Holly deftly unsnapped my pants and took my cock into her mouth. My wife had never liked sucking my cock and consequently she was never very good at it. This newly minted Holly was something altogether different. She licked the underside of my shaft and delicately sucked each of my testicles. She bathed my cock with her tongue and slowly pumped it with her hands until she was able to get it all into her mouth. There was no other sound but those coming from her mouth as she made slow deliberate love to my cock. When I grunted and put both of my hands on the back of her head. She didn't fight me or try to push my hands away, no, instead she opened wider and pushed forward until her chin could go no farther.
This Holly swallowed my semen. Initially, I grabbed the back of her head to make sure she didn't pull away. A month ago such a move would have started a horrific fight. But there in the van it was wholly unnecessary. I felt her throat and mouth muscles contract as she swallowed jet after jet of my pent up passion. I fucked her twice. Right there in the parking lot, I took my pleasure as she was bent over the back of the seat. Holly moaned and called out to Jesus as I plowed into her. When I came, I forgot the old Holly and didn't pull out. I didn't care if it 'made a mess'. No, I jammed my cock deep into her cunt and filled her. And when I wanted to do it again, I did. Without asking for permission and without additional seduction, I simply put her into the position and rammed my manhood home.
Finally, with the windows steamed I sat in the passenger seat and put my clothes back on. Holly sat motionless as I dressed. When I was finished and I began to leave, she asked "will I see you again?"
As I was leaving I nodded and told her "I guess, next week I suppose." She was still naked laying across the seat when I closed the door. The parking lot was deserted. I sat in my car and watched Holly move around inside the van. The van started and she pulled away. This Holly was a different person, maybe better than the old Holly. No matter what she was, sex with this slut was definitely the best sex I'd ever had.
The next morning, as I was getting ready for work the phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was Holly. I didn't pick it up. She called my cell at noon. I let it go to voicemail. I went home at the usual time. I made a ham sandwich and poured myself a beer and sat on the sofa. Before the news was over the doorbell rang. I let it ring several times before I answered. It was Holly. She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
"Hi, I tried to call but I guess you were busy. I thought we could, well, talk or something." Holly said slowly. She looked around me as if trying to see if anyone else was home.
"Come on in. I'm sorry, I just didn't want to talk." I told her as I turned away and went back to my spot on the sofa. Again, she started with a perfunctory apology. She added words like "really" to "I'm sorry" and "big" to "I made a mistake" I suppose all of this meant that her contrition was growing.
I didn't say much in return, hell, I didn't know what to say. So l listened to her prattle on about drinking too much and letting herself go too far with a fantasy. She said she was really sorry and would never do it again. After she said that she would do anything to make it up to me. I turned off the TV and told her that I wanted the same thing that she gave those black guys. Her smile came too quickly, suddenly I knew I was being played, but when she took my cock into her mouth I no longer cared.
I told Holly to take her clothes off. She got off the sofa and stood in front of me. Our eyes locked as she dropped her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties. Taking her shirt off revealed what I already knew. She also wasn't wearing a bra. I tapped the cushion beside me. Holly lay there, naked so I stood and bent over her. She had my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking on it loudly.
"Play with yourself. Make yourself wet." I told her. But the direction probably wasn't necessary. She rubbed her clit and dipped her fingers into her hole as if it were the most normal thing she had ever done. I grabbed the back of her head and held it so I could fuck her mouth. In a few moments I was coming. I didn't let her pull away, but found that she wasn't going anywhere. She gulped down my semen like a well trained slut. I backed up and looked down at her and for the first time asked a question about that night. "You said that you wanted them to knock you up. Are you pregnant?"
"No" she said without taking her eyes from mine.
"How can you be so sure?" I asked with a tinge of anger.
"That morning I put my diaphragm in. I was hoping that you and I were going to have sex..." Holly continued but I headed her off.
"So instead you have a gangbang with three of Jake's friends? That's fucked up."
Holly swallowed then slowly added, "That was a big mistake. I didn't plan it. I had been dancing and enjoying myself when I went into the kitchen for some tea. One of the guys said that he had something to go along with that and offered me a pint. I thought and wrongfully so, what the hell? I took a drink. The guy chided me on taking such a small drink and my pride got the best of me so I took a long gulp. One thing led to another and I ended up downstairs where the other three had more booze."
I cut her off by summing up the rest of her story "So you were already horny and then you got drunk with three horny black guys"
Holly bit her lower lip as she admitted that was what happened. She spread her legs and fingered herself as she described it "I went down stairs feeling pretty good. When I got to the bottom Darnell was heading up and nearly knocked me over. He was running up the stairs. When we both stood up I asked him what was the big rush; he looked at me kind of funny and said "there's no rush now."
