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 Eglin City Stories - The Horny Housewives Of Mysteria Lane 02 p1



   She sat on the couch and listened.  In the distance Lea Colby could hear
someone mowing a lawn, a car going by and the sound of someone whistling as
they went by.  The house itself was silent.  She was the only one in so it
should be silent.  Silent and peaceful.  Paul and David, her two sons were
off at college and she wouldn't see them for a few weeks.  With the
inevitable load of washing, she thought.  Well, she wouldn't let them
become like their shit of a father.  Tom was gone and was not coming back.
She looked down at the coffee table took in the framed document that lay on
it.  The very bit of paper that decreed she and Tom were no longer married.
He could do what he wanted now.  She had the house, half the bank accounts
and a new car sitting in the driveway.  There was no way she was using the
old one, not after knowing what had happened in that one.  That car had
gone and a nice, shiny and untainted new car was sitting there.

   Lea picked up the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass.  She raised
it and nodded to the framed document.  Smiling, she took a sip.  Here's to
you, idiot, she thought.  Hope it gets something nasty and falls off. 
She'd won everything in the divorce.  There was nothing he could say.  Not
when the video was played.  Tom might have thought with his balls but there
was no way he'd want that weird shit played in court.  A grown man in a
diaper was bad enough but throw in what he was sucking on and he was
signing whatever the hell she put in front of him.  But Lea wasn't a bad
person.  She did leave him with enough for cab fare and a plane ticket. 
Then she gathered up all his clothes and dumped them in the yard then had a
glass of wine as she watched them burn.  Lea smiled as she thought of the
lightness she felt as she threw on the wedding pictures and everything he
owned that she refused to have in the house.  But that wasn't the only bit
of revenge she had.  She watched his face as she waved him off after
telling him the one truth she'd been keeping from him.  She remembered the
look of disbelief as the cab pulled away.  Suck on that one, shit for
brains, she remembered thinking as the cab disappeared from view.  Now it
was just her.  The house was hers, the bank accounts, all of it.  She had
no need for anyone.  Not now.





   *



   The sun was streaming through the morning light as she lay in the bed.
Lea sighed and got up, showered and made breakfast.  She ate at the table
and washed up her plate and cup and glass.  Life had changed.  Everything
was singles now.  Sure she would spent time with her friends but she found
herself looking at them differently.  There was Sarah who could make a
crisis out of any drama.  There was Abbie.  Lea wondered why she had never
noticed how self-centred and selfish and just plain shallow Abbie was.  And
then there was Breanne.  There was always something about Breanne that
seemed off.  She needed to dominate everything around her.  She seemed to
need to be in charge.  Even their little social meetings would be planned
around Breanne's diary and it would be Breanne who would dictate who
brought what.

   And then there was the talk.  Had it always been so banal and so
unimportant?  The phone rang and Lea picked it up.  "Hello?"

   "Honey, it's Breanne." the voice said.  "You know that darling carrot
cake you make?  Could you make one for out meeting on thursday?"

   Lea quietly sighed inside.  "Sure, Bre." she said.

   "Wonderful!" Breanne cheered.  "See you later."

   Lea looked at the phone as the line went dead.  She'd forgotten about
that one.  Another meeting of the `girls'.

   "Fuck." she said.



   *





   Lea had arrived back with the ingredients for the cake when she saw the
van parked outside the other house.  New neighbours, she noted.  Hope their
better than the last one, she thought.  The removal men were black and she
watched for a few seconds as they heaved and pulled cases into the house.
It had been empty for six months now.  The line the agent was using was it
was a tough market right now.  Lea knew the truth though.  That house would
have been a tough sell in a boom market.  After all, who would want to live
in a place were `that' happened.

   She'd managed to talk to them a bit.  A man and his son, also black. 
She felt an unease at that thought and quickly put it away.  Stupid
thought, she scolded herself.  A few hours later and she had the cakes
ready.  One for Breanne and one for the new neighbours.  The one for
Breanne was a close to perfect as she could get it.  The woman would
probably still find something to mention about `improving' it thought. 
Stuck-up bitch, Lea thought.  That was the problem with Breanne Van
Helinger.  She was a snob.  She couldn't help pushing her so-called
`status' into everyone else's face.  Lea had learned that two minutes after
moving in.  Breanne had offered to give her the number of her very own
personal room designer!

