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Fucking the Wife who Doesn't like Sex
by Comixs (comixs@hotmail.com)

***

A husband discovers his wife thinks sex is only for 
procreation and refuses to have sex with him for any 
other reason. The husband uses hypnosis to get his wife 
to fuck him and to satisfy herself as well. Their black 
farm-hand overhears one of these sessions and uses the 
keyword to take advantage of the wife. Later he uses 
what he knows to blackmail the husband into satisfying 
him as well and then the husband reveals he's about to 
get a dog to keep the wife company while he's away on 
his many business trips. (MMF, bi, mc, intr, voy, oral)

***

Catherine and Carl had gotten married when they were 
both 26. The service was very nice and so was the 
reception afterward. It had been hosted by Catherine's 
parents, who were well known around town and had a high 
position among the community in which they lived. They 
were known for their clean way of life and never 
starting any trouble. Instead they sponsored many 
events around the community, such as clean-up drives, 
planting trees and making sure the lawns in the area 
were well kept and tended.

While Catherine and Carl were on their honeymoon, 
Catherine's parents were killed in a house fire. It was 
later determined that the fire was due to a spark 
thrown from the open fireplace. Her father had 
neglected, for the first time, to put the screen up 
before going to bed that night. The year was 1935 and 
Catherine and Carl rushed home, never having the 
opportunity to consummate their marriage.

It had been a night that Catherine had dreaded and was 
only too glad to put it off. 

The funeral was 2 days later and, of course, the whole 
town attended. At her new home, which Carl had recently 
finished building, the guests mingled with everyone and 
expressed their condolences to both of them. It lasted 
well into the night and by the time the last family had 
left they were too tired to think of anything buy 
sleep. In the darkened bedroom they got undressed and 
quietly slipped under the covers of the bed and quickly 
fell into an undisturbed sleep.

Catherine's grief gave her an excuse to refuse Carl the 
chance to take his wife's cherry and, after many weeks 
of trying, Carl decided it was time he did something 
about it.

***

The next week Carl visited the local library and did 
some research into the history and application of 
hypnosis. He'd heard some things from his best friend, 
Jerry, and thought it might be something he could use 
on Catherine to weaken her resolve towards sex.

May times after the funeral he'd brought up the 
subject, only to have his wife either ignore him, walk 
out of the room, or start an argument. Many a night 
he'd have to crawl out of bed, after making sure that 
Catherine was asleep, and go into the bathroom and jack 
off for some relief. All he could do was imagine what 
his wife looked like under all the night clothes she 
wore every night. She wouldn't even let him cop a feel 
of her boobs, not that she had anything to play with in 
the first place. Like his former mother-in-law, 
Catherine was almost completely flat-chested.

Carl would go to the library two nights a week and do 
his reading. He didn't want Catherine aware of what he 
was up to. If he could come up with the courage to do 
this then he wanted her to be completely unaware of 
what was happening. He wanted her to believe that she'd 
never released her pent up feelings and given in to his 
advances.

After three weeks of reading he was ready to try out 
his technique, to see if he could actually get her 
hypnotized and do what he wanted to with her.

***

On the following Saturday night he got ready for bed, 
like every other night. This time though, he decided 
the time was right to try and hypnotize Catherine. As 
he sat in the bed, waiting for his wife to emerge from 
the bathroom, he worked on his plan. He would get up to 
her when she sat on her side of the bed and begin to 
massage her shoulders. It was something he'd already 
started the previous week and he was glad that she 
liked it. 

He also noticed that several minutes later her head 
would start to nod and fall forward until her chin 
rested on her upper chest. He already started to try 
and get her into a trance, and several times thought 
he'd succeeded. On one occasion he'd actually gotten 
her to answer his questions and was glad to find out 
the next morning that she apparently didn't remember 
anything from the previous night.

Tonight he was going to go further and try to plant a 
suggestion in her mind and wait and see what would 
happen.

As he waited his plan formed and by the time Catherine 
sat on the bed he was ready.

For ten minutes he massaged her shoulders, feeling the 
day's tension slowly release its hold. As he worked he 
talked to her and once again her head nodded forward 
and eventually rested on her chest.

"Catherine?"

No response.

He tried again. "Catherine?"

"Yes," she answered dreamily.

"Good," he thought to himself. "I want you to listen to 
me," he began.

"Ok."

"From this minute on you will listen to my voice. You 
won't hear anything else by my voice."

"Yes dear, I will hear only your voice."

He quit his massage and moved to sit next to her on the 
side of the bed. He took her hand in his and talked 
slowly and clearly to her.

"Whenever I mention Buttermilk, you will go into a 
trance and you'll do everything I ask you to do." He 
stopped for a moment and let the suggestion sink in. 
"Do you understand?"

"Yes. Whenever you tell me Buttermilk, I'm to go into a 
trance and listed to you and do whatever you want me 
to."

"Yes. I'm glad you understand."

He got back behind her and started his massage once 
again. After a couple of minutes he woke her up and let 
her know he was finished and it was time to get in bed 
and turn out the lights.

***

That night he dreamed of fucking her.

After he got out of his morning shower he was tempted 
to try out his suggestion at the breakfast table, but 
decided he would wait till he got home that evening 
after work. After all, he didn't want to push it.

He'd been patient for a while now, so it wasn't going 
to hurt to wait a little longer.

While Carl was at work that day; Catherine decided it 
was time to hire someone to help her around the yard, 
doing the work to maintain the lawn and the hedges. Her 
father had used one of the towns many black men, his 
name had been Jessie, and she decided to get in touch 
with him to see if he knew anyone who would be willing 
to work at her place. Of course she'd pay a decent 
wage, just as her father had.

She sent word to Jessie that she needed to talk to him 
and could he be at the house around noon that day. 

Jessie as only a little older then she was, somewhere 
between 30 and 35 and had worked for her father for a 
number of years before the accident. She'd grown to 
like the man. He was honest, didn't cause any problems, 
and never missed a day of work. She hoped she'd be 
lucky enough to find someone like him to help her.

His reply was that he'd be there.

At 12:15 she heard a knock on her back door and knew it 
would be Jessie. She found him standing on the back 
porch waiting for her.

"I'll be right with you, Jessie. Please, have a seat 
and I'll bring you a glass of water. I know it's hot 
out there today and after that long walk I'm sure 
you're parched."

"Thank you, Misses Wilson. I sure do appreciate it."

When Catherine returned she found him sitting in the 
rocker, next to the porch swing, where she sat after 
handing him the water. She watched as he drank the 
whole thing in only two or three gulps.

"Thank you, Misses Wilson. That was mighty nice of 
you."

"You're welcome, Jessie.

"The reason I asked you to come here today is that I 
need to find someone to do the chores around the house. 
You know, like you used to do for my father."

"I'd be happy to do that for you, Misses Wilson."

"Are you sure, Jessie?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm sure. I haven't really done anything 
since your parents passed and I really enjoyed working 
for your daddy. He was nice to me and respected me, as 
much as I respected him."

"Yes, Jessie. Daddy liked your work very much. I'd be 
happy to pay you a little more the he paid you, 
considering it's been 10 years since the accident. I 
know he didn't pay you much, but I'd like to increase 
that, if it's ok with you."

The look of surprise on Jessie's face told her he'd 
gladly accept the raise.

"Good! When can you start?"

"I'm in the middle of re-doing my bedroom at home. I 
should be finished by the middle of next week. Would 
the following weekend be ok with you?"

Catherine didn't even think about it.

"Yes, that would be fine. I can have everything ready 
for you by then. I'll pay you at the end of each week, 
on Fridays, if that's ok with you."

"That'll be fine, Misses Wilson."

"There's only one condition, too, Jessie."

A puzzled look now appeared on his face, which was as 
black as the blackest coal in their coal bins. "And 
what would that be," he asked.

"I'll have to insist that you don't call me Misses 
Wilson anymore."

"Oh, Misses Wilson, I couldn't do that."

"Yes, you can. From now on I want you to just call me 
Catherine, or Miss Catherine, whichever you prefer."

"But what would Mr. Wilson say to that?"

"You let me worry about Mr. Wilson," she told him. "You 
and I have known each other for most of our lives and I 
see no harm in you calling me by my first name. OK?"

"Yes ma'am."

Catherine stood up, indicating to Jessie the 
conversation was finished.

"You take care of your business at home and I'll see 
you next weekend."

"Thank you, Misses Wils... I mean Miss Catherine. I'll 
be here."

With that settled, Jessie left the porch and headed 
down the road, towards his house.

Carl fantasized about what he was going to do all that 
day at work. At times it was all he could do to 
concentrate on the work on his desk. Finally he decided 
that if he didn't want to get fired he'd better get his 
work done, and done on time. The rest of his day went 
without incident and by 5:15 he was on his way home, 
and to his wife.

Catherine was in the kitchen when he got home, putting 
the finishing touches on supper. Tonight there would be 
fried chicken, field peas, biscuits and homemade tea.

He stood in the doorway between the dining room and the 
kitchen and watched her as she worked on finishing the 
meal. 

Without really thinking about what he was going to do 
he said, "Buttermilk." What happened caught him off 
guard.

As soon as his wife heard Buttermilk, she slumped and 
sagged towards the floor. It was all he could do to 
catch her before she hit the floor. He picked her up 
and carried her to the living room and placed her on 
the sofa.

"It worked!" he almost shouted. He couldn't believe it 
had actually worked!

"Catherine? Can you hear me, dear?"

"Yes, Carl. I hear you."

She sounded far away and he noticed her eyes were 
closed. Apparently his hypnotic suggestion had worked 
just fine.

"Easy," he thought to himself. One step at a time here. 
After all, he wanted to make sure this worked and he 
didn't want her waking up and discovering what he was 
doing. She'd be mad as hell at him, not that he 
wouldn't have deserved it.

He sat back in his chair and thought for a moment.

"Catherine."

"Yes?"

"I want you to sit up straight and remove your blouse 
and bra, please."

As he sat there he was startled to see her sit up 
straight and start to unbutton the front of her blouse. 

Once she was finished she reached behind her and 
unhooked her bra, pulling her arms out of the straps 
and placing it in her lap.

In the just over 10 years they'd been married this was 
actually the first time she's exposed herself to him.

He'd always wondered what her tits looked like. He knew 
they were small, almost nonexistent, but what he saw in 
front of him truly amazed him. 

Her Areolas were as large, or larger, than silver 
dollars and her nipples appeared to stick out from her 
chest like erasers on a pencil.

"Pinch your nipples until they're hard," he told her.

He watched as she raised her hands to her chest and 
took a nipple in each hand, pinching each one between 
her fingers and thumbs until they stood out even 
further. 

Getting up from his chair he crossed the room and sat 
next to her, noticing that her nipples to stand out at 
least an inch or better. He reached out to feel them 
himself and found them to be as hard as rocks.

"Nice," he thought.

He returned to his chair. He wanted her to feel safe 
and secure and didn't want to appear to intimidate her 
or make her feel ashamed of her body.

"Now, I want you to stand up and remove your skirt and 
your panties, please."

Catherine stood up, unbuttoned her skirt and let it 
drop to the floor. Next her white cotton panties joined 
it. She stepped out of them as sat back on the sofa.

"Spread your legs, please."

She did and he could see her pussy for the first time. 
She had an abundance of hair between her legs and he 
found that he'd like to see her without any hair down 
there at all.

"Tomorrow I want you to shave your pussy and keep it 
that way. You'll think it was completely your own idea 
and think nothing else about it. Understand?"

"Yes."

"You can get dressed again, dear. Once you've gotten 
all your clothes on you'll return to the kitchen and 
finish with supper. You will not remember any of this. 
Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Carl got up and went to the bathroom to wash up and get 
ready for supper. When he got to the dining room the 
meal was already laid out on the table and ready to 
eat. They enjoyed a nice meal and every time Carl would 
look at her he'd smile.

"I hope this works," he thought.

***

As Catherine grew up she was led to believe that sex 
was only for procreation and not for enjoyment.

Her mother drummed into her that sex was nasty and she 
was only to consent to 'relationships' with her husband 
when they decided it was time to conceive and have 
children.

One time her mother has caught her masturbating and 
gave her the beating of her life. She explained that it 
was nasty and she wasn't to do it again.

Even though Catherine had enjoyed the feelings she'd 
gotten from stroking herself (She never realized what 
that dizzy feeling was when she climaxed) she decided 
that her mother was right and she never did it again.

She knew that her Carl would want to 'have her' on 
their wedding night, and she'd secretly dreaded just 
the thought of it. Then the accident had happened and 
she'd used her grief as an excuse not to give in to her 
husband. So far it had worked out.

But, she knew she wouldn't be able to deny him much 
longer. His insistence that she give in to him only 
grew each and every week and there were times when she 
hated going to bed, because she knew what he was going 
to ask of her.

Lately though, after his nightly massage, he'd quit 
asking her and she decided that he'd finally realized 
she wasn't going to let him do anything until she was 
ready. And that was only going to happen when she 
decided she was ready to start a family. She'd use sex 
only for procreation, as her mother had told her.

For the first time in years Catherine overslept the 
next day.

When she finally woke up Carl was already gone to work. 
He'd left a note on the table for her though.

Cat,

I knew you weren't feeling well, so decided to let you 
sleep in today. Take care of yourself and I'll see you 
when I get home.

Love you,

Carl

***

"Now wasn't that nice of him," she thought.

She got up and went to the bathroom to draw her bath. 
As she stood before the full length mirror mounted on 
the back of the door, her attention was drawn to the 
hairy triangle between her legs. 

For some reason it seemed to bother her that she had so 
much hair down there. It had never bothered her before, 
but her attention kept coming back to it. Finally she 
decided to do something about it. She opened the 
medicine cabinet, where Carl kept his razor and shaving 
cream, and took both out and laid them on the side of 
the tub, within easy reach. She also set out a pair of 
scissors.

Once the water was drawn she settled down and began to 
relax. There was not really anything she had to do 
today, so she'd thought that a nice, relaxing soak in 
the tub would help her feel better.

She sat there until the water began to cool and then 
she'd lathered up her wash cloth and bathed herself. 
Once she finished she let the water out until it 
reached a level slightly below her stretched out legs 
and got the shaving cream and razor. She took the 
scissors and began to cut the longer strands of hair 
between her legs, getting as close to the skin as she 
could without cutting herself with them. Once she was 
satisfied it was short enough, she lathered up her 
outer lips and began to use the razor.

Once the outside of her pussy was well shaved she 
pulled her lips apart and used the razor on the inside 
of them, trying to get as much of the hair as she 
could. She would occasionally rinse the lather off and 
feel between her lips, trying to locate any stray 
strands. Once she was sure she'd gotten it all she 
rinsed again and ran her hand over the new smoothness, 
amazed as to how nice it felt not to have any hair down 
there at all.