He backed up and thanked me for a great party. I was feeling kind of naughty so I said that it wasn't great yet, but, getting there. The big guy said something about the way I danced. I told them that I liked dancing. Eventually one of the guys asked if I liked dancing close. I was feeling kind of playful so I said, 'is there any other way to dance?' We all laughed and I asked what they were doing. Kevin, the big guy, said they were having a quiet little party away from the noise and confusion. I told them that I thought that was a great idea. So he offered me a refreshment."
Holly closed her eyes and stuck two fingers into her pussy. With the fingers fully inserted, she used her thumb to massage her clitoris. Her eyes closed and she started to breath hard. Before she could climax I demanded that she finish her story.
"I took the drink. It tasted like fruit punch. I could barely tell there was any alcohol in it. I'm sure there was a lot, because right away I started getting warm all over. When I finished it, Kevin filled the cup and handed it back to me. I asked him if he was trying to get me drunk. He said that I knew what was in the cup. I couldn't argue and, yes, I drank it. We got to talking, they were pretty funny guys. We laughed and joked around, I'm sure they filled my cup more than a couple of times. Looking back it seems like it was a lot longer than it actually was, I suppose we must have drank a lot more than I realized. They talked about dancing and that the best dancing was dirty. When I asked what made dancing 'dirty' they said well of course touching made it dirty.
When I said that just touching someone doesn't make an act 'dirty' Darnell said that I haven't been touched right. He got behind me and put his arms around my waist. He pulled me tight against him and we swayed to the music. I started the day horny and now these guys were playing on it. When the music was done I told them that I didn't feel dirty. I wasn't lying, I was just plain horny."
I motioned for Holly to stand up in front of the couch. We kissed for a moment but she seemed to know what I wanted. She put her knees on the cushions and bent over. Spreading herself for me, she continued her story, "Darnell said that he could change that with a single touch. I bet him that he couldn't. Suddenly he touched me between my legs. I guess I didn't react fast enough because he didn't just touch me with his finger. He got down on his knees behind me. Before I even thought about what was going on I was bending over the pool table. He was licking me, a black man was putting his tongue in my private places. I was so bad; I was being licked by a black man and I was letting two other black men watch
him do it to me."
"What happened next?" I asked Holly as my thrusting gained in momentum. I needed to hear her side of the story. I wanted know just how much she had deluded herself.
"I laid over the table and let him give me one of the best orgasms I've ever had. Damn it was great. All I could think of was how nasty I was acting. Good women don't let black men lick them like that. After I came, Darnell bent me over the table and he took me. My God it was great. He put that black thing inside me." Holly stopped talking. She dropped her head and her pussy was suddenly a sodden mess.
"So you liked being fucked by Darnell?" I hissed.
"Yes"
"Why" I asked as my cock and balls were soaked with her juices.
"He is so big. He gave me exactly what I wanted." She said in a low whisper.
"What did you need?"
"Sin" Holly said through a long exhale. Then she continued, her speech was pressured but understandable. "I can be bad. I can do things that I want to do. Good, bad, wrong I can do them all. Those girls in the videos you and I used to watch. The ones with the big black men, I always wanted to be like them. They didn't give a damn is someone saw them. They didn't care is their parents knew what they were doing. And they liked what they were doing. Holly stopped rolling her hips. She spread her legs and looked back at me. I was still inside her; still getting drenched by her juices. She was obviously reliving her time with in the basement.
"They liked it. They all liked it." She said to me with glazed eyes. Her stomach contracted as she grunted and momentarily dropped toward the cushions. I held her up by putting my arms around her and not letting her fall.
"You seem to love it." I grunted.
Holly only cooed. Then she added "I did."
"That was it? You only fucked Darnell?" I asked as I pounded her harder. She was lying and willfully keeping information from me. My pace quickened as did the severity of my thrusts. She was so wet and loose that I wasn't getting the friction I needed to get off.
Suddenly, Holly collapsed onto couch. She quickly rolled onto her back. She had a mischievous glint in her. She ran her tongue over her top teeth and said, "fuck me like this. I want to look you in the eye."
I knelt down and once again buried myself easily in the sodden mess between her legs. It was amazing, truly amazing, when I first put my finger in her cunt it was wet but no more than any of her amorous nights with me. With her thoughts turned to that night, with those young black men, her body reacted as if they were here and she was pulling that train all over again.
Her ass was on the edge of the couch. I was kneeling in front of her driving in and out of her like a steel piston. Holly reached up to the backs of her knees and held her legs up. The room was filled with the wet sounds of our fucking. I didn't smell her perfume anymore, instead, I smelled the thick tang of her arousal.
Holly's eyes were slits as she looked up at me and began to speak. "Oh no." she said like a prayer. Then, after a short pause and a languid lick of her full red lips she continued, "Oh no. Darnell was great but he was too undisciplined. He could fuck. Oh boy could he fuck but he was all muscle and power. I did what he wanted because he was stronger than me. His cock was huge and he used it well, but when he was done, one of his friends wanted me.