   She'd learned to live with Breanne in time and had even found some - but
not all - the advice she gave was helpful.  That said, Lea still felt she
was being talked to like she was kid.  Even after Tom had left she found
Breanne taking charge.  The divorce had been quick.  It was no contest
after Breanne had producd the video of Tom and that blonde bitch doing it.

   It had been Brea who made her watch through the tears and anger.  She
could still hear the laughter as she watched her husband's ass thrusting
forward.  The slut was gone now.  And Lea didn't regret a second of her
involvement.  The slut took Tome so the slut, and Tom, had to go.  One look
at the tape and Tom gave her whatever she wanted.  The house, the bank
accounts, all of it.  She took it all after throwing that piece of shit out
with only the clothes on his back.  Breanne had organised the ceremonial
burning of the rest of his stuff in the backyard.  Her and Breanne and
Sarah and Abbie.  Together.  That's when Lea found out just how vicious and
evil that blonde slut was.  That was when the plan had been started.  Their
revenge.....

   Lea made herself up and headed over to the new neighbours.  She pressd
the bell and waited.  The door opened and she found herself looking on the
young handsome face of the young man.  "Hello," she beamed, pushing the
cake towards him.  "Just a little welcome gift."

   "DAD!" the young man called back taking the cake.

   "Well, hi." a deep voice said and the older man turned around the bottom
of the stairs.  "Where's your manners, Brian?" he smiled, taking the cake
from the younger man.  "Come on in."

   She stepped into the house and saw the boxes were barely opened.  She
glanced towards the kitchen and could remember the scene there.

   "Forgive the mess." the older man smiled, putting the cake down on a box
and began clearing some of the chairs for them.  "My name's Alan," he
continued.  "Alan Gould.  This," He pointed at the younger male.  "Is my
son, Brian."

   "Lea," she smiled, taking his hand and shaking it.  He had a strong
grip. "Lea Colby, from three doors up."

   "Pleasure to meet you," Alan nodded and Lea noticed he hadn't let her
hand go.  She smiled at him.

   Her arrival had sparked the rest into action.  Abbie then Sarah, who
brought Jenny, had arrived.  Breanne appeared last and seemed to be a bit
put out at finding the rest of them there before her.  She watched the
other women fuss around him and noticed the glances between Jenny and the
Alan's son, Brian.  After ten minutes she realised the two teenagers had
disappeared.  Lea smiled, remembering what it was like to be young.  A
couple of hours later Breanne had declared that the women should leave. 
Lea followed them out and saw the parting glances back to the tall black
man.  I saw him first, she thought saying her goodbyes.  That night she did
something she hadn't done something in a while.  Lea parted her legs and
gently fingered herself to sleep.....



   *



   Life went on in the Lane.  The girls had their little poker game and
spread their usual chit-chat and gossip.  Jenny started going out with
Brian and she watched as the young couple would leave with a wave and
smile. Lea watched them closely and noticed the body language.  They were
close.  Very close.  It wasn't just holding hands, either.  Jenny seemed to
wrap herself around the young black man when the door was closed and they
thought they were alone.  Their kisses were deep and intense.  Lea saw
Jenny grip his buttocks and squeeze them tightly.  Oh, yeah, she thought.
They were very, very close.

   Lea could remember a time like that with Tom.  She smiled as she
remembered what they got up too.  Although there was that on occasion when
she thought she might have been pregnant.  She wasn't, thankfully.  Her
mother would have killed her.  And looking at Brian Lea could see why Jenny
was acting that way.  He was a handsome young man.  Hell, if she was
Jenny's age she would have been doing the same thing.  It was on one of
those occasions when she saw a window at Sarah's house.  The curtain moved.
Just Sarah being a mother.

   Life went on.  Alan seemed to have a flirty way with him and was always
happy to help.  Brian would help out with garden chores and she saw Abbie
taking particular advantage of him.  Abbie always was lazy.  Why do a job
when some other body could do it.  Alan and Brian would help with the more
heavy stuff, they'd help with the shopping, and any repairs the houses
needed.  Alan seemed to know someone who could do jobs he couldn't.  The
Lane saw an regular traffic of black men passing though it now, either to
see Alan or Brian or fix a problem in the houses.