Then, for the first time in almost 20 years, she began 
to play with herself, bringing her clitoris to a full 
erection and rotating her fingers around the bud until 
she climaxed. It was the first climax (she now knew 
what that tingly sensation between her legs was) she'd 
had in years and she sat there in the remaining water 
and let the sensation spread throughout her body. Then 
she pushed two fingers inside her and moved them in and 
out, rubbing her clitoris with each stroke. It felt 
good.

After several climaxes she realized what had happened 
and grew red with embarrassment. It was like she was 
afraid someone would catch her, even though there was 
no one around and her mother certainly wasn't going to 
catch her again, not after all these years.

Rising in the tub, she toweled herself and stepped onto 
the cold bathroom floor, catching a glimpse of herself 
in the mirror, and noticing how much better she looked. 
The bare patch between her legs looked almost natural 
to her and she wondered what had made her decide to 
shave herself. She decided that she liked how it looked 
and never gave it a second thought. She dried her hair, 
powdered herself and got dressed, then returned to the 
bedroom, made the bed and went to the kitchen to get 
something to eat.

When Carl got home that afternoon he found Catherine 
sitting on the sofa, reading one of her magazines.

"Buttermilk," he said.

Catherine instantly slumped back into the sofa, 
dropping the magazine into her lap.

"Show me what you did today, dear. Please."

Without any hesitation Catherine stood up and 
unbuttoned her skirt, dropped it to the floor, and then 
removed her panties, showing her husband the now naked 
region of her loins.

"Very pretty dear. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Carl."

"How does it feel?"

"Better then I thought it would," she answered.

"I want you to keep it shaved for me, please."

"Yes dear, I will."

"Now I want you to sit back and spread your legs as far 
as you can."

He watched as Catherine did as he'd asked. Once she was 
settled she spread her legs, hooking her knees around 
her arms, opening herself up for him to see deep inside 
her.

At once Carl was on his knees, between Catherine's 
thighs, and leaned closer to her opening. He inhaled 
her aroma, savoring that smell for the first time. Now 
he was going to enjoy himself to his wife's treats.

Without hesitation he lowered his mouth to her opening 
and drew his tongue along the inside of her lips, 
tasting for the first time the juices within. His cock 
got instantly harder than it'd been in years.

He continued to lick her lips, sucking off the juices 
gathered on his tongue and savoring them. It had 
literally been years since he'd eaten any pussy. While 
he could've had his share of any of the women at work, 
he'd declined to fall to adultery and only fantasize 
about what it would be like to finally get his wife 
where he wanted her. For now he didn't intend to fuck 
her, just suck her off now and then, perhaps a couple 
of times a day. He wanted to enjoy this for a while and 
knowing he could do this anytime he wanted to only made 
the desire that much stronger.

Once he finished licking her clean he covered her pussy 
with his mouth and drove his tongue as deep into her 
box as he could. The hotness of her pussy completely 
consumed him. His cock was now leaking pre cum like 
never before and he could feel its wetness not only on 
his shorts but slowly sliding down the length of his 
cock and onto his balls. With one hand he undid his 
belt, un zippered his pants, and pulled out his uncut 
cock. He used his abundance of juices to lubricate 
himself and then he started to jerk off while eating 
out his wife.

Catherine was reacting as he thought she would, by 
rotating her hips and trying to push her pussy up into 
his mouth. He sucked out her juices and rotated his 
tongue into her with each shove.

Yes, he was totally enjoying this.

It was only a matter of minutes before he shot off his 
largest load of cum in ages. He let himself shoot off 
into his hand, trying not to make a mess of the front 
of the sofa. After all, how would he explain the mess 
to Catherine, especially when she wasn't even aware of 
what he was doing to her?

Once he was finished sucking her off, he settled back 
on his haunches and looked into the box he'd just 
enjoyed for the first time. He knew that he would be 
doing this again, and soon!

When he finished he left her sitting on the sofa with 
her thighs still spread open and her remaining juices 
causing her lips to glisten. He went to the bathroom 
and cleaned himself up and then returned to the living 
room. He brought with him a warm wash cloth and cleaned 
Catherine up as best as he could. After all, he didn't 
want to leave any trace of what happened. He was sure 
she'd figure something had happened, but she wouldn't 
be able to remember what it was.

"Catherine, you can now drop your legs. I want you to 
get dressed and sit back. Pick up your magazine and 
when I count to three you'll be alert but won't 
remember anything that just happened."

He watched as his wife got dressed and picked up her 
magazine once she settled back into the sofa. Then he 
counted to three, while going into the dining room and 
acting as if he was just getting home.

"Hi, honey, she said when he came into the living room. 
Have a good day at the office?"

"Had to work a little late tonight, dear. Sorry I'm 
late getting home."

He'd decided that the little lie was something he'd 
have to come up with once she noticed the lateness of 
the evening. After all, he'd munched on her pussy for 
almost an hour, bring her to multiple climaxes. He 
realized she'd wonder what had happed with the lost 
time, so he'd decided to come up with something 
himself. He thought it would be easier that way.

Carl did his thing with Catherine every night for two 
months before he decided it was time to move up to the 
next level. Now that he'd 'satisfied' her for a while 
it was time for her to do something for him, so he 
decided that the next move would be for her to use her 
mouth on him.

This move would come later, and Carl didn't realize 
that he'd be observed by an outside source as well.

***

One evening Jessie had worked late on the property when 
he's heard Carl's truck come up the drive. 

He watched as Carl got out and went into the house. He 
suspected something was up, because for the past two 
weeks when Carl got home, he'd look around as he got 
out of the truck, almost as if he was afraid of being 
spotted. Now Jessie had no idea of what was actually 
going on inside that house, but he intended to find 
out. After watching Carl enter the house, Jessie used 
his passkey and followed into the house. As he stood in 
the kitchen he heard Carl tell Catherine to get 
undressed.

Sounded funny to Jessie. A man shouldn't have to ask 
his wife to get undressed in the living room.

That's what the bedroom was for.

Next he heard Carl tell Catherine to sit on the sofa 
and to undo his pants. He heard as Catherine unzipped 
the pants and heard them hit the floor with a thud.

He sneaked to the end of the hallway leading into the 
living room and stood there. His view was a profile of 
the two of them, so he had a good view of what was 
about to happen.

As he watched Catherine lowered Carl's boxers and he 
was amazed at what appeared. Carl had the biggest cock 
he'd ever seen on a white man. He wasn't bigger then 
Jessie was, but he was still big. He also noticed that, 
like himself, Carl was uncut, with an ample amount of 
foreskin draped around the head of his cock. He watched 
as Carl told Catherine to grab his cock and stroke it 
for him. Even hard Carl's foreskin continued to cover 
his cock head, and even with his wife stroking him, the 
cock head only appeared a couple of times.

It made Jessie's mouth water. There was nothing he 
liked better then sucking off a huge cock. 

Of course he loved to fuck a tight pussy, but cock 
sucking was his favorite pastime. He knew right then 
that one of these days he'd suck Carl until he shot his 
load in his mouth.

As he continued to watch, Catherine lowered her head 
and took her husband's cock into her mouth.

She nearly gagged the first time and Jessie wondered if 
this was the first time she'd ever sucked her husband's 
cock. Surely not. After all, they'd been married almost 
15 years by this time. He'd now worked for them for 
almost 5 years and he'd never witnessed anything like 
this before.

Catherine seemed like she was enjoying her blow job. 
Her head bobbed up and down while her hands jerked her 
husband at the same time. Every now and then Carl would 
tell her to bite on his foreskin, but not too hard. 
From the groans escaping his mouth Jessie figured she 
was doing exactly what he told her to.

One time he watched as she bit onto the skin and pulled 
it out with her teeth. Must have pulled all that skin 
at least 5 inches from his cock head. And all Carl did 
was stand there, eyes closed, and enjoyed the feel of 
his wife's mouth on his cock. Then he watched as Carl 
grabbed his wife's head and pulled it closer to his 
crotch and, from the sounds escaping Carl's mouth, he 
could tell that the man had just shot his load into his 
wife's mouth. He could see strands of cum leaking from 
her lips and the load was apparently too much for her 
to swallow at one time.

Then he noticed that Catherine was naked as she sucked 
her husband off. He knew she didn't have much in the 
chest area, but was greatly surprised to see how long 
her stiff nipples were. He wished he could get those 
hard nipples in his mouth and swish his tongue around 
them just once. He also saw that Carl was now slightly 
slumped over, towards Catherine. His hand was between 
her legs and he could tell the Carl was fingering her 
pussy. He didn't know that Catherine kept herself 
completely shaved for her husband. If he had he 
probably would've wanted to join right in with Carl 
himself.

He loved a nice slick pussy, free of hair.

Next he heard something that he'd never forget and it 
would come in handy years later for him.

"Now, Catherine, I want you to listen closely to what 
I'm about to tell you. Remember, whenever you hear the 
word Buttermilk, you'll go into a trance and will do 
whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand, dear?"

"Yes."

"Tell me then."

"Whenever I hear the word Buttermilk I'll go into a 
trance and do whatever you tell me to do."

"Good. Also, once I wake you up you'll not remember 
anything that's happened. Remember?"

"Yes. I won't remember anything that happened."

"Great! Now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. When 
you're finished come in here and get dressed again. 
After that, when I count to 3 you'll wake up and not 
remember any of this."

Catherine went into the bathroom and Jessie could hear 
the water running as she cleaned up. He stayed where he 
was and waited for her to return. As she got dressed 
again he noticed for the first time that her pussy was 
completely shaved and his erection got harder and he 
thought he'd shoot in his pants. He didn't want that 
though. He wanted to wait till he got home, so he could 
jack off with the memories of what he'd just witnessed.

For the next 5 years Carl would get Catherine to 
alternately suck him off and he'd suck her as well. He 
never tried to fuck her though. That was to come later. 
First he had to get her use to having something large 
inside her, so he got her to start buying cucumbers. He 
have her shave all the bumps off the outer parts of the 
vegetable and then tell her to satisfy herself with 
them as he watched.

He'd stand there and jack off, sometimes getting her to 
blow him while she fucked herself. He even got her to 
satisfy herself when he wasn't at home. When it finally 
came time to fuck her himself, he wanted to make sure 
she was loose enough for his huge cock. After all, with 
10 inches of hard, uncut cock, he didn't want to hurt 
her the first time he sank his cock into her.

Little did he realize that Jessie was also watching all 
this as it happened.


Chapter 2
---------

Ten years later and Catherine and Carl have been 
fucking on a weekly basis for almost 8 years now. 
Catherine just doesn't realize it.

Catherine sat on the bed, well actually reclined in the 
middle of the bed. She was naked and stroking a shaved 
cucumber in and out of her pussy. She'd done this now 
for 3 months and she enjoyed each session. Not only was 
she having fun, but she was totally alone in the house. 
Carl was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for 
another 3 days. 

In the course of 3 days she'd already worn out 6 
cucumbers fucking herself with them. It was getting 
harder and harder to find anything big enough to use on 
herself, but she kept looking. She'd even gone to the 
next town and visited the local Farmer's Market hoping 
to find something that would satisfy her, but with 
little luck. She'd just have to make do with what she 
could find locally.

She didn't hear Jessie enter the house.

Jessie had tried for two days to get his nerve up to 
where he was now. 

He'd witnessed Miss Catherine and her evening ritual 
for almost a week now. He knew Mr. Carl was away on a 
business trip and had decided that if he was to try 
this it would have to be tonight.

He entered through the back door, being as quiet as he 
could. After all he didn't want to scare Miss Catherine 
and thus make her do something, like call the police on 
him.

He'd watched, and listened, often enough to know what 
he had to do to get Miss Catherine to do what he wanted 
done, and tonight he was determined to get her to not 
only give him blow job but to also allow him to fuck 
her. He knew from watching that she was using the 
cucumbers on herself and he also knew that his black 
cock was much larger then any vegetable she'd be able 
to use on herself.

Sneaking down the hallway he stopped at her bedroom 
door and listened. The door was not closed, since she 
never gave it a thought that someone might enter her 
house without her knowing it, and he glanced into the 
room, spying her on the bed and using the cucumber on 
herself. He watched as she dipped it into her hole and 
then began to fuck herself with it. He listened as she 
make noises of contentment with each stroke.

His cock was already straining in his pants, aching to 
be released.

He could see that her eyes were closed, so he quickly 
removed his shoes and entered the bedroom on stockinged 
feet, careful not to make any unwanted noise.

As he approached the bed he got on his hands and knees 
and continued to move to the side of the bed. Once he 
was there he poked his head above the mattress and said 
one word, "Buttermilk."

Catherine instantly stopped with her thrusting and 
slumped down onto the bed, her hands dropping onto her 
body.

Jessie knew from experience that the woman was now in a 
trance and would be receptive to his commands.

"Miss Catherine, can you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes, Jessie. I hear you."

"Damn," he thought. "How did she know it was me?" he 
wondered. 

Then he realized that she'd probably just recognized 
his voice. No harm, and no foul. Yet!

Now it was time to get down to what he wanted.

"Miss Catherine, I want you to suck my cock and swallow 
my cum, like you do for Mr. Carl."

"Ok."

Catherine sat up on the bed and turned around so she 
sat on the edge of the mattress. Jessie was standing 
there, waiting for her. She undid the belt holding up 
his pants, undid his zipper and let them fall to the 
floor.

In anticipation of this Jessie had not worn his boxers 
today.

What Catherine saw in front of her immediately made her 
forget all about the cucumber she'd been using just 
moments ago. For a man of Jessie's age (he was now 53, 
12 years older then Catherine and Carl) he kept his 
body in excellent shape. With all the work he did 
around the house and grounds, it wasn't hard to keep 
his body in shape all the time. In fact he liked to 
keep trim and fit.

Sticking out from Jessie's crotch was a cock like she'd 
never seen before. Of course she only had the vision of 
what her husband's cock looked like, and even then she 
only remembered it when she was in a trance, like she 
was now.

Carl's cock was about 10 inches long and quite thick, 
with an abundance of foreskin covering his cock head.

Jessie's cock looked to be about an inch or two longer 
and much larger around as well. It even had an amount 
of foreskin attached that made Carl's look short in 
comparison.

Reaching out she grabbed the skin and pulled it out 
from the black rod she held in her other hand, admiring 
it's length. Once she had it stretched as far as she 
could she guessed it was easily as long as the cock 
was.

"Amazing!" she thought.

