We had debated on doing our recon in the dark. However, only one of us had the cat vision ability. Since our target was a gang of mutants, most of their powers unknown, the lack of visibility could actually put us at a disadvantage instead.
There were less than two dozen houses on this loop, some of them on an offshoot court with its own cul-de-sac. New Hampshire Avenue was immediately to our east. To the north and south were churches facing the main road with large parking lots surrounding them. And to the west was a public park with an open field. We were able to spot movement easily from the safety of the backyards in the neighborhood. Most of the houses weren't even twenty feet apart.
In the center of the cul-de-sac, which was really a very small loop, was a section of green space with a few large trees. I leaned against one of them as Jada made her way to my position. There was no sense standing out on the open pavement for a lengthy discussion. Even the parked cars leftover from the previous society did little to conceal us with light of the rising moon, should someone be looking in our direction.
In the shadow of the trees we were nearly invisible if we stood still. That made it impossible for me to see Jada's expression. So, she took me quite by surprise when she grabbed the sides of my face and planted a wet kiss on my mouth with her full lips.
I nearly fell from the impact but recovered quickly to return the kiss as passionately as I could. She had a fire burning in her that was hard to keep up with. I knew that I was in for something special. She never laid one on me like that then walked away.
One of her strong dark legs wrapped around mine up high, tugging my groin into hers. A hand landed on my ass cheek to support the confining effort. We stayed like that for a while, our lips smearing across each other's, tongue struggling for dominance, as she occasionally thrust into me.
Finally retreating for air, she asked, "Do you remember our conversation before we were attacked?"
"Yes," I replied hesitantly. Key points were standing out in my mind. Some of them enticing, others a bit scary. "Vaguely," I added. Let her remind me of the things that most interested her.
"I found a suitable stick," she said as she reached around to pull it from her pocket. It almost looked like driftwood it was so pale and smooth. Less than twelve inches long, but it was at least two inches thick! Was this for real?
"Oh, dear lord," I replied, my asshole clinching from the thought of that lumber prying itself into me. I knew that it was her anus that would be the target, but mine couldn’t help but sympathize.
Jada laughed then, a very beautiful sight these days. Seeing her happy made my heart grow. It even felt bigger inside my chest. Then she tossed the scary piece of wood to the ground.
"I'm just joking," she told me between simple, quick pecks to my lips. "You can use your thumb. You're alright with that? You weren't serious about needing a condom to enter my bunghole, were you?"
"Uh, no?" I replied, sounding way too much like a question to be convincing.
"Mason," she whispered, but like my reply came as a shock to her. "I guess you could put your big ole one-eyed willy up there instead and use your thumb for my pussy."
"Oh," I answered. I forgot about that option. Was it any better? "How deep would it go?"
"As deep as you can shove it, big boy," she answered with a firm thrust of her groin. Then she pulled away and reached for the waistband of my shorts. "Are you hard yet? Or am I scaring the little fellow?"
"Well, which is it?" I asked in my defense. My pecker was actually a little scared, but she didn’t need to know that. "A little fellow or a big ole one-eyed willy?"
"Haha," Jada laughed genuinely.
Considering all that was going on, my mind tingled, telling me that this might just be a dream instead of reality. Am I stuck in a dream inside a dream? Like some hard to follow motion-picture? That line of thinking didn't help my erection any. Though admirably thick, my penis was a bit limp in her hand. Somewhat excited but confused.
"Should I suck it, stroke it, or beat it against my face?" she asked.
"What the fuck?" was my only reply. Did she just ask me that? Was she there when I beat my cock on Celeste's mouth and face? No, wait, that was my imagination. Or was it a dream? Or is all of this a dream? I was fairly confident that I had returned to reality, but after all the shit my mind had gone through, I could certainly be wrong.
Then Jada's hands squeezed the base of my shaft as she dropped to her knees. My penis enlarged from the restriction. Not firm but pointing in the right direction. When her tongue darted out and across the head, I no longer cared whether it was a dream. Before me was the most gorgeous black woman that I had ever known. Eager to get me hard. Demanding sex from me.
Her braids were not as tight as they had once been. The reddish coloring had faded in places and no longer formed a straight line around her head. She appeared to be completely free of make-up, and her face showed more signs of stressful aging than when we first met. But she was still damn lovely in the moonlight that filtered through the slightly swaying branches and leaves.
I knew that her personality contributed mightily toward my opinion of her. She was crazy sexy when we first met. But not only have we had sex a few times since then, I also knew her mind and heart, and her soul. There was no doubt that she was more beautiful to me now than ever before.
Especially down on her knees licking my rooster’s head.
Then her mouth swallowed my tip and slid quickly down until it struck her hand. She sucked and licked me with each additional thrust of her mouth. Every other single thought fled from my brain. There was only the sensation of my ebony lover servicing me.