   Life went on.  But it seemed to change as well.  Lea found herself
biting her lip as she watched Jenny kissing and fondling Brian.  She saw
the young black man drive the young blonde teenager off and Lea found
herself wishing it was her.  The poker games were taking place more at the
other houses than Sarah's.  The reason was becoming obvious.  Sarah was
downing a bottle of wine each time.  She saw the look on Sarah's face as
Jenny would leave.  Sarah wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.  The woman
was jealous of her own daughter!

   It wasn't just Sarah.  Abbie was also acting strange.  Lea had first
seen it when she was looking out at the Lane and saw a shadowy figure
running across the room from Abbie's house.  Lea thought about calling the
police but decided to check things first.  She grabbed her keys and took
the long heavy flashlight.  She could use it as a weapon.  Lea quietly left
the house and crept down towards the Gould house where the figure had ran
to.  As she approached she saw the person crouching at a window and stopped
as the light from inside lit up the person's face.  Abbie!  Lea was almost
going to call over when she heard a car coming.  She ran round to the front
of the house and saw Abbie tearing away from the window.  She seemed to be
muttering and swearing under her breath.  What was she doing there, Lea
wondered and thought maybe Abbie had seen someone already and was rushing
to call the police.  Lea would watch the place until they came in that
case. Maybe even get to swing her make-shift club at them.  She sneaked
round to where Abbie had been crouching and peered in.

   Lea gasped as she saw the tight, firm black ass rising up and down
between the smooth white thighs.  Was that....

   It was!  She saw the blonde hair then the female face gasp in
delight....

   She was watching Brian fucking young Jenny.  And fucking her good!  He
was going nice and steady, pushing in and pulling out with a good pace. 
Lea was transfixed as she watched the young couple.  Suddenly he stopped
and pulled her legs up and over his shoulders.  He began plunging into her
deep.  She was saying something to him.  Lea could guess what and smiled.
Lea could almost feel him herself, plunging deep inside her, pushing every
inch into her pussy...

   Lea blinked as she realised she was stroking herself and sanity
returned. She made her way home quickly but found the image difficult to
erase from her memory.  That night it popped back into her head and Lea
just gave into the fantasy.  She fingered herself to sleep as she thought
of that fit black body rising and thrusting and plunging.  From than on she
saw a look in Abbie's eyes.  Like Sarah's but more intense.  Brian was a
very popular young man it seemed.  And from the toned body she saw that
night Lea could understand why....



   *



   The next poker game went strangely.  She could see the strained look on
Abbie's face as she looked at Sarah who was at the bottom of another bottle
of wine.  Breanne was the exception.  She seemed more distant these days.
She was definitely more snappy.  "Things have, "Breanne started in the
kitchen.  "Things have changed.  I sure you've noticed."

   Lea had volunteered to help her.  It meant she wasn't going to be in the
same room where Abbie was staring hard at Sarah who was too busy filling
her glass again.  "Changed?"

   "Changed.  Ever since the Goulds arrived."

   "Well," Lea put a plate into Breanne's dishwasher.  "I haven't seen
anything.  They're nice people."

   "That's it.  They are too nice." Breanne opened a new bottle of wine. 
"Always willing to help.  Always know someone who can.  And all the time
for free.  Not asked for a cent!"

   "I, eh..." Lea shrugged but that was true.  Any repairs were done
without a fuss and payment was refused.  "We each give them plenty of
cakes."

   Breanne stopped and faced Lea.  "Exactly." she said.  "Cakes.  Pies. 
Food.  I don't like it."

   "I don't see the problem." The image of that tight black ass popped into
her mind again.  "I just don't see it."

   "Lea, we had a way here." Breanne removed the cork from the corkscrew
and put it to one side.  "We are a community.  We can't afford for anyone
to destroy that community.  The Goulds are new.  But...."

   "They're black?" Lea ventured.

   Breanne spun towards her.  "How dare you!" she whispered harshly.  "When
have I ever uttered a single racist comment?  You know what I mean.  You
were part of it, remember!"

   Lea flushed.  "Yes." she muttered.  "Sorry, Bree."

   "We had a problem.  We dealt with it." Breanne pushed her face to Lea's.
"And we don't need anybody, black or white, coming here causing problems.
We did what we had too!  You were quite glad at the time, I recall."