With her other hand she pulled the loose skin back onto 
his cock and watched as the slightly darkish head of 
his cock appeared. It was almost pointed, with his piss 
hole situated at the top of the glans, much like her 
husbands. The only difference was the color. The cock 
in her hand was just a black as the man himself. The 
difference between her white hand and his black cock 
startled her, as well as amazed her at the same time.

The texture of Jessie's cock was also different from 
Carl's. Jessie's skin had a velvety feel to it. It 
actually felt like she was holding something other then 
a cock in her hand. If she hadn't been looking at it 
she'd have sworn it was just a wooden rod with velvet 
cloth draped over it.

As she slowly began to pump up and down on the cock a 
drop of clear liquid appeared at his piss hole and she 
remembered Carl telling her it was pre cum, a 
lubrication he shot before he actually ejaculated. She 
touched it with the end of her tongue and realized it 
tasted much like the fluid she'd suck from Carl's cock 
before she's suck him off.

Slowly she took the cock head into her mouth, using her 
tongue to slather around it, feeling its texture and 
sponginess. Using her tongue further, she slipped it 
between his foreskin and his cock head, tasting the 
juices accumulated there. Much like Carl's it had a 
tanginess about it, but it excited her just the same.

Already her juices were beginning to collect between 
her legs and she knew from experience that they'd soon 
be flowing and spilling from between her legs and onto 
the sheets beneath her. With her other hand she played 
with her clitoris as she sucked off Jessie, enjoying 
the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth and her own 
fingers in her pussy.

Jessie stood there and watched as his black cock 
disappeared into Catherine's hot mouth. It'd be a while 
since he'd been sucked off and it still felt as good 
now as it had then. The only difference was that the 
last time it had been a man with his cock in his mouth, 
sucking him until he shot his load into the man's 
mouth.

Catherine took as much of the cock into her mouth as 
she could. She'd only recently learned to take all of 
her husband without choking and gagging. Jessie though, 
was much longer and she'd have to work a little longer 
to be able to get all of him into her mouth and throat, 
but she knew she could eventually do it. In face, she 
knew she'd end up doing it.

As she sucked she also jerked Jessie's cock, allowing 
the foreskin to cover and retreat from his cock head, 
feeling the skin as it slid up and down the hard rod. 
She enjoyed the feeling of the excess skin as it slid 
down the back of her tongue and into her throat, and 
she didn't gag on it, either. Once she'd gotten it all 
down her throat she'd enjoy the feeling as it reversed 
when she pumped the cock and retreated back to uncover 
the head once again.

To Jessie it felt like a dream. None of the men who'd 
ever sucked him off had done what Catherine was now 
doing to him and the feeling just increased the 
feeling, making him feel sure that he wouldn't be able 
to keep from shooting his load into her mouth.

Once, when Catherine had felt he was about to shoot his 
load, she remembered something Carl had taught her. She 
slid her hand down the length of his rod and squeezed 
the middle of his organ between her thumb and her first 
two fingers. That would stop his ejaculation and 
lengthen the time she could still suck on him.

She continued to suck and jack, suck and jack, until 
she was certain he wouldn't be able to hold back much 
longer, then she pulled as much of him into her mouth 
as she could at that time and used her tongue to jab 
into his piss hole at the same time. Once she'd done 
that she pulled out and bit down on his foreskin, then 
immediately sucked him back into her mouth. After doing 
that twice it was only a matter of time before she shot 
his load. 

In fact, the next time she sucked him in she could feel 
the first eruption hit the back of her throat and she 
swallowed as fast as she could. She didn't want to miss 
a single drop of his semen. With each shot she would 
pull him back slightly and then take him in once again, 
greeted each time with another shot. Finally, after 
about five minutes, the shooting was reduced to a 
trickle and she pulled her mouth off the cock and used 
her tongue to gather up the remaining traces of his 
juices.

Catherine looked up at Jessie and smiled.

"How was that, Jessie?" she asked him.

"You did fine for your first black cock, Miss 
Catherine." There was a big smile on his face as well.

"Now, are you ready to see how this feels between those 
legs of yours?" he asked her.

Turning around and positioning herself in the center of 
the mattress, she replied, "Ready and waiting!"

No further encouragement was needed as Jessie got up on 
the bed and quickly positioned himself between her 
spread legs. Her pussy was open and dripping her 
juices, begging to be fucked by that big black, uncut 
cock. Jessie was determined not to let her down.

He grabbed his cock and positioned it at the entrance 
of her vagina. With his other hand he pulled her lips 
even wider, creating a larger opening for his cock to 
enter. Then he touched his cock to her clitoris and 
began to rub it up and down, with his piss hole 
catching her clit on every stroke, stimulating her even 
further. After watching her with her cucumbers he knew 
she'd be ready for him, so he decided not to wait any 
longer and pushed his cock into her until his pubic 
hairs were touching the bald flesh of her vaginal lips.

Catherine groaned in appreciation to the penetration. 
With her pussy already stretched by the cucumbers 
Jessie's cock slid easily into her. His girth and 
length quickly filled her up and the feel of his 
velvety cock inside her excited her even more, causing 
more of her juices to be produced, making his 
penetration even easier.

Once he settled in, and was sure she would be able to 
handle his size, he began to stroke in and out, causing 
her to groan even louder.

"Feels soooooo gooooood," she moaned.

She also clutched his cock even harder with her pussy 
muscles, gripping him tighter and causing even more 
friction with her body. 

Jessie knew it wouldn't be as long as her oral 
stimulation before he shot another load deep into her, 
but he wanted it to last longer so by the time he'd 
been fucking her for about five minutes, he pulled out 
of her.

"NOOOO!" she groaned. "PUT IT BACK!!!!"

"Oh, I will. First thought I'm going to use my mouth on 
you for a while."

That thought excited her very much. She loved it when 
Carl sucked her pussy and she was sure she'd love it 
when Jessie did it.

Once he'd pulled out, Catherine grabbed her legs behind 
her knees and pulled them back until her knees were 
touching the point of her rock-hard nipples.

Before Jessie dived into her pussy though, he pushed 
her legs aside and use his mouth on those nipples.

He's always been amazed at those hard nipples and her 
almost flat chest since that first moment he'd 
witnessed Catherine and Carl that night almost 15 years 
ago. Now he was finally getting his chance to suck 
those nipples and he was enjoying it, too.

Catherine loved to have her nipples handled and sucked 
on. Carl would spend what seemed like hours sucking and 
biting her nipples, until she'd finally have to tell 
him to quit. The next day she'd be glad that she didn't 
have to wear a bra, because her nipples would be 
constantly hard, and sore, at the same time.

It would take about a week for them to lose their 
tenderness and be ready for the next assault on them.

Not that she complained about it.

Jessie loved the feel of those nipples against his 
tongue. He was surprised at just how hard they actually 
got to be. He'd never sucked on nipples this hard in 
his life. It was almost like sucking on a rock, but 
that didn't stop him. He'd suck on one then the other, 
using his teeth as he'd seen Carl do, and he continued 
working on them until he heard Catherine tell him she 
couldn't take any more.

Only then did he begin to work down her body, traveling 
to her open pussy, which was just waiting and begging 
for his oral attention.

First he concentrated on her outer lips, licking up the 
remaining juices and enjoying the smoothness of her 
naked pussy. While he preferred a little hair around 
the lips, he certainly enjoyed the feeling of no hair 
as well. He dipped his tongue into her hole and 
gathered the constantly running juices, swallowing and 
savoring them like a fine wine. Her juices had a 
sweetness to them, not the usual tartness he had 
occasionally encountered on other women he'd eaten in 
the past. 

He licked and sucked. Sucked and licked. And continued 
that until she begged him to once again stick his cock 
into her and fill her with his load. By this time he 
was only too willing to do as she asked. So she 
straddled her legs once again and pushed all the way 
into her with one stroke. She was so wet from her 
juices and his that it hardly felt like he was in her 
at all. After five more minutes he finally shot another 
load, this time into her pussy instead of her mouth, 
and he held himself in her until he was sure he was 
finished.

Once he withdrew he once again went down on her with 
his mouth, this time cleaning up the load he'd shot 
into her and he didn't stop this time, not even when 
she begged him to. He loved the taste of his own sperm 
and wanted to make sure he got every drop inside her. 
When he'd finally finished he pulled his mouth off her 
hole and sat up on the mattress, between the still 
spread legs of Catherine. He moved around until his 
legs dangled off the side of the bed, his feet resting 
on the floor. He turned to Catherine and noticed she'd 
already had her fingers between her legs and was busy 
stroking her clitoris.

"Damn!" he thought. "There's no satisfying this one."

Once Catherine had brought herself to one final climax 
she withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to her 
mouth, and licking off her own juices. She looked at 
Jessie and smiled again.

"Thank you," she told him.

"Buttermilk," was all he said.

Catherine immediately went limp and once again entered 
a trance.

"When you wake up you won't remember any of this. 
You'll feel quite satisfied and relaxed. If you want to 
pleasure yourself you're free to do so, but you won't 
remember that I was in your bed, or that you sucked my 
cock, or that I ate you out and fucked your wonderful 
pussy. OK?"

"Yes," was the only reply.

"When you hear your alarm clock you'll wake up 
refreshed and ready to go." And, while he spoke, he set 
the alarm clock for the following morning, got dressed, 
collected his shoes in the hallway, and went to the 
building at the back of the grounds where he lived. 

All in all, he was quite pleased with himself.

Now, his only thought was how to get Carl in a position 
where he could suck that wonderful white cock and have 
his cock sucked as well. He'd do a little research 
himself and see what he could come up with.


Chapter 3
---------

When Carl got home on Friday night Jessie was there at 
the front of the garage, waiting for him.

Getting out of his car he saw Jessie in the headlights, 
as he stood to the side of the door. He could tell that 
the man wanted to talk to him, so he indicated for 
Jessie to join him at the back of the car. As he opened 
the trunk and removed his suitcases he asked Jessie 
what he wanted.

"I want you to tell me how you hypnotized Miss 
Catherine, sir."

No preamble, just a straight forward question.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Jessie."

"Sure you do, Mr. Carl."

Now Carl started to sweat. How could Jessie know about 
the hypnosis, unless...

"I see you, sir. I've watched you doing things to Miss 
Catherine that she ain't aware of."

"And how do you know she's not aware of them," he 
conceded. Apparently Jessie had witnessed him and his 
wife, without him knowing it.

"I heard you, sir. You told Miss Catherine that she 
wouldn't remember anything the two of you did each 
night. I listened real good, sir. I know what you do 
each night, but I'm not sure how you did it. I want you 
to show me. Please."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I'll just have to do the same thing to her, sir. 
But I'll tell her that she'll remember it all and then 
we'll see what happens."

Carl knew he was in a tight spot on this one. He loved 
having Catherine do things every night, and then wake 
up in the morning and be totally unaware of it the next 
day. He'd had a hard enough time keeping this all to 
himself to begin with, but now, with Jessie knowing all 
about it, he had to do something. But what?

"Can we talk about this, Jessie?"

"Sure, Mr. Carl. We can talk about it. How about right 
now, down at my place?"

"Sure Jessie. That'll be fine with me. Let me take my 
things to the house and let Catherine know where I'll 
be. I'll just tell her that you and I have some talking 
to do. I'm sure she'll understand."

"Fine sir, I'll be waiting for you." With that said 
Jessie turned back towards the garage and moved on to 
the building where he stayed. He'd wait there for Carl 
to show up and then the two of them would do things 
other then just talking. He'd already come up with a 
plan and now all he had to do was implement it. He 
wouldn't mind waiting at all.

Catherine met him at the door, wearing nothing but a 
smile. It was one of the programs he'd used on her for 
the times he had to go out of town on business. This 
way he knew she'd be waiting for him, ready for a hot 
session in their bedroom. Tonight though, he'd have to 
wait until he got done at Jessie's place.

"Catherine, I want you to go to the bedroom and wait on 
the bed for me. I have some things to take care with 
Jessie and I want you to be ready when I get back."

"Yes, dear," Catherine answered. "Can I play while I 
wait?"

What she meant was, could she use her toys while he was 
busy.

"Sure you can, dear. I want that pussy nice and wet and 
ready for me when I get there." He gave her a quick 
kiss on the cheek and then left and headed towards 
Jessie's place.

Fifteen minutes later he knocked on the front door and 
waited for Jessie to answer.

"Come in, Mr. Carl," he heard Jessie call.

He found Jessie waiting in the living room, apparently 
already for bed, since he was dressed in his night robe 
and slippers.

"You mind if I sit down, Jessie?"

"No, sir. Make yourself comfortable."

"How did you find out I'd hypnotized Catherine," he 
asked.

"It was accidental, sir. I was putting some things up 
in the shed out back of the house and I saw you come 
home one night. You looked mighty nervous to just be 
going into the house, like you had something on your 
mind, or that you'd done something wrong and didn't 
want to be caught. Several times I noticed the same 
thing, so I decided to see what was going on. At first 
I thought you might be seeing someone while you were 
away, but I thought about it and realized that you and 
Miss Catherine had a good marriage. 

That's when I decided to follow you up to the house and 
sneak inside to see what was happening.

"I used my passkey Miss Catherine gave me and opened 
the door and followed the sounds that led me to the 
kitchen and I listened as you told her to get 
undressed. Then I heard you tell her to sit on the sofa 
and to undo your pants, followed by the thud as your 
pants hit the floor. I worked my way up the hallway and 
to the living room. I wanted to see what was 
happening."

Carl sat there, listening as Jessie told him of a night 
years in the past. He could still remember it himself, 
like it had just happened yesterday.

"I had a good view of the two of you, her sitting there 
and you standing in front of her with yourself exposed 
right in front of her face. I'll tell you, sir, I got a 
hard on just watching what happened next." Jessie 
shifted in his seat as his cock got hard relating the 
story to Carl. The front of his robe began to tent as 
he talked.

He noticed that Carl had seen it as well.

"Good!" he thought.

"I watched as you let your wife suck your cock, your 
uncut cock, Carl," he continued. "I knew I'd probably 
get in trouble for watching if I was to get caught, but 
at that particular time I couldn't have cared less. I 
pulled out my uncut cock and jerked off while I 
watched. Not that I came, cause I didn't. I knew that 
if I did there would be evidence I'd been there and it 
would've been hard to clean up without your or Miss 
Catherine hearing the noises. 

"I watched as you leaned over and used your hand 
between her legs and I still watched as you shot your 
load into her mouth and saw strings of your cum 
dripping out of her mouth. I have to tell you, Mr. 
Carl, that was a pretty sight to behold. Yes sir, it 
really was."