He was thick and black. He didn't say anything kind. He knew what he wanted. Oh God, he knew what I wanted and damn, did he ever give it to me." Holly's eyes widened and for the first time while lying on her back she looked at me and seemed to see me, and not a silhouette of someone else. "He made me be the whore I am." Holly's pussy began to convulse. It tightened around my cock like a muscled fist.
"Then, do you know what happened" Holly asked. She sounded like she was using her last gasp of air. I knew what happened next. Holly fucked, no worshipped an obese black man and his huge black cock. But instead I just replied, "He had another friend?"
"Oh yes." She admitted. Then she admitted more, talking as if recounting a dream "He was so big. I was so bad letting him touch me. God, it was so hot seeing his big black hands on my body, my body. He touched me all over. I kissed him and loved his uncircumcised penis. It was so big and sweaty." With her right hand she let go of her leg and rubbed her clitoris. I could feel her fingers through the walls of her sex.
Her cunt was tightening around my cock. I didn't think I could make it through this onslaught, but I had to. I couldn't orgasm just yet, not until her story was complete. I steadied my pace and urged her to tell me more.
I kept a steady rhythm and Holly started to speak. It was more free association than any real story. She said, "He is so big and black. We looked so different. I didn't think he would fit inside me but he made it go. I came just looking at the contrast between us. But he's so big. At first I thought he was going to take it easy on me but that's not his way. His way made me. I accepted it and was glad. He fucked me so hard."
"Where did you fuck him?" I asked.
Holly focused her gaze on me and answered, "Downstairs over the back of the couch, but I kept falling over so he bent me over the side of the pool table."
"Was this before or after the party?"
Holly glibly admitted, "I could hear Jake's friends walking around upstairs. The music was still playing outside. You were upstairs somewhere. It was so hot knowing that all of those people were just a few feet away and yet..."
"And yet there you were fucking three of your son's friends down in the basement and loving every second of it." I finished for her.
Holly flashed me a languid smile. She was still rubbing her clitoris. "Thinking about that night makes you wet." I said pointing out the obvious.
"It was incredible." Holly said huskily then I felt two of her fingers invade her pussy. There was plenty of space. In fact her pussy seemed to expand with the added intrusion. She was looser with my cock sliding under her fingers than before she inserted them.
All of this was so new. Her fingers were too much, I screamed "oh fuck" and came inside her. As I was still coming Holly's fingers came out of her hole and she vigorously rubbed herself to a convulsing climax.
Once we were finished, I picked up our clothes. She stayed on the couch. Semen leaked out of her gaping cunt onto the carpet. The old Holly always needed a tissue so she could scrub my semen off her skin. A fight would ensue if any got on the furniture. This slutty doppelganger didn't need a tissue. She laid there on the couch in a silent revelry. Her grin didn't fade even when the semen began to drip and plop onto the floor. I sat bare assed on the recliner and faced her as I dressed. She didn't move until I pulled my pants up and buckled my belt. When I stood up and began to pull my shirt over my head, Holly suddenly jumped up to dress.
Holly stayed for a couple of hours and we micro waved some leftover Chinese. At the kitchen table, when she tried to hold my hand I pulled it back and said, "it's late and we both have to work tomorrow. I think you should go." Holly slowly nodded her agreement and without further preamble grabbed the few things she had requested; a bra, some skirts for work and a few pieces of jewelry and headed for the door. I offered to help her to her car but she just kept walking and didn't answer my questions. I watched her put the things on the passenger seat and get in behind the wheel. "Do you want to see me tomorrow?" was the only thing she said. I nodded and told her yes. Tomorrow turned out to be every day for five straight days.
Each day started the same way. She came through the door, and no more than got into the living room when she was on her knees sucking and licking my cock. She acted like she needed it more than her last meal. For the first couple of days she automatically started with a recounting of her infidelity. How naughty she had been and that she needed to make it up to me. But her narrative changed over the last three days. She didn't mention the party or her sexual transgression. Instead she was quiet and when she did speak she said she loved to fuck and that she wanted me to masturbate inside her.
By the end of the fifth day I was anxious to get out of work and go home. That night was no
disappointment. Holly knocked on the door at exactly six thirty. I opened the door slowly. It was raining. She was in a long tan raincoat that was tied at the waist. She was wearing tan pumps and a gorgeous smile.
Holly walked into the house and right past the foyer closet where we hung the coats. I watched her walk into the living room and drop the coat onto the floor. She was completely naked. Her shapely, tone legs were utterly smooth. She had obviously just gotten a manicure and pedicure. Her heels made her perfect ass jut up at just the right height. Her pubic hair was thin and trimmed to a small patch on her mound. Her hair fell lightly on her shoulders. Her mascara, lipstick and foundation were light but perfect. I've never seen her eyes quite so blue. I felt like I was looking at a different woman. How, over all of these years, could I have not noticed such a slender, perfect body?
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