   Lea nodded, thinking back.  Breanne was right.  She looked at Breanne.
"Of course,"

   "The Goulds are nice people but they're not part of little community,
are they, Lea?"

   She swallowed.  "No, Bree." Lea whispered.

   "Glad we understand each other." Breanne nodded and grabbed the bottle.
As they walked back into the living room Lea saw the coldness suddenly
switch off.  "Some more wine?" Breanne asked.

   "More wine!" Sarah slammed her hand on the poker table.  Lea saw the
look of disgust on Abbie's face.



   *



   "Coffee?" Lea asked as she watched Alan finish putting the shelf up in
her living.

   The black man looked back and smiled.  "Would love some."

   She wandered into the kitchen and started making the coffee.  Tom had
always told her he'd put that shelf up but never did.  Another reason to
divorce his useless ass.  "Job done." she heard and turned to see Alan
Gould walking into the kitchen.  He looked like he kept himself in shape.
Maybe that was where Brian got that toned body from, she wondered.  Lea
pushed the coffee towards him a picked up her own mug.  "Penny for them?"
he said and Lea looked up.

   "I was in a dream." she smiled.  They chatted about how Brian was doing,
how he and Jenny made a nice couple and how life was in the Lane.  She
nodded.

   "Problem?" Alan sat back in the kitchen chair.

   "No," Lea said.  "Life's getting a little dull after the divorce."

   "You get used to it.  Find a hobby."

   She looked at him.  "You're divorced?"

   "Brian's mother.  Not a good person.  Not loyal."

   "Ahh," Lea nodded.

   "Same with Tom."

   "Playing away?" the black man said.

   "Oh, yeah." Lea nodded.  "So I kicked him out."

   "You know the other person?"

   She nodded.  "Kinda."

   "Sorry." Alan offered.

   "Don't be." she shrugged.  Life goes on.

   "D'at true." the black man smiled raised his mug.

   Lea smiled.  She felt comfortable with him.  She had the feeling she
could trust him.  Lea raised her own mug.



   *



   She woke up suddenly.  The moonlight was streaming though her bedroom
window and Lea could still remember the dream.  He was on top of her. 
Inside her.  Her legs were wrapped around his black thighs.  That wonderful
cock was filling her.  Only it wasn't Brian.  It was Alan....



   *



   Over the next few days Lea watched life go by.  She saw the deliveries
arrive at Sarah's house and wondered how much wine was in them.  Sarah was
staying inside more these days.  She watched as Brian headed over to
Abbie's and let himself in with a key.  She would watch him with Jenny and
could only think of them naked, wrapped around each other.  Was he doing
that with Abbie?  She would sometimes see Abbie heading over to the Gould
house in the evening and knew what she would be doing, crouching at that
window as the fit black male was fucking fucking the young white Jenny.

   She watched Breanne's house and saw the curtain twitch more and more. 
She saw Alan leaving and arriving and couldn't get the thought of that
dream out of her head.  Lea would push a hand down between her thighs and
gently rub.  She would get the sex toys she started getting.  Small
vibrators that helped her orgasm as she thought of Alan.



   *





   The noise was low but loud enough to wake Lea up.  She sat up and
listened.  She could swear she heard someone breathing.  Get the
flashlight, she told herself.  Get the weapon.  Fuck that, she thought and
grabbed the phone.  She was about to dial 911 but stopped.  How long would
they take to get here?  Lea ran down the numbers in the memory, found the
one she wanted and hit dial.  the voice was groggy.  "What?"

   "Alan," she whispered.  "I think there's someone in my house!"

   "You get the cops?"

   "Could you check?" she said, a begging tone to her voice.  "Please."

   "....Okay," he said.  "Don't move."

   She waited and could swear she heard footsteps.  There was someone in
the house.  After five minutes she heard more footsteps.  "You!" Alan's
voice yelled.  Lea leapt up, pulling on a gown as she heard the fight start
downstairs.  "Little bastard!"

   "Uhh!"

   "You pull a fuckin'..."

   "No!"

   Lea heard the soft, painful sound of punches landing.  She crashed
through the kitchen door and flicked on the light to see the form of Alan
standing over the quivering form of a young man.  Alan's fists were balled
up and the young burglar was cowering.  "Oh, my God!" she said as she saw
the knife on the floor.