Jessie had already decided not to tell Carl that he'd 
already tasted and fucked his wife. He'd save that bit 
of news for a time when he'd really need it. Right now 
he was the only one to know it and he intended to keep 
it to himself for as long as possible. For what he had 
in mind it would be enough to make Carl think that he'd 
be able to fuck his wife anytime he wanted to. He 
wouldn't even let Carl know that he knew the code word 
to get Catherine started. Again, that would be his 
secret.

"Now you know what I wanted to tell you, Mr. Carl."

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, sir, I want you to get undressed and do to me 
what you have her do to you. That's what I'd like for 
right now."

To say Carl was shocked would be an understatement. 
He'd never thought that Jessie would try to use this to 
his advantage, or to blackmail him. Then again, he 
should have figured it out while Jessie was telling him 
all this.

"You want me to what?" he asked.

"I want you to come over here, get down on your knees 
in front of me, take out my uncut, black cock, and suck 
it, just like you had Miss Catherine do for your."

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Because if you don't I'll show Miss Catherine the 
pictures of you sucking her pussy, her sucking your 
cock, and you fucking her. That's why." Now Jessie 
didn't have any pictures, but just by telling the 
story, and seeing that Carl knew he was telling the 
truth, but Carl didn't have to know that. Did he? Nope, 
sure didn't.

"WHAT PICTURES? You didn't say anything about taking 
pictures."

"Oh, didn't I? My mistake. I couldn't let you know that 
I had you by the balls, now could I? I had to have some 
sort of leverage against you, and those pictures are 
just that. What do you think Miss Catherine would do if 
she knew you took advantage of her? I know her feelings 
towards sex, Mr. Car. We all do.

Don't we? She's made it clear enough over all these 
years, hasn't she? And you used that against her by 
hypnotizing her and making her do things she wouldn't 
do if she was aware of it."

Carl knew he was in a bind now. How in the hell had 
this gotten so far? So out of hand? Out of control was 
more like it.

"Why would I want to suck your cock, Jessie?'

"Well, you see, it's like this. I've always been a cock 
sucker myself and I've been needin' some relief, just 
like you. But there's no one around that I can go to. 
And unlike you I wouldn't take advantage of someone who 
wasn't aware of what was going on. As I see it, you're 
the only candidate around these parts, and you'll know 
what's happening, won't you? I won't have to do things 
to you, or you to me, that you're not completely aware 
of. Makes it so much better for both of us." 

Carl had no idea that Jessie was lying to him though 
and his mind raced to come up with something to get out 
of all this. The only thing he had to offer was the 
services of his wife, but he couldn't do that to her.

Sure, he used his advantage to get what he wanted, but 
he just couldn't bring himself to offer Catherine to 
another man, even is she wouldn't know it was 
happening. He couldn't.

"Are you sure that's all you want me to do?"

"Yes, Mr. Carl. That's all. Just some cock sucking."

"You're not going to want to fuck my ass, are you? 
Because if you are then I'll tell you to go to hell 
right now and to get off my property."

"You mean Miss Catherine's property, don't you? After 
all it was her daddy who left it to her, not to you."

Once again Jessie had him by the balls. It was true 
that the land and everything else belonged to his wife 
and not him. "DAMN," he thought. How did he know that?"

As if reading Carl's mind, Jessie said, "You forget, 
Mr. Carl, I used to work for her daddy before he 
passed.

I know a lot of things you don't."

"And just how DO you know that, Jessie?"

"Who do you think satisfied me for a long time before 
he passed?" he smiled.

"You don't mean..."

"Yes sir, I DO mean. Mr. James and I would suck each 
others cocks for a long time and for many years.

Why, I even got to fuck Mrs. James on occasion, but she 
knew what she was doing and gladly let me fuck her 
while her husband watched. She'd even sit on the bed 
while we sucked each other off and take both of us into 
her mouth when it was time for us to shoot our loads. 
Yes sir, there's a lot of things that you don't know, 
Mr. Carl. A lot of things."

That revelation almost caused Carl to fall out of his 
seat. He'd had no idea that Jessie and played around

with both of Catherine's parents. It was something that 
never would've entered his thoughts.

He got up from his seat and began to remove his 
clothes, first his shirt, then his shoes and finally 
his pants, leaving him standing there with nothing on 
but his socks and boxers, with his steadily hardening 
cock starting to poke through the opening of his 
shorts. Once he looked up at Jessie he found that the 
man had opened his robe, revealing his naked, black 
body with his uncut cock already standing at attention, 
waiting for him to get to the business at hand.

"You waiting for an invitation, Mr. Carl? If you are, 
here it is," he pointed to his hard cock, waiting for 
him to lower his hot mouth and make contact for the 
first time.

"Do I have to do this?"

"Yes, you do. I hold all the cards to this one, sir, 
and you will do what I ask you to do. I'm not going to 
tell you. I want you to do this because you want to. 
I'm not like some of those country niggers who demand 
you do something. I'm a nice guy and I will only ask 
you to do this. I want you to do it because you want to 
and because you know what will happen if you don't. Do 
I make myself understood, Mr. Carl?"

"Yes, you do, Jessie."

With that said, Carl dropped to his knees and took hold 
of Jessie's cock. It was the first cock he'd felt that 
wasn't his own. He knew how his hard cock felt, but 
this was new to him and, like his wife earlier, he 
noticed the velvety feeling of the hard cock he now 
held. He also noticed the ample abundance of foreskin, 
like his own. Only Jessie's skin was much longer and 
his cock about an inch or two bigger then he was, and 
he'd measured himself at almost 10 inches. He lowered 
his head and stuck out his tongue, probing the loose 
folds of skin and sticking it into the skin until he 
felt the sponge-like head of Jessie's cock.

Even the texture of his cock head felt different. But 
then again, he'd never had a cock in his mouth before, 
so the texture was something he'd never experienced 
before. He sucked the loose skin into his mouth and 
felt it slide down the back of his throat, but he was 
surprised that his gag reflex didn't kick in. Later, 
when he tried to get the cock that far back into his 
mouth that reflex would kick in and he'd have to pull 
off and start over again.

While he licked between the skin and cock head he used 
his other hand to gently stroke Jessie to an even 
harder state. It just amazed him that something that 
felt so soft could be so hard, but then again, he'd 
always wondered that about himself when he jacked off. 
Twice he had to release Jessie's cock and start again, 
pulling all that skin back onto the stalk of the cock 
until it was all behind his cock head. 

Then he'd start bobbing his head up and down on the 
shaft, taking as much into his mouth as he could. Once 
he'd learned how far he could swallow the cock he was 
careful not to gag again. After a couple of minutes he 
got a rhythm going and was beginning to like sucking a 
cock. He started to move his head around as he sucked, 
and pretty soon his own saliva was running down the 
shaft and collecting on his fist and the loose skin. 
Pretty soon it was even dribbling down on Jessie's 
balls.

He pulled off the cock and looked down at the plumb-
sized balls hanging below his fist. It was then that he 
noticed Jessie didn't have any hair around the base of 
his cock or on his balls. It reminded him of 
Catherine's shaved pussy, and he found that he liked it 
very much.

Jessie had taken the idea from Catherine, in fact. Once 
he'd gotten a taste of her bald pussy he was determined 
to shave himself and to keep it that way. He found that 
he liked the 'freshness' of it and it didn't bother him 
at all to keep shaven.

"Stand up, Mr. Carl. Let me see your hard cock and feel 
it in my mouth. You shouldn't be the only one to enjoy 
himself. After all, I love to suck a cock and it's been 
a while since I've had one to play with."

Carl reluctantly removed the cock from his mouth, 
licking up the clear pearls of pre cum as he did. He'd 
been looking forward to tasting his first load of 
another man's cum. He knew already what he tasted like.

After all, he'd jerked off for years and had eaten his 
own loads for some time. He had wanted to see if 
Jessie's cum was as good as his.

"Don't worry, Mr. Carl, you'll get your share of my cum 
before you go back to the house. I promise you that." 
Again, it was like Jessie was reading his mind.

As he stood up Jessie got his first close-up view of 
Carl's uncut cock. Like his, it was rock hard and he 
could feel that stiffness when he wrapped his fingers 
around it for the first time. The contrast of his black 
fingers against this white cock still amazed him. Mr. 
James' cock was much like Mr. Carl's, only Mr. James' 
cock was smaller. Longer, but smaller in girth and he 
was circumcised, too. He could easily take all of Mr. 
James' cock down his throat with no problems but he 
knew he'd have to get use to this one before he tried 
to take it all. He had plenty of time though to work on 
it.

In one swoop he took half of Mr. Carl's cock into his 
mouth, forcing his tongue into the opening of his 
foreskin, feeling around the cock head below the skin. 
Besides sucking pussy, sucking cock was the thing he 
liked most. Yes, he was going to enjoy all the time he 
and Mr. Carl would be spending with each other.

He bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more of 
Carl's cock into his mouth and the beginning of his 
throat. He was now confident that before the night was 
over he'd be getting his nose down to the pubic hair. 
Using both hands he jacked the cock, feeling the 
foreskin slide down and over the cock head then up and 
over it again. He loved the feel of the skin as it 
moved against the cock head and he was soon tasting the 
beginnings of Carl's pre cum as well. With some 
reluctance he pulled off the cock and looked up at 
Carl.

"I want you to join me in my bedroom, please. I think 
it's time we both enjoyed each other at the same time. 
It'll be more comfortable on the bed though, instead of 
in here on the floor."

Carl followed him to the bedroom, where he removed the 
rest of his clothing and Jessie came out of his robe 
and slippers for the first time. He watched Jessie get 
on the bed and settle in the middle of his king-sized 
mattress and motioned for him to join him there. With 
no hesitation he did just that and then they turned 
around so that they each had a hard cock in their 
faces, knowing what was expected to be done. Without 
the hesitation he's shown earlier, Carl took the black 
uncut cock into his mouth and started off where he'd 
left off. This time there was more pre cum to enjoy and 
it was quickly lapped up and sucked down his throat. 

He felt Jessie do the same thing to him and shut his 
eyes and enjoyed the feeling of another man's mouth on 
him. He had to admit to himself that he'd always been 
curious to try this, but had never had the gumption, or 
the balls, to actually ask someone to let him do it. He 
guessed that it was really every man's dream and desire 
to witness what it actually felt like to have another 
man suck his cock and to also suck one as well. He knew 
that Jessie wouldn't have to ask him again, too. He'd 
gladly meet with the man and suck his cock all he 
wanted to. Just as long as Jessie was willing to return 
the favor. 

Jessie sucked Carl until he knew he wouldn't be able to 
stop him from shooting his load into his mouth.

In fact, that's just what he wanted. He wanted Carl to 
shoot a huge load of his cum into his mouth and down 
his throat. He wanted it more then he'd wanted to fuck 
Catherine. So he continued to keep up the pressure with 
is mouth, taking the cock as deeply as he could, 
knowing that the friction the back of his throat caused 
would only increase the need to shoot. Before long he 
got his reward.

"I'm CUMMMING!" Carl hollered as he pulled his mouth 
off Jessie's cock. "Man, suck that cock, Jessie! SUCK 
IT!!"

It's a good thing Jessie's house is far from the main 
one. Because surely Catherine would've been able to 
hear that one!

Carl stuffed his mouth full of black cock and sucked 
like Jessie had sucked him. He didn't even realize it, 
but he'd also gotten all of Jessie's cock down his 
throat and he was unknowingly using the same technique 
Jessie had use on him. In only a matter of minutes 
Jessie was shooting his load down his throat, too. 

Unlike Carl, Jessie didn't holler out. He merely lay 
there and enjoyed the feeling of draining his cock into 
another man's mouth once more. Yes, this was going to 
be a very mutual thing for the two of them for some 
time.

He pulled out of Carl's mouth, leaving a string of cum 
the finally broke and settled on the man's chin and 
neck. Using his fingers he scooped it up and licked 
them off, enjoying the taste of his own juices, too.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand he was surprised 
to see that what he'd thought had been hours of cock 
sucking had indeed been only 45 minutes. 

"Time does fly when you're having fun," he thought, and 
he knew more fun was in the future. 

Hopefully the future would hold sessions with not only 
Catherine and Carl, but with each of them at the same 
time. It would take some convincing to get Carl to 
agree to it, especially after what he'd told him 
earlier, but he was sure he could convince the man to 
let him fuck his wife and make it sound like it was his 
idea in the first place.

Time would tell though. Time would tell.


Chapter 4
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When Carl got back to the house he found Catherine 
lying in the bed, busy fucking herself with her newest 
cucumber. He stood in the doorway and enjoy the view.

"She's becoming a real slut," he thought. "It's a shame 
she'll never know it though."

On the bed Catherine continued with her cucumber, not 
realizing she now had an audience. She'd decided to 
play with herself while her husband was gone. After 
all, Carl had told her to enjoy herself while he 
attended to some business with Jessie, so that's just 
what she did.

As he watched his wife Carl decided it was time to once 
again get out of his clothes, so he began to strip 
while he stood there. By the time his pants and shorts 
were gone his cock was again rock hard and wanting some 
attention. He never realized he could get hard again so 
quickly after shooting a load, but it was going to be 
something he'd take advantage of in the future. He'd 
really enjoyed his session with Jessie and has 
surprised himself by liking the idea, and the actual 
deed, of sucking off another man. He had to admit to 
himself that he'd always wondered what it would be like 
to have a man suck his cock for him. He'd fantasized 
about it at times when he'd jack off, unable to get to 
Catherine in time to have her do it for him.

Catherine looked lovely, lying there on the bed with 
nothing on and her pussy shaved clean. He was glad he'd 
thought of that one. Now, if only he had the courage to 
shave himself. Perhaps one of these days. Heck, he 
might even get his wife to shave him. That would be 
something to behold. Watching as his lovely wife 
trimmed his pubic hair and then shaved his cock and 
balls. Definitely something to consider in the future. 
If Catherine's pussy felt so good without any hair, he 
could imagine what his cock and balls would feel like 
without any hair down there.

He finally entered the room and called to his wife.

"Catherine?" he called.

Immediately she opened her eyes and beheld Carl's naked 
body standing at the side of the bed, his cock at 
attention, begging to be sucked. She forgot the 
cucumber in her pussy, leaving it there, and moved 
towards Carl, taking his hard cock into her mouth 
without even asking if that's what he wanted. It was 
what she wanted, so she was going to do it.

She swirled her tongue around his uncut cock head, 
tasting it for the first time in over a week. Then she 
stuck her tongue down into the foreskin and licked 
around the head, savoring all the tastes beneath his 
excess skin. Then she poked into his piss hole, trying 
to suck out his cum, causing him to shiver slightly, 
wanting badly to empty another load from his balls.

