same time. All I could say was, "Y-yeah, sure! C'mon by."