   "Call the cops!" Alan ordered her.  Lea grabbed the phone and punched in
911.  As she told the operator what had happened Lea realised how wet she
was....



   *



   For the next few days Alan was a local celebrity.  A regular hero.  He
and Lea made the local news.  Lea rang the doorbell of the household and
waited nervously.  Alan opened the door and she stepped in.  "I was going
to bring you something but how much food have you had?"

   "Plenty." the black man said.

   "I know I said thanks already," Lea started.  "But I feel...." Alan
stood there.  "I feel I need to...."

   Lea moved in and kissed him.  She felt him slide his hands around her
and return the kiss.  Slowly she opened her mouth and felt his tongue push
into her mouth.  She pulled her head back and stared up at him.  "I...."

   "Shhh." the black man told her and took her hand.  He started up the
stairs and Lea followed him.....



   *



   This was not a dream, she told herself as he kissed her neck in bed. 
Lea felt his long, black cock inside her.  He seemed to be growing longer
and thicker inside her.  She wrapped her legs around him.  "Oh, God...."
she moaned as the black man began thrusting.  Lea clung to him as they
fucked.  She bit his shoulder.  "Oh, God, yesssss...." she moaned again.

   Alan was gasping as he pushed into her.

   "Oh, God!" she cried out, sliding a hand down to feel his ass thrusting
up and down.  "Harder!"



   *



   She lay in his arms.  "I wasn't...." Alan blew on the back of her neck
and she smiled.  He felt warm and safe.  His cum was over her stomach where
he sprayed it after pulling out.  She put a finger through it and tried it
on her tongue.  She liked the taste.  "I didn't mean to do this." she told
him.

   "You regret it?" he asked.

   Lea pulled herself from his arms and looked at him.  She pushed the
black man on his back and kissed him deeply.  Lea kissed her way down his
chest then ran her tongue down his stomach.  As her lips kissed the head of
his cock then opened to take him into her mouth he smiled and put his hand
on the back of her head while he raised his hips....



   *



   Lea sipped from the coffee mug as she looked across the Lane.  The sun
was going down.  It had been two days since she'd been led up to Alan's bed
and, well.  She smiled and ran her tongue across her lips.  Lea felt so
young again.  She felt like....

   The door to the Gould house opened and Lea looked up expectantly.  She
saw Jenny and Brian leaving.  The two young lovers stopped as they shared a
deep, sensual kiss then slid into his car and roared off.  Lea looked back
at the house.  Alan was in there.  She quickly freshened herself up and
walked over.  She saw a curtain at Bree's move.  Let her watch, Lea
thought. Let her think what she wants.  Fuck Bree.  Fuck them all.  She
stopped at the door and rang the bell.  Alan opened the door.

   Lea smiled at him sweetly.  "Fuck me." she said simply.



   *



   "OOOooo, fuckfuckfuck..." she gasped.  Lea was naked, their clothes
leaving a trail towards where they were now.  In the kitchen, Lea bent over
the table as Alan powerful hands were gripping her waist.  His beautiful,
black cock was buried deep inside her from behind.  She squeezed the shaft
with her pussy muscles and felt him throb. 
"Fffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuck.....!"

   "Aaaaahhhh...." he groaned, not moving.

   "Please," she begged.  "Gimme it....  Gimme that big, black cock!"

   "You want this?" Alan said and Lea could hear the grin in his voice. 
Suddenly his weight was on her, the cock slipping forward inside her.

   "Yesssss...."

   His lips were next her ear.  "You want this big, black motherfucker?" he
whispered and eased his cock forward achingly slowly.

   "Yes!" Lea gasped.  The language just seemed to make her even more
horny. She gripped the edge of the table.

   "You really want it....?"

   "Uuuuhhh...." she groaned.  "Yes!  Yes!  YES!" Lea looked back and saw
the grin on his face.  She saw the dominant look in his eyes and thought
back to that night with the burglar.  It was same look.  He could crush her
right now with those big, strong, black hands.  She remembered the dull
sounds of the blows on the small so-called criminal and how he had been
begging where he had fallen.  The black man had been so powerful as he
stood over him.  So overwhelming she remembered.  Lea felt the thick black
cock throb inside her.  It seemed to keep growing, getting thicker.  "YES!"
she demanded.  The black man slapped his hands on her shoulders, shoving
her down.  She felt his hand slide up the back of her neck then slowly grip
her by the hair.  Keeping Lea pressed down he pulled his cock back.  "Fuck
me!" she begged him.  "Please!  Fuck me!  I want that big, black
motherfucker!  I WANT THAT BIG, BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!!!!"