While she sucked his cock she looked up into her 
husband's face, seeing his approval for what she was 
doing for him. That alone caused her to increase her 
sucking, wanting all the more to taste his cum.

She pushed her head down further onto the hard cock, 
taking all of him into her mouth. She loved to feel his 
cock head bang against the back of her throat and she'd 
finally gotten to the point where she could deep throat 
him without setting off her gag reflex. She'd also 
learned to hold her head back a little, thus allowing 
his cock easier access into her throat.

As she bobbed on his cock she could begin to taste his 
pre cum, knowing that it wouldn't be long now before he 
was ready to shoot his load into her mouth, and she 
tried all the harder to make that happen.

Watching her suck his cock Carl found himself wondering 
what Catherine would look like with Jessie's huge cock 
pumping into her pussy. He'd never thought of that 
before, but for some reason, after having Jessie suck 
his cock, the thought came to him and he began to 
ponder what it would look like. He also wondered if 
Jessie would be willing to fu ck his wife, while he 
watched, of course. He had to admit to himself, he 
liked the idea and just the thought of watching another 
man fu ck his wife excited him all the more. Especially 
if that man were black!

Catherine pulled off his cock, looked up at him, and 
told him, "I want you to shoot your cum into my mouth, 
Carl."

Who was he to refuse?

Taking his cock into his hand be began to jerk off, as 
Catherine's attention turned to his balls and she began 
to lick and suck on them. He knew he was close to 
shooting again, and he loved the idea that Catherine 
wanted him to unload into her mouth, as he had so many 
times in the past.

It didn't take long before she got her wish and the 
first shot hit her right on the tip of her tongue, and 
with that she swallowed his cock again and felt the 
next shot go deep into her belly, bypassing her tongue 
and going straight down her throat. The next show was 
received on the back of her tongue and she licked her 
lips, showing Carl what he'd just shot off, then she 
swallowed it and again took his cock into her mouth, 
ready again to receive the next few shots.

She wasn't disappointed, either.

They both collapsed on the bed after that, with Carl 
turning so that he was on his back, right next to 
Catherine. With one hand he tweaked her hard nipples 
and with the other flicked her clitoris, causing her to 
shiver with her first orgasm of the night.

Once he'd regained his composure he got off the bed, 
knelt at the mattress, and began to lick and suck on 
the bald pussy before him. 

"Shame there's no cum in there," he thought as he began 
to eat his wife out.

Since sucking off Jessie he found that he liked the 
taste of cum, including his own, and could hardly wait 
to taste more, whether it be his or Jessie's. Didn't 
matter to him. In fact, once again the thought of 
Jessie fucking Catherine, and leaving his cum in her 
for him to suck out, entered his mind.

"Damn! I'm really going to have to touch base with 
Jessie on this one. I would imagine he's love to fuck a 
white woman for a change." He never would know that 
Jessie had already sampled Catherine with both his 
mouth and his uncut cock.

Carl continued to suck Catherine's pussy until he got 
her to climax 3 times, then he crawled up on the bed 
and fell asleep. He'd plant a suggestion in his wife's 
mind the next morning, before he had to leave town on 
another business meeting. 

Carl sat at the table the next morning, waiting for 
Catherine to get out of the shower and come down 
stairs. While he waited he fixed his usual breakfast 
fare, toast with peanut butter, a glass of orange juice 
and a small glass of Oceanographer juice.

Ten minutes later he heard the water shut off and knew 
it would probably be another ten minutes or so before 
his wife joined him. After all, it took her almost 
three times the time it took him to get ready every 
morning, what with all her makeup and such.

Twelve minutes later Catherine joined him at the table, 
a smile on her face. She was still under the control 
he'd exercised on her last night before going to 
Jessie's place.

"Catherine?"

"Yes," she answered slowly.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Very much Carl, you know I love it when you let me 
suck your cock and then you suck my pussy."

"I'm glad you like it, too, dear. Listen, would you 
like to do something for me while I'm gone?"

"Gone? Don't tell me you've got another business 
meeting to go to! You just got home yesterday!"

"I know, dear, but the boss wants me to close this deal 
before the end of next week. It'll mean a huge bonus 
for me at the end of the year, too."

Catherine sat there and actually pouted. "But I'll miss 
you so much!"

"And I'll miss you just as much, dear, but it's got to 
be done. Think you can handle things here again while 
I'm gone? I know it's a lot to ask, but I know you're 
up to it."

"Sure, Carl. Not much to handle though. Jessie 
practically runs the place. I don't know what we'd do 
without him. I'm so glad you let me hire him, too. He 
worked so hard for Daddy and Mama, so I knew we'd be 
able to trust him."

"If you only knew," he thought to himself.

"Buttermilk," he said.

He watched as Catherine's chin rested on her chest, 
just above her already pointed nipples, which were 
poking out from her blouse.

"I want you to do me a favor while I'm gone, 
Catherine."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I want you to be very nice to Jessie. I mean a special 
nice. Do you understand what I'm asking you to do, 
dear?"

"You want me to treat Jessie special. Like I treat you 
special?"

"Yes. Like you treat me special," he answered.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Just do to Jessie what you let me do to you while I'm 
gone. I want him to think that you came up with the 
idea and that I had no influence on your decision at 
all. Do you understand?"

"Do you want me to suck his cock? Do you want me to 
fuck him? Do you want me to let him suck my pussy and 
my hard nipples?" While she asked these questions her 
hands went to her chest and she began to tweak her own 
nipples, getting them harder then they already were.

"Yes! That's exactly what I want you to do, Catherine. 
You'll not remember it, of course, but when I get home 
you'll be able to tell me what happened and how much 
you enjoyed it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I'm to let Jessie fuck me, suck me 
and I'm to suck him and fu ck him and then tell you all 
about it when you get home. How many times do you want 
me to do this?"

"As many times as you like. But you will not, I repeat, 
YOU WILL NOT let Jessie fuck you in the ass.

Is that understood?"

"Jessie is not to fuck me in the ass. Yes. I 
understand."

"Good. Now, when I count to three you'll wake up all 
refreshed. One... Two... Three!"

"I feel so good today, Carl. I must have slept like a 
baby last night."

"You were already sleeping when I got back from 
Jessie's last night, so I let you sleep and didn't 
disturb you."

"Thank you, Carl. That was nice of you. I've been 
unusually tired the last week or so. I guess I have a 
hard time sleeping when you're not here. Sure was nice 
to have you in bed with me again last night."

"I like it when we sleep together, but I do wish you'd 
let me do something..."

"Stop it right there, mister." Her tone of voice was 
something he'd come to recognize when the subject of 
sex came up.

"You know that isn't going to happen. I love you 
dearly, Carl, but I will not do something that is 
against the way I feel. Why do you think we don't have 
any children, Carl? I don't like sex! I don't want sex!

I will not even discuss sex! I thought I'd made myself 
quite clear on that subject, yet you keep on insisting 
on bringing it up. When will you stop?"

"Well, I guess I never will stop. Unlike you, I like 
sex. I want to have sex with my wife! If only you'd 
understand that!"

"Are you having an affair on me, Carl?"

He was even shocked to realize she'd thought of that.

"Hell, no! I don't need to have an affair! I love you, 
Catherine, even though you won't have sex with me.

That doesn't mean that I'm going to find it elsewhere 
though. When I get horny enough I can jack off all by 
myself, without having to get someone else to do it for 
me."

"Such language, Carl!"

"Well that's the way it is, Catherine."

"But why would you talk to me that way?"

"Because you asked!" he almost hollered at her. He 
regained his composure though and calmed down before he 
spoke to her again.

"Listen, Catherine. Sex is something married couples do 
all the time. It's only natural for them to want to 
have sex with their mates. I honestly don't know what 
your parents did to you to make you hate even the 
thought of having sex, but damn it! I'm your husband 
and it's my right to expect my wife to satisfy me on 
occasion!"

He almost got up and stomped out of the room, but by 
the expression on her face he could tell that her 
feelings had been hurt by the language he used, as well 
as the tone of his voice.

"Listen, Catherine. I love you. Only you. I don't even 
want to think of having sex with anyone other then you. 
It wouldn't be right! I can live with this though. If 
that's what you really want."

"It's what I want, Carl.

"I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings, dear, but sex is 
something I can live without. I hope you'll one day 
understand that. If I were in your place, and you 
didn't like sex, I'd do my best to understand your 
feelings and I'd try not to pressure you into something 
you don't feel good doing."

Just the there was a knock on the back door and a 
couple of minutes later Jessie entered through the 
kitchen. He could tell something important was being 
discussed though, and he made his apologies.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked.

"No," Catherine answered. "Our conversation is over." 
She looked at her husband, and smiled. "I really do 
hope you can understand the way I feel, Carl." She 
kissed him on the cheek and left the room, heading 
upstairs to the bedroom.

All Carl could do was sit there and shake his head.

"Some understanding would be nice," he said, almost to 
himself. Unfortunately, Jessie heard him and questioned 
him about it.

"You and Miss Catherine having some problems, Mr. 
Carl?" he asked.

"Nothing I can't handle, Jessie," he replied.

Jessie pulled up a chair and poured himself a cup of 
coffee, as he'd done every morning for the past 30 
years. He'd been so much a part of the family that he 
still took advantage of the situation, and no one 
complained at all. He fit in here and he wanted to 
continue to fit in.

He looked at Carl, trying to read the expressions on 
the man's face.

"You ok," he asked.

Carl looked up at him, a surprised look on his face.

"You mean about last night?" he asked.

"Yes. About last night."

"I'm fine with it, Jessie. Yes, I liked it, too."

"I did, too, Mr. Carl. You're not mad at me?"

"Mad? No. I'm not mad. It's not like it's something I 
hadn't thought about doing myself. I just never had the 
balls to actually do it."

"So, you'd be ok with getting with me another time, for 
a repeat performance?"

"Sure, Jessie. I'd like that. Right now though I gotta 
get my things packed and head out for another business 
meeting."

"You going to be gone long this time, Mr. Carl?"

"About two weeks this time, Jessie. Got to get this all 
finished before the holidays and back home again. I 
have a surprise for the misses and I want to be here 
for the holiday and give it to her myself."

"Mind sharing what that surprise is?"

"Well, if you must know, I got her a dog as a companion 
for when I do have to go out of town. I want her to 
feel protected while I'm not here." He noticed the hurt 
expression on Jessie's face after he'd said it.

"Hey, Jessie, I know you're here, but I'd feel better. 
Especially at night when she's in the house all by 
herself."

"Doesn't hurt my feelings none. In fact, I think it's a 
good idea. These days you never know what might happen 
anymore. Seems like crime is up way too much these days 
and it never hurts to protect your loved ones. I think 
she'd like a dog. What kind you getting her?"

"I thought of a Doberman, but then I thought she might 
be scared by him, so I got her a Great Dane instead. 
They're gentle with their owners and their size should 
deter someone of even thinking of doing something once 
they see him."

"So, he's a puppy then?"

"Actually, he's almost a year old. The owner is having 
to move to California for his job and will have to get 
an apartment. He found out he wouldn't be able to take 
King with him, so I told him I'd make sure he had a 
good home."

"Mighty nice of you, sir. Yep. I think Miss Catherine 
is gonna like that dog." Already the gears in Jessie's 
mind were beginning to work up a plan, both for the dog 
and Miss Catherine. And, with Mr. Carl gone for weeks 
at a time, he'd have plenty of time to set it all in 
motion. He had no idea that Carl had already implanted 
the idea of Catherine fucking and sucking him off while 
he was gone for the next two weeks. And no idea that 
Catherine would be the one to ask him to let her do it, 
either.

Carl was gone for only two days when his suggestion to 
Catherine took root.

The evening of the second day she called Jessie to the 
main house, on the assumption that he'd be dining with 
her that evening. 

He was totally unprepared for what he'd encounter once 
he got there.

Catherine as going to go all out on this. She'd already 
decided that when she opened the door to welcome Jessie 
into the house that she'd be standing there with 
nothing but a grin on her face, her naked body staring 
him right in the face. Then she'd grab him by his 
crotch and drag him to the next room where she'd take 
off his clothes so that she could finally see the 
package he had to offer her.

She was already wet just thinking about it.

As he stood in the doorway his thoughts were actually 
on the meal to come. He wondered if she'd fixed his 
favorites and could already taste them in him mind. He 
had other plans for the evening, but those could wait 
till after the meal was finished.

Unknown to him, the meal was simply a ruse to get him 
to the house.

Catherine was in her bedroom when she heard the knock 
on the door. She knew at a time like this that Jessie 
would wait for her to answer the door. After all, he 
was invited this time, and not to be treated as a 
member of the family. 

It was rare for Jessie to be invited to a meal, 
especially with Mr. Carl out of town, but he knew what 
he was expected to do, so he waited for Miss Catherine 
to answer the door and let him in.

Just as his patience was about to run out he heard the 
lock being unlatched and watched as the door was drawn 
opened. The shock of what he saw was so total that he 
was completely speechless.

Right there in front of him stood Miss Catherine, 
without a stitch of clothing on.

Her nipples were standing at attention, begging for 
attention. She actually stood there tweaking those 
nipples with her fingers, silently inviting him into 
the house as she did so.

He entered without hesitation. His cock was already 
standing at attention, wanting attention of another 
kind.

"You like what you see, Jessie?" she asked him.

Again, the words wouldn't come to his mouth.

She looked at this crotch and said the only thing that 
came to her mind, "Is that a banana in your pocket, or 
are you glad to see me?"

He laughed at that one. He'd not heard it in a long 
time and, while it was an old cliche, it still fit the 
situation. After all, once he saw that naked body in 
front of him all his cock could do was get still in 
anticipation of what was yet to come.

He grabbed her hand, pressing it to his hard member and 
asked," What do you think, Miss Catherine?"

"I think it's something I need to take care of right 
away, don't you?"

"I sure do."

On the way to the living room, dinner completely 
forgotten ("If there ever was to be a dinner," he 
thought) by now. The only thing that mattered was his 
hard cock and the naked body pulling him into the 
house, towards the living room.

Once in the big room Catherine fell to her knees, 
pulled Jessie closer, tugged open his pants, dropped 
them to the floor, followed by his boxers, thus 
releasing his hard cock. With no hesitation whatsoever 
she covered his cock head with her mouth and began to 
suck as if her life depended on getting him to shoot 
his load into her hot mouth. In truth, that's exactly 
what he wanted to do, too.

As she sucked his uncut cock her other hand rolled his 
balls between her fingers, causing more desires to make 
themselves known to him. He felt her tongue as it 
insinuated itself between his loose skin and his cock 
head, driving the tip of her tongue into his piss hole. 
Then she sucked as hard as she could, coaxing his pre 
cum from his balls where she could finally get a taste 
of it.