When one thrust had me striking the back of her throat she stopped. "Damn," she said. "That was fast. Were you enjoying that?"
I just stared at her, no words escaping my lips. She held my undivided attention as she rose up, a smile plastered across her proud face. Then she swiftly pulled off her workout shorts and panties. It was too dark to make out details, but my memory filled in for me. Only the muscular shape of her calves, thighs and hips were illuminated by the moon.
Jada bent over before me and waited. I knew her perfect round, firm ass, inch by inch. Her brown pussy like a split bun needing a sausage. I couldn't see it, but I knew that she was as pink as any of the others between those beefy lips of hers. I was mesmerized.
"Come on, Mason," she pleaded, smacking her ass cheek.
"Um, what am I doing here?" I asked.
Her asshole was in the shadow of her prefect cheeks, but I remembered what it looked like. A notably appealing chocolate starfish. Could I really get my boner inside there?
I heard laughter in her voice when she answered. "Put it in my pussy," she finally said like I was being stupid. So, I pressed my engorged head into the slit. "For now," she then added.
One task at a time, please, I said to myself. I focused on working my way into her vagina. She was unbearably tight, but very wet. She apparently hadn't had anything in there since our last time together. That made the painful entry more enjoyable. It wasn't long until I had my pelvis and balls right up against her.
Jada threw her body back into mine. She wanted some heavy thrusting out of me. She liked it rougher than the other girls. In a way, that made her special to me. Even though I was never really into the rough stuff before I met her.
I grabbed her by the hips and delivered what she ordered. We both started grunting loudly. I imagined my bad girl chained to a stockade in the middle of town square, being punished for sinful desires. And the town watched on as I drilled her, giving her exactly what she wanted as part of her punishment. It was a sick fantasy that I had never before experienced. Once again, I wondered if it all might be a dream.
"Pull it out," she then said. It took a couple repetitions before it registered with my brain. I was well along the road to exquisite release. But I got my body under control and pulled out as she requested.
"Now, put in your thumb," she told me urgently.
"In where?"
"My cunt hole!" she said like I was an idiot. How was I to know what she wanted? "Get your thumb soaking wet in my pussy," she then explained with less annoyance. "Then spit on my asshole before you shove your thumb in. And be gentle, please. I haven't been assfucked for a very, very long time."
"You want me to spit on you?"
"Just my asshole, Mason," she said firmly. "You ever spit on my face or my tits and I will rip your cock off with my teeth!"
"Okay," I replied before placing a large drop of saliva in her crack. I missed the hole but used my wet thumb to push the liquid to the desired location. I didn't wait for more instructions. I could tell that she was growing impatient with me, and both of us could lose our intensity soon if I didn't give her body what it needed.
"Fuck," she muttered when I pushed my thumb in to the first knuckle. I imagined her puckered asshole in the dark expanding to let me in. It went smoother than I had expected.
"Is it okay?" I asked before going any farther.
"Yes!" Jada grunted at me as she reached back with one hand to check on progress. "Now stop being a pussy and shove it all the way in!"
Well, I didn't want to get the reputation of being a pussy, so I pushed it in real good.
"Fuck, yes!" she groaned. Then she reached back between her legs to grab my bouncing boner. I was still incredibly stiff. She guided me back to the soft velvety entrance to her vagina, and I slid in easily.
It was slightly tighter than just a moment ago. I could actually feel my thumb pressing against the top of my shaft. I moved it around a little to experiment. To my surprise, Jada did not say another word.
Without additional instructions I decided to continue with what felt right to me. I slowed my thrusting and kept my thumb inside her ass. I wasn't comfortable with pulling it out until this experiment was completely over.
It wasn’t long until I felt her orgasm coming on strong. Her legs were shaking first, then her whole body. Her coochie gripped my rod in spasms, almost like it was sucking on me. And her asshole tensed up tightly around my thumb. It was almost painful.
"Stop!" she finally screamed, her body still in convulsions. "Fuck, Mason! Stop moving!"
Between my movement in and out of her tight wet love box, the incredible view before me, and witnessing her intense orgasm, I was ready to climax myself.
"I need to pull it out," I told her.
"Not yet!" she begged. I wasn’t sure if she understood which part of my body needed to be immediately removed from the pulsing flesh traps on hers.
"I'm going to cum," I said then, clinching the muscles in my legs to prevent the release of my seed into her vagina.
"Okay, okay," she then replied, reason overruling her discomfort. "Put it in my ass!"
"What?"
"Pull your thumb out of my ass, then put the tip of your cock in! I want to feel your ejaculation inside me, but I don't want to risk getting pregnant."
I paused, which was dangerous, because my balls were screaming to release my load. I was momentarily bewildered.
"Cum in my ass, Mason!" she then yelled.