   He plunged his cock into her and Lea tried to rear up as she cried out
but found him too strong, too powerful.  He gave it to her.  Lea gripped
the table as that big, black motherfucker slammed into her again and again
and again.....



   *



   As she woke Lea blinked and saw the glass of juice on the cabinet next
to the bed.  She rolled onto her back and realised she wasn't in her own
house.  The memories of the night before came flooding back.  The hard
fucking on the kitchen table, on her knees, licking Brian's long, thick
cock and balls.  Fuck, she'd done things she hadn't done since she was a
teenager.  She remembered being carried up the stairs and dumped on the bed
where the fucking started all over again.  On her back, from behind, on her
knees, there didn't seem to be any slowing Alan down.  As soon as he was
done, she remembered watching in awe as his cock slowly start to get hard
again.  The best Tom managed was hopeless in comparison to the fucking Lea
had gotten last night.

   She reached for the juice and sipped it.  Apple juice.  A note was next
to it; `Gone to work.  Get yourself breakfast and let yourself out.  A.'
Short, to the point and terse.  Just like Brian last night.  She remembered
the demanding tone in his voice.  Just the thought of it made her tremble,
but in a good way.  She sat up and slid out of the bed.  Still naked.  She
remembered scooping up his cum and tasting it.  Rich and salty.  She wanted
more then and thought she'd like some now.  Where were her clothes?  A
bathrobe was hanging from the door and Lea pulled it on.  She could smell
him on it.  Lea smiled.  A quick check outside and a careful listen told
her the house was empty.  She made her way downstairs.  She saw her clothes
on the floor where she'd thrown them.  Lea swore.  What if Brian, his sone
had seen them?

   Too late for that now.  She took off the robe and pulled her own clothes
on.  Lea checked out the window then quickly left.  she thought about
leaving the key there but changed her mind.  Just because one burglar was
scared off doesn't mean another wouldn't try.  Besides, it would give her
an excuse to go over again.  Lea walked quickly back to her house hoping
no-one was watching.  They see how flushed she was with the thought seeing
Alan again.



   *



   An hour later she heard the car and ran to a window.  Brian was pulling
up.  Lea watched both him and Jenny sitting for a moment.  Suddenly the
teenage blonde ducked her head down in front of Brian.  Lea watched the
grin on the young black man's face.  The same grin that had appeared on
Alan.  A minute later Jenny sat up and appeared to wipe at her mouth.  Lea
smiled as she remembered doing that at Jenny's age.  "Dirty girl," she
muttered and slid a hand down the front of her trousers as she thought of
tasting Alan's cum for the first time.  "Dirty, dirty girl...."

   Lea gasped as she came onto her hand.....



   *



   Lea waited after Alan came home.  The day had been a long one.  Breanne
had come over and wanted something.  Lea had said yes to get the woman out
of the house.  Abbie had phoned about the next poker night wanting to know
what snacks Lea would like as it would at Abbie's next.  She tried
housework but couldn't concentrate, looking out the window every five
minutes.  Finally, at around six, Alan came home.  She watched him walk in.
Punching in his number she rang the house.  "Hello," Brian, the son,
replied.

   "Hi, Brian." A quick flash of Jenny bending down came back to her.  "Is
your father in?"

   "Sure." the young man said.  "Dad!"

   Lea heard muttering then Alan was on the phone.

   "About last night.  I've still got your key." she said, her fingers
toying with it.

   "That was the spare.  I'd have thought you would of put it through the
door."

   She could hear the smile on his face.  "How about you come over and get
it?"

   "Come over to yours and get it?"

   "Yes." Lea grinned.  "Take it."

   "I was going to get dinner,"

   "I'll make you something." she said.  "As thanks for last night."

   Silence.  "I'll be over in ten minutes." Alan said.

   Lea heard the phone click off and put her own phone down.  "Oh, you
fucking dirty girl...." she scolded herself.