"It's a shame she doesn't remember our first time 
together," he thought.

Then he wondered if Carl had put this idea into her 
head. Had to be, especially since he knew her 
predilection towards sex. Silently he thanked Carl for 
this and was determined to show him how thankful he was 
once he got home. He'd give him a blow job like he'd 
never done for another man, and it would be one for the 
books, too. But right now he intended to enjoy whatever 
it was Miss

Catherine had in mind for tonight.

Right now, along with sucking his cock and playing with 
his huge balls, she was also moving her other hand to 
where she could stick a finger up his ass.

A look of surprise registered on his face at the first 
penetration, but he was glad she was doing it, as he 
liked something up his ass on occasion. He'd even been 
know to take a cock up there, when the time was right 
and he was with someone he really liked. It hadn't 
happened too often, but then again, living on the 
grounds like this his exposure to other males was 
limited and of all the men he did get with only one had 
fit that bill. But that had been Catherine's father at 
the time. It had been a relationship that had lasted 
for almost 25 years and had continued till the old man 
had died years earlier. He still missed Mr. James at 
times.

He watched as his cock disappeared into Miss 
Catherine's mouth, still amazed at the contrast of his 
black skin and her white skin. The thrill of actually 
having a white women suck his cock and let him fuck 
her, too, was still strong. His memories of that night 
a couple of weeks ago was still fresh and he'd thought 
about it often during the past weeks, wishing he had 
another chance to fuck this woman.

Catherine's mind wondered as she sucked Jessie. 
Something was nagging at the back of her mind.

It was like she'd done this before. The texture of his 
uncut cock felt familiar, as did the taste of his pre 
cum. Memories kept flashing in the back of her mind but 
never stayed there long enough to completely register. 
Perhaps she'd only dreamed of one day sucking a black 
cock, and then fucking one, too. Her memories were 
foggy and she didn't linger on them too long, wanting 
to fill this sudden desire in her body to do this to 
Jessie. For some reason she felt compelled to suck this 
black cock.

Her juices were running down her inner legs as she 
continued to suck, drawing the cock back into her 
throat, as she'd done with Carl the night before. Now 
memories of doing this to Carl were also starting to 
enter her mind. And, once more, she dismissed them as 
only dreams.

In her current state of mind she didn't realize that in 
real life she couldn't stand the thought of sex, 
whether it be with a white man or a black one. All she 
could think of right now was getting this black cock to 
shoot it's load into her mouth where she could taste it 
and swallow it all. All her body wanted at this time 
was this black cock in her mouth and later deep in her 
pussy.

Again, she deep throated the cock and sucked his loose 
skin down the back of her throat, feeling it slide down 
behind her tongue. Then she'd use her hands to pull the 
skin back down the shaft until it pulled out of her 
throat and she could feel the end on the flat part of 
her tongue and then she'd suck on it for a while, using 
it like a straw to pull out the pre cum that had 
already leaked from his balls. 

She'd pull the skin further back down the shaft, 
waiting till it was just about to uncover his cock head 
and she'd insinuate her tongue between the cock head 
and the loose skin, making her tongue feel confined 
between them. She then wiggle it and lick up the excess 
cum that had finally begun to make itself known at the 
end of his cock head. For some reason she felt like 
she'd already tasted Jessie's load, but it didn't stop 
her and she devoured the cum as it was released. 
Finally she got enough suction on his cock that it 
would only be minutes before she felt his load 
displayed on her tongue and in her mouth. 

Her pussy got wetter with the thought and she soon had 
one hand between her legs, pinching her clit as she 
sucked on the cock.

When she realized he was about to shoot his load, 
Catherine pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the 
first blast hit her right in her face. The warm feeling 
of his cum excited her and, with the friction of her 
fingers on her clit, she came for the first time. Her 
juices were really flowing now and it would make his 
entry into her much easier. Right now though her only 
thoughts were of draining his cock with her mouth 
first.

After the first shot she quickly popped his cock into 
her mouth again, this time getting met with a stream of 
cum that missed the back of her tongue and went 
straight down her throat, filling her stomach with it's 
warmness and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.

The next few shots landed on her tongue and she 
swallowed it greedily, wanting more and more. She got 
three more shots before his balls drained and is cock 
started to deflate. Still she continued to suck, not 
wanting the erection to go. Finally she gave in though, 
when it was apparent that no matter how hard she sucked 
it just wasn't going to stay hard. But, given time and 
some rest, she knew he'd get it up again in time to 
fuck her with it.

Standing in front of him she opened her mouth, to allow 
him to see the traces of his juices still in her mouth. 

He grabbed her and pulled her closer, planting a kiss 
on those luscious lips of hers. 

She felt his tongue enter her mouth and swirl around 
inside, collecting as much of the remains of his cum as 
he could. Then he backed up, opened his mouth so she 
could see it inside his mouth, and then he swallowed.

When she saw that she smiled at him and finished 
swallowing what was left in her mouth. 

Pulling her to the sofa he gently pushed her down until 
she was sitting in front of him, her head level with 
his crotch, but he wasn't wanting her to give him more 
oral stimulation. This time it was his turn to use his 
mouth on her. He pushed her back on the soft and then 
pulled her legs until her butt was sitting on the edge 
of the cushions, into a reclining position. Now her 
pussy was right in front of him and he spread her legs, 
pushing them back until her knees met the tips of her 
rock hard nipples, then he went to work enjoying the 
juices already streaking down her inner thighs.

He started licking at the back of her knees, where the 
trail of her juices stopped, and slowly and 
deliberately worked towards her crotch. Once he 
finished one leg he started at the same place on the 
other one. By the time he got to her crotch more juices 
were beginning to pool and he quickly lapped them up as 
well. When he finally got to her bald pussy, pulling 
open her outer lips, he was greeted with still more 
wetness.

He licked the outer lips first, never daring to 
actually enter her with his tongue until he was sure 
there was nothing remaining outside her pussy. When he 
was finished there he again pulled her open and 
concentrated on one lip at a time, licking into her and 
her inner lips, cleaning her up as he went.

After making sure he'd gotten it all there he placed 
his whole mouth on her hole and began to gently suck on 
both pair of lips, drawing more nectar from within.

The slickness of her bald pussy excited him like 
nothing else. While he enjoyed sucking on a pussy, 
whether or not it had hair, this was the first 
completely bald pussy he'd sucked for a long time, not 
counting his earlier encounter with her. There wasn't 
even any stubble to cause irritation on his mouth and 
tongue and he was thankful for that much. This way his 
enjoyment was total and his pleasuring much more fun.

Catherine moaned and rocked her hips with each 
penetration of his tongue into her pussy. When he'd 
licked her outer and inner lips it was all she could do 
to stay on the sofa and let him continue with his oral 
ministrations. His tongue felt so good inside her that 
she never wanted him to stop. She could actually feel 
the suction as he concentrated on her inner lips, and 
she thought she could also feel her juices being sucked 
out of her as well. She wondered how it could feel so 
good!

After getting Catherine to cum 3 times with his mouth 
he decided it was time to once again fuck her pussy. 
While it wouldn't be as tight as it was the first time, 
he was sure it would still feel snug and that she'd be 
so wet that his penetration this time would be like a 
knife cutting hot butter. He backed up on his knees and 
brought his once again hard cock up to her pussy lips.

From her position on the sofa, Catherine had a clear 
view of Jessie's black cock as he placed his uncut 
shaft against her lips. The she watched as he pulled 
his foreskin back to expose this purplish head, leaving 
some of his skin still on his cock head. She knew that 
once his head entered her all his skin would be 
puckered behind that cock head until he pulled out of 
her again. Then, once he started to pull out, his skin 
would once again begin to slowly cover his head and 
that excited her even more.

Jessie slowly pushed until his head disappeared into 
her. He watched her eyes as they widened and her pussy 
slowly adjusted to his size again and accepted him. She 
was unbelievably wet inside and there was almost no 
resistance to his penetration this time. She slid 
smoothly into her and once he was completely inside 
began to stroke in and out of her warmth and wetness. 
For the first few strokes it was like he was fucking a 
balloon filled with oil. There was little, if any, 
friction and that continued for the first strokes until 
the friction started to build and he soon felt his skin 
against the inside of her pussy.

Once more she started to moan and gyrate her hips, 
trying as hard as she could to pull him deeper into her 
hole. Finally she felt his cock head bump against her 
cervix and she knew for sure that he  could go no 
further. To do so he'd almost have to penetrate her 
cervix. 

Building up a steady stroking motion Jessie pounded 
into her wet hole and continued until he gave out of 
breath. He rested a few minutes and let her straighten 
out her legs, with him still inside her, to ease the 
cramps he felt she'd already been feeling since he 
started fucking into her. After a while of rest she let 
him know she was ready again by thrusting her hips up 
to his crotch, so he once again began to push his cock 
into her.

Reaching down between her legs, Catherine was able to 
feel his erection as he fucked into her. With each 
movement she could feel his foreskin withdraw and slide 
up the length of his shaft. Again and again she felt 
this and her pussy creamed even more. Finally she 
clamped her legs around his hips and thrust up to him 
one final time, triggering her last climax. When she 
came this time he did, too.

She could feel his shots deep inside her. Each shot 
slowly filled her pussy with his cream and finally he 
stopped thrusting, pushing in one last time. Then, 
holding her legs up, despite the cramps in them, he 
backed up, knelt down in front of her, and plastered 
his mouth to her hole and sucked all his cum out of her 
well used pussy.

Another climax racked her body and she finally sagged, 
limp, against the back of the sofa. She was completely 
worn out, but also completely satisfied.

Not that she'd remember any of it in the morning.


Chapter 5
---------

Two weeks after the unremembered encounter with Jessie, 
Catherine heard a knock on the front door and when she 
answered it she was surprised to find Jessie standing 
there, holding a large package in his arms.

"Good morning, Miss Catherine," Jessie greeted her. "I 
have something here for you. It's something special 
that your daddy and momma left for you."

"The did?" she replied.

"Yes, ma'am, they did. I was told not to give it to you 
until now though."

"I wonder why?"

"I have no idea," Jessie answered. "All I know is your 
daddy told me not to give it to you until he'd been 
gone a while. He even told me when he thought the time 
would be right."

"Why would he do something like that, Jessie?"

"I have no idea, Miss Catherine. I just told him I'd do 
whatever he wanted me to do."

"Well, you did work for them a long time, didn't you? 
I'm sure he had his reasons."

"Almost 40 years. And now, with the time I've spent 
with you and Mr. Carl, it's almost 60 years."

Catherine invited him into the house and they both went 
into the living room and she invited him to sit and 
talk to her for a while.

"I wonder why father would want to wait so long before 
I saw whatever it is in that box?"

"I have no idea," Jessie answered. 

Looking at the package she could see that it was sealed 
with tape, wrapped all around it and then wrapped 
around the package and the cover. When she looked 
closer she could see her father's signature written on 
the tape. She knew exactly what it was, too. It was his 
way of making sure the it wasn't opened before the 
appointed time. She'd seen him do many a package like 
that. It was just the way he did things.

"I've also got an envelope for you," said Jessie, 
holding out a sealed envelope with her name written on 
the front of it. Again, the signature underneath her 
name was that of her father.

As she took the envelope Jessie got up and let her know 
that he had some chores to finish and if she was to 
need him all she had to do was call him on his cell 
phone and he'd come back to the house.

Jessie already knew what was in the box and, as much as 
he wanted to be there to see her open it and witness 
the look on her face when she realized what it was, he 
also knew that she'd need time to consider what had 
just been divulged to her. He knew it would be a shock 
to her system, but he was determined to let her do this 
by herself. She needed to know what her parents had 
been into, and in order to do that she had to be alone 
to open the box and go through the contents.

Catherine saw him to the door and then returned to the 
living room. Once she sat down in her comfortable 
lounge chair she opened the letter and began to read:

"Catherine,

I know that what you're about to see is going to come 
as quite a shock to you, but I feel it's time to learn 
some of the things that went on around the house when 
your momma was still with us. Please, don't think bad 
of us. We went into this knowing full well what we were 
doing. It was something your mother and I wanted to do 
for a long time. Once we made up our minds there was 
nothing to hold us back. We enjoyed ourselves and we're 
hoping that this will ignite something inside you, to 
bring your feelings out into the open. 

Your mother and I raised you up to be proper, but we 
also realized, perhaps too late, that your primness 
would somehow hold you back, retard your growth as a 
woman. After you read this you'll find a similar letter 
from your mother. Please read it. I have no idea what 
she'll tell you, but please remember this - we both 
love you very much and we, especially your mother, feel 
guilty about the way we raised you. Especially after 
some of the things we did.

Father

***

"Just like my father," she thought. "He always referred 
to himself as 'Father'. Never 'daddy', but 'Father'.

Then she saw the letter from her mother, in her 
distinct cursive writing. She opened it and read it, 
too:

"Cathy,

First of all, I want to apologize to you for holding 
you back in your development. After the things your 
father and I went through I now realize I was wrong to 
teach you so many things that were wrong. I wanted you 
to be a woman and to do that I felt it was necessary to 
teach you that things such as sex for anything other 
then procreation was wrong. I now regret those 
decisions. Please, dear, don't judge your father and me 
too harshly. 

We did what we thought was right for you, at that time. 
Only after we started in our new lifestyle did I 
realize that I'd told you things that were wrong. I 
never intended to hurt you, or to stunt your 
development as a woman. Please look at the items your 
father and I have saved for you and I hope you'll come 
to understand what we both mean in these letters. We 
both love you very much, Cathy.

Momma

***

Catherine sat there holding the letters from both 
parents. She read and re-read each a couple of times, 
trying to guess at what they were trying to tell her. 
What was the deep secret they both had held from her? 
Would it change her life drastically? Would it change 
her life with Carl? What was it!? There was only one 
way to find out. She got up and went to the table where 
the box rested, looking at it like something terrible 
was hidden inside, even though she had absolutely no 
idea what was inside.

She went to the desk and got out the pair of scissors, 
went back to the box and cut the tape along the bottom 
of the lid. When the last piece of tape was severed the 
top puffed up a little bit, revealing to her that the 
box was packed to beyond full with whatever was inside. 
She pulled off the top and found what looked to be 
three photo albums inside, along with a couple of VHS 
tapes. She also found a couple more sealed letters, all 
of them addressed to her with the signatures of both 
her parents on them.

"It's funny," she thought, but in all the time I was 
with my parents I can never remember them calling 
themselves by their given names. It was always momma 
and father when I was around them. Betty and Edward 
were never used, unless they had company (which wasn't 
often)."