I did exactly as I was told. I popped my thumb out. It actually made a popping noise that shocked me for a second. I tried not to think about its condition but made a mental note not to use that hand to brush my hair out of my face. Then I forced my tip into her anus. It didn't go far before meeting fierce resistance.
Jada screamed out, and somehow that made things even better. I pushed into her in the tiniest of thrusts, afraid of falling out. In the dark I couldn't tell exactly how things went, but my orgasm was incredible. I screamed out, too. And that was very rare for me.
Jada was gasping and laughing at the same time as I came back down from my climax. My manhood slid out of her rear entry with minimum effort. In fact, it felt like her puckered back door pushed me out angrily. You need to leave, it indicated like I had entered the wrong way. If she were something like a secretary, similar to Riley, I would say that I had just used her outbox for an inbox.
Jada slowly raised up as she turned around, then grabbed my face once again to kiss me on the lips. I placed one arm around her, keeping the one with the stinky thumb off to the side. I hadn’t sniffed it, but my mind told me that I should just make that assumption.
Then a voice came through on my phone. It was Bianka. "Are you two done? If so, maybe you could go back to the house now. Please. I'm having trouble focusing on my job."
We both laughed. I was surprised when Jada took the phone from my belt to reply to her.
"Have you ever been assfucked, Bianka?" she asked with a wicked grin.
I didn't expect an answer. And we didn't receive one quickly. It was after a long pause that Bianka finally whispered into the phone, "Not yet."
CHAPTER NINETEEN:
No one said a thing back at the house. Obviously, Bianka did not reveal anything about my passionate back shot love session with Jada the night before. I wasn’t sure if she was even close enough to the scene of the crime to know about the butt play. However, Jada's unusually happy disposition warranted some curious looks. I could see immediately that Alexa figured it out on her own, which was to be expected given her special ability.
"You must have really done something special for her last night," Alexa whispered to me as we walked side by side through the cul-de-sac where the activity had played out. I even spotted the stick that Jada had jokingly requested to have shoved up her butt.
I didn't bother to reply, but my ornery grin would have given me away even if she couldn't sense my emotions. She took my hand showing her approval, or at least a lack of the opposite. Though Jada was never formally classified as a wife of mine, Alexa had given the go-ahead for sexual relations with her long before the others. I believed that Jada making only seldom use of my services kept her in my wife’s favor.
As I walked, I began to wonder if what Jada requested was secretly a desire of all women. Would Alexa like a thumb up her butt during sex? Or would she more likely ask me what the hell that I was doing? More likely the latter. I might even get smacked if I tried it before gaining consent.
What about Riley? I imagined placing a digit in her bunghole would cause a surprise, but she would likely roll with it. Even if it did not bring her additional pleasure. Then she would ask me afterwards if she should stick her thumb in my butt on the next go around. She was eager to please and would receive or dish out whatever new thing that I'd introduce. Within limits, probably. To this point I had not been one to push those limits.
I was pretty sure that Stella would not be into it. Bless her heart, she was trying so hard. Too hard, even. Sometimes it felt like her love making was forced. Not that she didn't love me or want to please me. She most assuredly did. It was more like she was trying to keep up with the others. She wanted to provide for me everything that they did, and learn to be just as good at it, too. She didn't realize that her innocence and inexperience was one her sexiest attributes.
What about Jamila or Camilla? Yeah, I probably wouldn't have to suggest it more than once to either of them. But I didn't know for sure. Maybe only certain women were into it. Perhaps body physics and chemistry were a factor. I decided to myself not to try it with anyone else unless they asked. I firmly believed that a guy shouldn't just go around prodding where he wasn't invited. I just made that rule up, but it sounded like a good one to me.
On a more serious note, Jada had lost her dogs and her zombies in the attack by Mister Skull's gang. But she didn't lose her ability to effect animals. Every dog, rabbit, and squirrel that we encountered along the way showed her respect and left us alone. Even if they appeared to be rabid. Since stealth was important on this mission, she didn't bother to adopt any of them.
We had left Stella behind with the slumbering Bianka. While standing guard over her protective friend she would be fine. As long as she had a pistol and a full clip, she could take down a full squadron by herself if she could keep from getting shot. Surely the blonde
lesbian would wake during any gunfire to assist in their defense. I had no worries about leaving them behind. The house was secure, and we left no visible clues to our occupation that might invite a curious mind. The two of them were planning to join us in a few hours.
We made our way cautiously from house to house. The territory was quite familiar to us by now. Many of these homes we cleared of threats just a few days ago. Not surprisingly, we encountered nothing new.
We didn't notice any people until we were within visual range of our old compound. One man was spotted with a rifle as he walked along the outside of the fence, not paying much attention to what might be creeping up on him. A few others could be seen beyond the safety of that barrier, talking among themselves casually.
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