   *



   She took a steak pie from the fridge that she was keeping for herself
but Alan deserved it.  It would take 20 minutes.  She put the oven on and
set the table.  As she put the pie in the doorbell rang and Lea rang to it.
As she calmed herself she thought it was ridiculous the way she was acting
like schoolgirl.  She was a grown woman.  Lea opened the door and looked
the handome black man up and down.  He had changed into casual clothes. 
"Hi," she breathed and caught a glimpse of Jenny running across the road
towards the Gould household.  Lea knew what she'd be doing...

   "Hi." Alan nodded.  "You offered dinner?"

   "Yes!" Lea smiled and saw Abbie looking on as Jenny ran into the house.
The latino woman seemed to humph and marched into her own home.  "Steak
pie?"

   "Sounds great." Alan told her and stepped into the house.

   "It'll be about 20 minutes."

   "How are we going to pass the time?" the black man asked with a smile.



   *





   He kissed her against the door.  Hard.  Lea slid her hands down and
squeezed his buttocks then felt herself being pushed down.  She willingly
sank to her knees knowing what he wanted.  Lea felt the bulge in front of
her face, massaging it and feeling it grow.  She gently unzipped his
trousers and eased the thickening black monster from them.  The cock grew
even more in her hands.  "Oooohhh" she gasped.

   "Yeah, make it nice and big," Alan told her.  Lea rubbed and massaged
the shaft.  She watched in wonder as it grew bigger and thicker.  Finally
she kissed his full balls and kissed her way up the dark shaft to the fat
head.  "Yeah, baby, that's good." he smiled.  Lea felt a sense of happiness
at the encouragement.  She opened her lips and slipped them over the head,
giving him a good, hard suck.  Alan closed his eyes and moaned. 
"Mmmmmm...." Lea knew what she wanted now.  She gripped the shaft and began
pumping it.

   "Fuck, bitch...." he gasped, reaching for her head.

   Lea knocked his hands back.  She looked up and saw him smile.  They were
both locked on each other's eyes.  "Hmmm..." she moaned, teasing the eye of
his cock with her tongue.

   "Okay," Alan said.  "Suck that motherfucker,"

   "Hmm-Hmm..." she groaned, not looking away from him.

   "You like that big, fat fucker, don't you?"

   Lea eased the pumping back a little and moaned in response.

   "Yeah," the black man grinned.  "You like that." He reached forward and
grabbed Lea's hair.  "You liked that too, last night." he said and jerked
her head back off his cock.

   Lea was looking up at him, her hand still gripping his cock.  She put
her other hand under his balls and rubbed them.  ""I loved every dirty
minute of it." she told him.

   "I got fucking dinner for you." Alan grinned down and pulled her head
back towards his cock.  Lea pushed her mouth over the throbbing cock and
gripped his shaft with both hands.  She began pumping it furiously, tasting
the pre-cum that oozed out into her mouth.  "More, bitch.  Faster!" Lea did
as she was told.  "Yeah, you one nasty little bitch!"

   Lea saw the grin on his face as he said it.  It was the fucking truth.
She was a nasty little bitch.  When she was 18 she had given two guys in
high school a double handjob.  Her first real boyfriend had shown the joys
of dangerous sex.  Then Somewhere along the line she had `grown up', got
married, and got boring....

   "Nasty....  little....  white....  bitch...." Alan groaned and moved his
hips back and forth.

   Suddenly he grabbed her head with both hands and gasped.  Lea almost
came on the spot as she felt the hot, thick streams of cum explode into her
mouth.  She kept her mouth clamped tight around the head as it pumped the
last of the load onto her tongue.  "Mmmmmmm......"

   "Yeaaaahhhh....." The black man moaned, his hips bucking forward. 
"Sweet...." he grinned looking down down at Lea.  "You like your dinner?"
Lea washed the cum around her mouth and made a show of swallowing it down.
The opened her mouth and showed him she had downed every drop.  "There
maybe afters." he smiled.  "Now where's my pie."

   Lea quickly checked on the pie and dished it up.  She watched him start
to eat at the kitchen table then slid down under it.  The black man smiled
as he felt her push between his legs.  The the hot lips pushed back onto
his cock.

   "I love a bitch who knows how to enjoy her food," he smiled........