She noticed that the albums were numbered, 1,2, and 3. 
There were also some dates written on them.

Most were from at least 50 years ago and she wondered 
what could've happened way back then that would affect 
her life today. After all at her age it wasn't likely 
to mean a lot to her now. Still, why had her father 
wanted to wait till now for Jessie to give this all to 
her? She guessed that she'd find out soon enough.

Returning to her seat in the recliner, she opened the 
first album and the first thing she saw was a photo of 
her mother. But it wasn't like any picture of her 
mother she'd ever seen before. In this picture her 
mother was standing naked in front of the camera, 
standing in front of her bed. The next picture was even 
closer, showing her that her mother kept her mound 
shaved, just like she did. Was this something her 
mother wanted her to know about herself? She could only 
wonder. 

Flipping through more pages she found that all the 
pictures of her mother were in the nude. Not a stitch 
of clothing anywhere around, not even anything on the 
floor at her feet. Her mother would be in different 
poses, bending over and showing the cameraman her ass 
("Who was taking the pictures?" she wondered. Only 
later did it occur to her that it had been her father. 
"Who else could it have been?") Several others showed 
her lying on the bed and spreading her legs, using her 
hands to hold herself open, displaying the pinkness 
inside her vaginal lips.

Flipping more pages she soon found images of her mother 
stuffing things up inside her body, things from 
cucumbers to bananas and even a coke bottle! That 
surprised her to no end. The first album ended with 
those images.

Not realizing what was happening to her own body 
though, she was pinching her own nipples as she looked 
at her mother displaying her body and actually playing 
with herself. She was also getting wet between her 
legs, and an itchy feeling was beginning to crawl up 
her legs, ending at her vagina.

Getting up she got the next album and began to thumb 
through it, like she had the first one.

This album didn't show her mother until almost half way 
through it. 

This time the pictures she was looking at were those of 
her father, just as naked as her mother had been. 
Again, she noticed that her father kept his private 
areas shaved. The pictures showed him also bending over 
and showing off his naked ass to the photographer, 
supposedly her mother this time. There were also 
pictures of him poking things up his ass, much as her 
mother had stuffed things inside of her body.

Turning a page she found a hand holding her father's 
penis. It looked like her mother's hand, at least she 
hoped it was her mother's hand.

Several more showed the hand pulling on the penis she 
held, and when she turned the next page it showed her 
mother sitting next to him on the bed. She knew the 
younger woman was her mother, having seen pictures of 
her momma when she was younger. The page was turned and 
this time it showed her mother, with her father's penis 
in her mouth!

She almost dropped the album.

Taking another look it was as she first saw it. Her 
mother was indeed taking her father's penis into her 
mouth. And there were more pictures of her doing this. 
Then, with the turn of the next page, she found a 
picture of her father using his mouth on her mother's 
vagina! There was even a close up picture of him 
licking her insides with his tongue!

Once again, Catherine was pinching her nipples, which 
were already rock hard and beginning to ache.

The wetness between her legs was getting worse, as 
well. She already knew that her panties were soaked, as 
she felt her juices running down her inner legs.

By the end of the second album her father was fucking 
her mother and apparently they were both enjoying it 
very much.

On the back, inside cover of the second album she found 
a note taped there. It read:

"Cathy,

I know these pictures may have shocked you, but please, 
before you go any further, get out the tape labeled #1 
and look at it. I think I know how you're feeling by 
this time, but remember this, your father and I did 
this willingly. We really did enjoy all these things 
you see and there is more, but for right now it's time 
to look at the first tape. This will show you how much 
we enjoyed this, better then the pictures ever could.

Momma

***

Catherine could only sit there and look blankly at the 
piece of paper attached to the inside of the album 
cover. All this was really hard to believe right now. 
If it weren't for the pictures, the proof right in 
front of her, she'd have believed that her parents were 
up to something, and not of their own free will, 
either.

Before she did anything further, she went to the 
kitchen and got herself a glass of water. Her mouth was 
dry and her pussy was soaking wet. She felt her thighs 
slide together as she walked, and her juices were 
trailing down her inner legs. She imagined that if she 
looked behind her she'd see a trail of herself on the 
floor, like a trail of breadcrumbs. 

She was determined not to look back though, afraid of 
what she might see.

After finishing her drink she went back into the living 
room and got the first tape out of the box, then went 
to the VCR and pushed it inside and then turned on the 
TV and hit "PLAY" on the machine. 

Then she returned to her seat and waited for the tape 
to start.

And start it did!

It was nothing but fucking, at its finest.

The subjects of the tape were even her own parents, 
too!

There were her father and mother humping like two jack 
rabbits. 

And the noises!

Her mother never stopped groaning, and with each thrust 
of her father the groans got louder.

Then came the screaming, "FUCK ME, EDWARD! FUCK ME! 
FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!"

Every time she screamed it seemed like she was getting 
louder. And it appeared as if she was liking it, too!

"How could she like it?" she hollered at the TV screen. 
"How could she like it?"

Every time she hollered at the TV her fingers pinched 
her nipples harder, but she wasn't aware of it. She 
only knew that it made her feel better.

Yet, she couldn't take her eyes off the spectacle in 
front of her. She was actually watching her parents as 
they fucked! She could actually see her father's penis 
going in and out of her mother's vagina. She watched as 
her mother wrapped her legs around her father's waist 
and drew him deeper into her body and the screaming 
continued to grow louder.

To her the worse part was that her mother seemed to 
actually enjoy the pummeling that her father was giving 
her.

As she watched her father pulled out and pointed his 
penis at her mother's body, jacking his penis until she 
shot something out of it, watching it land on her 
mother's belly. She realized that she'd just seen her 
father shoot his semen on her mother. Then, her mother 
sat up on the bed, pulled her husband closer to her, 
and took his penis into her mouth. She bobbed her head 
up and down on her husband until he groaned and, from 
the look of it, shot another load into her mouth.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" she shouted at the 
screen "How could you tell me that this is all wrong 
and then enjoy yourself so much, mother? How could 
you?"

Catherine buried her head into her hands and cried. 
Cried like she hadn't done since the funerals of her 
parents. Her mother had instilled into her that sex was 
wrong! That it was nasty! That you were only to have 
sex if you wanted to have children!

And yet, there were her parents, on the TV right in 
front of her, fucking each other like there was no 
tomorrow. She felt so betrayed at this moment.

She couldn't take any more. The VCR was turned off, 
then the TV. She ejected the tape, put it back into the 
box, along with the two albums and left them there, 
while she left the room and went to her bedroom.

Once there she got undressed, took a hot shower and 
went to bed for a while. There had been a lot in  those 
albums that she'd been totally unaware of. It had taken 
her by surprise and she didn't know how to handle it. 

Part of her wanted to just lay there until she died. 
Part of her wanted to get revenge on her mother by 
going out and picking up the first man she came across 
and fuck him till she did die. Part of her wanted to go 
to the cemetery and rant and rave at her now dead 
parents. Why had they done this to her? What purpose 
did it serve now to reveal all this to her almost 50 
years after their deaths?

All this was on her mind when she finally fell asleep.

Jessie had stood outside the living room window and 
watched as Catherine looked at the video playing on the 
TV. 

He smiled. It wasn't every day that he had the chance 
to witness something like this. He'd enjoyed watching 
Catherine as she witnessed her parents fucking each 
other. The look on her face had been priceless when 
she'd finally learned the truth about her parents. And 
the best was yet to come as far as he was concerned. 
Once she learned of his participation in the events of 
her parents he wondered how she'd react to that. Only 
time would tell.

Right now though, he had something else in mind.

Using his passkey, Jessie let himself into the main 
house. He already knew Catherine was sleeping in the 
master bedroom, so he didn't have a lot to worry about. 
And it wasn't like he was breaking into the house. 
After all, he'd worked here for 60 years and he felt as 
though he was a member of the family.

Slowly he made his way to the master bedroom. Once 
there he stood outside the doorway and watched as 
Catherine played with herself.

She was still sleeping, but steadily pinching her hard 
nipples with one hand, while probing her pussy with the 
other one. Her eyes were closed and there was no noise 
coming from her. Her body was reacting to what she was 
doing though. While sleeping her hips were moving in 
time to the way her fingers probed her clitoris, with 
sporadic tics occasionally causing her body to slightly 
jump on the bed. Obviously she was having some orgasms 
to the stimulation she was giving herself. 

While standing there Jessie got undressed, until he was 
just as naked as she was. Then he crossed into the room 
and stood at the side of her bed. Even with her 
somewhat flat chest her nipples were still her best 
feature. They stood at attention, begging for more 
attention, other then what she was giving herself as 
she pinched them to even harder states. He wanted to 
reach out and caress them himself, but that would mean 
giving himself away, and he didn't want to do that just 
yet. Instead he stood and watched and waited.

Even in her sleep Catherine felt like she was being 
watched. She had no idea what she was doing to herself 
as she lay there, but she still felt like someone was 
close by.

She opened her eyes.

"Buttermilk."

Instantly she slumped back onto the bed, in a state 
that was open to any suggestion that could, and would, 
be made. It's just that she'd never remember it. She 
wouldn't even remember seeing Jessie standing at the 
side of her bed, his huge black, uncut cock almost in 
her face.

What she did do though, after a few minutes, was open 
her eyes again. She saw the black cock in her face and 
instantly took hold and pulled it towards her mouth, 
which was already open, anticipating the taste in her 
mouth as she sucked on it, pulling all that loose skin 
down the back of her throat.

Jessie stood there and let Catherine use her hot mouth 
on his hard organ once again. He couldn't get enough of 
her sucking him off. He reached down and pinched her 
nipples between his huge black fingers, feeling the 
texture of her nipples on his skin. With his other hand 
he reached down and patted her bare pussy, feeling the 
leaking moisture that had already accumulated there.

"Damn!" he thought, "when this lady cums, she really 
gets wet. Makes it that much easier to get this huge 
piece of meat into her with ease."

Jessie loved fucking Catherine, almost as much as he'd 
enjoyed fucking her mother. The only difference right 
now was that Carl wasn't there. When he'd been with 
Edward and Betty it was always with an audience. Edward 
loved to watch his wife take Jessie's cock into her 
body. He'd love to suck on Jessie as he ate Betty, too. 
And then Betty would fuck her husband and suck Jessie's 
cock until he shot his load, either into her mouth or 
all over her face. 

To Betty it didn't matter where she got it. She was 
addicted to cum and would take it anywhere she could 
get it. The only thing she wouldn't let either her 
husband or Jessie do was fuck her in the ass. She 
wasn't about to let that happen. She felt that her 
pussy was theirs to do with as they pleased, but her 
ass was hers alone and no one messed with her back 
there. They knew she wouldn't allow it, so they never 
even tried.

He looked down and watched as she continued to suck him 
off. 

The look on her face as she sucked him was priceless.

"It's a shame she'll never remember any of this," he 
thought.

Then he got an idea, and it made him smile.

In the meantime, Catherine sucked his shaft, pulled her 
mouth off him and gave her attention to his balls, 
sucking and licking on them one at a time. When she 
finished there she sat up on the bed and pulled him 
down onto it. She got up and knelt down at the edge of 
the mattress and pulled his legs up and pushed them 
forward until his knees were touching his chest, then 
she pressed her mouth to his ass hole and began to lick 
and suck on is rosebud. 

She'd never done that before and Jessie marveled at how 
good it felt to once again have someone lick him down 
there. The last one to do that had been Edward, and 
he'd gotten to the point where he could make Jessie 
shoot his load but jamming his tongue up his hole. She 
moved her focus to his balls again, and the area just 
below them and continued to lick him there. Then, as 
she sucked his balls once again, stuck two fingers up 
his ass, causing his to shoot his load right there. 

Once she realized what had happened she got up and 
licked up his cream from his belly and then moved up 
his body until she could suck on his nipples, biting 
them with her teeth until he could no longer take the 
pain and had to force her to concentrate on other 
areas, like his cock once again. She sucked him until 
his erection shrank and she looked into his eyes... and 
smiled!

Then she opened her mouth, showing him the load she'd 
just licked up and then, as he watched, she swallowed 
it all, opening her mouth once again to show him it was 
all gone.

Now it was time to make his move.

"Catherine."

"Yes," she answered dreamily.

"I have something I want you to do for me."

"Yes, Jessie."

"When Carl gets home from his next trip I want you to 
make sure he's comfortable and relaxed, then I want you 
to call me to come to the house. Once I'm there, and in 
the same room with you and your husband, I want you to 
get on your knees, pull my pants down and suck my cock 
in front of Carl. Do you understand, Catherine?"

"Yes. I understand, Jessie. You want me to pull your 
pants down and suck your cock in front of Carl."

"That's right, but I want you to wait till after his 
next trip, not when he gets home this time. I think he 
has a surprise for you this time."

"Yes, Jessie," she said again and then returned her 
attention to his already hardening again cock. She 
lowered her head and again took his cock into her 
mouth, lavishing it with her tongue and sucking his 
excess skin down the back of her throat again. The feel 
of all that skin slithering down her throat caused her 
to climax again. 

When she climaxed the third time sucking on his cock he 
got her on her back, with her legs pressed against her 
chest, rubbing against those beautiful nipples, he 
slowly slid into her and fucked her for a while. He 
wasn't in a hurry, just wanting to enjoy the moment and 
the feeling of her warmth engulfing his cock. It never 
ceased to amaze him just how good it felt to be so deep 
inside her, with her pussy gripping him and trying it's 
best to get him to release his load. Once he did that 
then he'd again lay her back and eat his deposit from 
her as it slowly seeped out of her depths.

He knew that Carl was due for another trip in a month 
and already he could hardly wait to see the look on his 
face when his darling wife got him on his knees and she 
sucked his black cock right in front of him.

There was something else he was looking forward to as 
well. 

He wanted to see what Catherine would do with a Great 
Dane and he hoped Carl would initiate it, but if he 
didn't then he'd take the situation in his own black 
hands. 


Chapter 6
---------

As Jessie entered his home the phone started to ring. 
Looking at the called ID he could see that it was Carl.

"Probably back from his trip by now," he thought.

"Hello!"

"Jessie. This is Carl. I'm on my way home from the 
airport now and I have the dog with me. 

Would you please meet me at the barn? I should be there 
in about 20 minutes."

"Sure thing, Mr. Carl. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Thank you, Jessie. See you shortly."

The connection was broken and he hung up the phone.

"Well," he thought, "looks like things are gonna start 
to heat up around here pretty soon." 

When the car reached the barn Carl could see Jessie 
waiting by the door, which was already open and waiting 
for him to pull the car inside.

After parking he got out of the car and went to open 
the back door, where the Great Dane eagerly waited to 
be released. After being cramped into the back seat the 
freedom of being outside would feel great.

Jessie was surprised at the size of the animal. He knew 
that Great Danes were big dogs, but never having 
actually seen one this close before, the size almost 
intimidated him. He could only wonder how Catherine 
would react to the animal when she finally saw him.

"Big, isn't he, Jessie?"

"Yes sir, he sure is. Where did you get him?"

"One of the men I know on my sales route is being 
transferred to California and has to get an apartment. 
The managers won't allow pets so he asked me if I'd 
mind taking care of him. I'm not sure how long he'll be 
out there, but I promised I'd take good care of him."

"And Miss Catherine doesn't know about this yet, does 
she?"

"Nope. It's going to be a surprise."

"You got that right!"

"You know something, Jessie? I'm not even sure if 
Catherine like animals or not. Wonder what I'll do if 
she doesn't like him?"

"Only one way to find out, Mr. Carl!"

The two men shared a laugh at that statement.

After putting the Dane into one of the unused stalls 
the two men retreated to on of the other stalls and 
they both began to remove their clothing, soon standing 
naked in front of each other, both sporting hard cocks, 
which they slowly stroked.

"I never would have believed that I'd enjoy something 
like this with another man," Carl said as they both 
laid on the already prepared blanket which covered the 
newly laid straw. Jessie knew that when Carl had 
mentioned he'd meet him at the barn what was going to 
happen once they got there. After all, they'd met at 
this same stall on numerous times in the past, each 
enjoying the oral ministrations of the other.

Once they were close to each other Jessie reached for 
Carl's hard, skin-covered cock and began to jerk it to 
a harder erection. Already pre cum was bubbling from 
the slit in the cock head and he smeared it around the 
tip, then licking the remaining liquid from his 
fingertip. Sitting up and leaning in closer, Jessie 
took Carl's cock into his mouth, once again enjoying 
the feel of the man's hard tool in his mouth. It never 
ceased to amaze him just how much he enjoyed sucking 
another man's cock. 

Sure, he'd had plenty of experience with Miss 
Catherine's parents, but now he was actually sucking 
her husband off. While not as large as Mr. James was, 
Carl's cock was still quite large, for a white man. 
During his youth he'd sucked plenty of cocks, both 
black and white and Mr. James had had the biggest cock 
for a white man he'd ever seen. Carl was close, but 
still not as big.

While Jessie sucked on his cock, Carl wrapped his 
fingers around the huge uncut cock of Jessie.

The feel of the man's cock always amazed him. The feel 
was quite different from his own, too. Almost had a 
velvety feeling to it. It constantly amazed him that 
something this hard could feel so soft in his hands, as 
well as in his mouth.

Pretty soon the two men were lost in each others cocks 
and the afternoon passed quietly in the barn. When they 
finished both were surprised to realize that they'd 
been sucking each other for over two hours.

As they stood in the stall, getting dressed again, 
plans were already underway for how Carl would 
introduce the Dane to Catherine. He told Jessie he'd 
tell her this evening over dinner and would later call 
him as have him bring the dog to the main house.

"He got a name, Mr. Carl?"

"Yes. He does."

"What is it?"

"His owner named him Neptune." He noticed the smile 
that etched itself on Jessie's face.

"I have no idea why he chose that name, but I like it. 
Definitely different from any name I've heard a dog 
called by."

"Can't say I've ever heard of a dog named Neptune, 
either."

"Do me a favor, please, Jessie."

"Yes sir, what is it?"

"I've got some feed and other things for Neptune in the 
trunk of the car. Would you please get them out and 
store them down here. I think I'm going to turn that 
stall he's in now into his living quarters. Can't have 
him roaming around all over the place."

"Well, it is a big place, Mr. Carl. Where would he go?"

"I'm not sure that he'd go anywhere, Jessie. But, I 
want to be sure that he stays around here until he gets 
used to the place and the new people."

Nodding in agreement, Jessie could see the wisdom in 
the decision.

"I'll put him in another stall and get that one cleaned 
up a bit and put down some new straw for him to lay 
in."

"Good. Thank you, Jessie. What would we do without you 
to help us here?"

"Don't know, sir, but I'm glad to still be here."

"You've been on this property longer than I have, 
Jessie. Catherine and I would really hate to lose you."

"I've practically grown up on this land, Mr. Carl. 
Would feel strange if I was any place else."

"Just how old are you now, Jessie?"

"Pushing 70 now, sir."

"Well, for a man your age, it doesn't show. You've kept 
yourself in great shape. Wish I could say the same for 
me."

Once again the two men shared a laugh.

"Guess sitting behind a desk all day doesn't do much 
for the exercise, does it?" he stated, as he gently 
patted his growing mid-section."

"And here I thought it was all that cock sucking that 
was keeping you lean and trim, sir!"

As Carl headed towards the house his laughter echoed 
back into the barn.

Carl decided that the time to tell his wife about 
Neptune was right after they'd finished their dinner. 

Once they were settled in the living room, watching 
their favorite show on the television, Carl asked 
Catherine how she's feel about having a dog around the 
place, especially during the times he was gone.

"I'd been thinking of getting one for those times," 
Catherine surprised him.

"Really!"

"Yes, really!"

"Why? You've got Jessie here all the time, don't you?"

"Well, yes, I do. But it's not the same, is it?"

"I guess not. What kind of dog did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of a big breed. Something that might 
scare off strangers if they were to show up when Jessie 
wasn't actually around. You know, dear, he does have a 
life outside of living on the property and helping us."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." A smile crossed Carl's 
face, his thoughts going back to the time the two of 
them had recently spent in the barn. His cock stirred a 
bit at the thoughts. He adjusted his seat and listened 
to his wife talk about getting a dog.

"I really would like something like a St. Bernard or a 
Doberman. Perhaps a Great Dane! I'm not really sure 
which one I'd like. What brought up the subject, Carl?"

"Well, one of the men on my sales route was recently 
transferred out west and he wasn't able to take his dog 
with him, so he asked me if I'd like to take care of 
him for a while."

"And..."

"I told him I would."

"But you never mentioned this to me, Carl."

"Frankly, dear, I wasn't sure how you'd take it. After 
all, I wasn't even sure if you liked animals, 
especially a large dog. I told him I'd take care of him 
and tell you after I got him home."

"You mean he's here! NOW!"

"Yes, he is. I got Jessie to fix him a stall out in the 
barn for now."

Catherine jumped up from her chair and headed towards 
the door. "I've got to see him. What breed is he? 
What's his name? Do you think he'll like me?"

She was full of questions and Carl had no choice but to 
join her and the two of them walked the short distance 
to the old barn, to visit the newest addition to their 
family.

From his living room window, Jessie watched as the Carl 
and Catherine neared the barn.

Thoughts already raced through his head and he'd just 
about settled on what he was going to do for both 
Neptune and Catherine once Carl left on his next 
business trip.

He realized that Mr. Carl wasn't thinking of the same 
thing as he was, but he'd done enough visiting on the 
World Wide Web to know about women and dogs having sex 
and he intended to introduce Catherine and Neptune to 
the pleasures a dog can give a woman.

When he'd visited Mexico last year on his vacation he'd 
finally realized one of his deepest wishes to see a 
woman fuck and suck a dog. It had left a lasting 
impression in his mind and he realized now, for the 
first time, that his dream of actually taking part in 
something like this was finally going to happen. Of 
course, he'd have to work with Neptune first, and he 
knew he was going to enjoy that part of his plan as 
well.

Catherine stood at the stall and looked into it. She 
wasn't sure what to expect once she got there, but soon 
realized that the animal in front of her was the 
prettiest dog she'd ever seen.

Carl had told her the dog's name on the way to the 
barn. Like her husband and Jessie, she'd never heard of 
such a name for a dog, but once she saw him she fell in 
love with him and wanted to go into the stall and pet 
him.

"Let's wait till he gets use to us first, dear. After 
all, he's not use to us yet and to him we're strangers 
who have to earn his trust."

Catherine was disappointed that she could pet him right 
then but what Carl had told her did make sense. He 
would have to get use to his new owners before he could 
trust them.

Carl could see the disappointment on her face and he 
hugged her close to him. It was one of the few moments 
of closeness they'd had in a long time. 

While it was true that he was fucking her every chance 
he had, it was only due to fact that he was using his 
hypnosis on her. If not for that the only sex he'd have 
would be when he and Jessie got together for their 
regularly scheduled blow jobs on each other.

Catherine reached to put her hand through the gate to 
pet Neptune, but Carl stopped.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he told her.

"But surely it wouldn't hurt to just pet him, would 
it?"

"Like I said earlier, he has to get to know us first."

"And how does he do that if he's shut up in here all 
the time?"

"I guess it would be ok for us to come down here during 
the day to visit him, talk to him, let him get to know 
us. After a while we'll let him loose inside the barn 
with us around and that way he'll see that we're no 
threat to him. Do you think that would work?"

He could see his wife thinking on his suggestion.

"I guess that would be the best way to handle it. But, 
once he gets to know us, we'll be able to let him out 
of the barn, right?"

"I see no problem with that at all."

"How long do you think it'll take for him to get use to 
us?"

"I talked to a vet on the way home today, while he was 
in the back of the car, and she told me that since 
Donnie had had him for so long that it might take 4 to 
6 months for him to realize we're his new owners."

Catherine pouted. "That long?" she asked.

"I'm afraid so."

Turning to the stall she spoke directly to Neptune for 
the first time, "Don't worry, boy. I'll be down here 
every day so that you can get to know me and find that 
I won't hurt you. I just want to be your friend and to 
have you for some company when Carl's gone on his 
trips."

Neptune looked at her, almost as if he could understand 
what she was telling him. The whole time the two people 
had been here he'd paced back and forth in his new 
surroundings, getting the feel of the place. Once the 
woman started to talk to him he stopped his pacing, sat 
on his haunches, and seemed to be listening to what she 
was telling him.

"He seems like a smart dog," Carl said.

As they left the barn Catherine told him she was sure 
he'd be fine here with the two of them and Jessie. 

"In face, I'll make sure Jessie's with me the first 
week or so that I come down here. After all, he'll have 
to get to know him as well, won't he?"

"I hadn't thought of that," admitted Carl, "but you're 
right. Getting to know Jessie is just as important as 
getting to know, and trust, us. I'll let Jessie know 
that when I see him tomorrow morning. Right now it's 
getting late and we really should be in the house, 
especially since it looks like we're in for a storm 
tonight." 

As soon as he'd said that they both heard thunder in 
the background and, by the time they reached the house, 
the rain had already started to fall.

***

Later that night, after seeing that Catherine was 
sleeping, Carl got out of bed, put on his robe and 
slippers, and went downstairs to the kitchen to get 
something to drink and to make sure the back door was 
open. He and Jessie had something planned tonight and 
he wanted to make sure that Jessie had no problems 
getting into the house. Sure, Jessie had his passkey 
but he just wanted to be sure all went well.

After a wait of about 10 minutes, Jessie entered 
through the back door and sat at the table with Carl, 
taking the offered steaming cup of coffee that was 
offered to him. He took a sip and waited for it to cool 
a bit.

"Is she ready," Jessie asked him.

"I believe she is. I used the code word on her before 
we finished for the night, so by the time we get up 
there she should already be naked and ready for the two 
of us."

"You sure you really want to do this now?"

"Why? You having second thoughts? That's not like you, 
Jessie. I know you've been fucking her since I left 
town. I implanted that thought into her mind before I 
left, as you wanted me to. I would think that you're 
used to fucking my wife right now."

"Oh, believe me, I am. Your wife has one of the best 
cunts I've ever fucked before. And her mouth! You 
already know what a great cock sucker she is, don't 
you?"

"You better believe I do!"

"Then the real question is this, are YOU sure YOU want 
to do this to her?"

"Believe me, Jessie. I've thought of nothing else. I 
would love to finally see that black cock of yours 
inside her pussy. I know you've already stretched her 
with that cock. Don't you think I can feel the 
difference once you've fucked her? She's not as tight 
as she once was, even though she uses that cucumber on 
a regular basis."

"And I thought Betty was the only one to use a cucumber 
in her twat! How in the world did you ever manage to 
get that thought implanted?"

"I didn't!"

"You mean it was something she did all on her own?"

"Jessie, she's been using those damned cucumbers in her 
pussy for a long time, even before I implanted anything 
in her mind."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"I didn't know that. I just assumed it was something 
you put there."

"Hey, whether she admits it or not, she loves sex, even 
if its just an artificial cock, or whatever she wants 
to call that thing."

"Guess she's hotter then either one of us thought she'd 
be, huh?"

"Guess so.

"You about ready to get started up there?"

"Been ready!"

Both finished their coffee, placed their cups in the 
drain in the sink, after washing them out, then headed 
upstairs to the master bedroom, and their encounter 
with Catherine.

Once Carl entered the room he knew that his wife was 
ready. She was lying on the bed, on top of the covers, 
wearing nothing but a smile. She freshly shaved pussy 
was already stuffed with her fingers as she played with 
her clitoris, apparently in the middle of her first 
climax of the night. 

Her hips were gyrating around on the covers as she 
strummed her sensitive clit with her fingers, her eyes 
closed as if concentrating on what was already 
happening to her. A short moan escaped her lips as her 
climax took hold of her body and she visibly sank lower 
on the bed once she'd reached that summit.

Opening her eyes she noticed the two naked men standing 
at the side of the bed, their hard cocks in their 
hands, as if presenting them to her. She sat up on the 
side of the bed and grabbed both organs, leaning 
slightly forward to she could administer a lick to the 
heads of both of them. Then she sat back and admired 
the two cocks in front of her.

Jessie's appeared to have the longest foreskin, with 
Carl's not too far behind. And, while Jessie's was the 
largest of the two, again Carl wasn't too far behind. 
She began to pump both of them, watching the skin slide 
up and down over the cock heads. Already Carl's cock 
was leaking pre cum and it wouldn't be longer before 
Jessie's cock was also doing the same thing. 

Again she leaned forward and took Carl's cock fully 
into her mouth, stretching her tongue between his cock 
head and that lovely foreskin. She loved the taste that 
was residing between them. She sucked on his skin and 
felt it slither partly down the back of her throat. 
While it didn't go as far as Jessie's did, she still 
enjoyed the feel of it on the back of her tongue. She 
momentarily shivered with a mini-climax as the loose 
skin slithered into her throat.

After spending a short time on Carl's cock Catherine 
switched to Jessie. His dark cock always amazed her. It 
looked so good against the white background of her 
hands as she held onto it. She also liked the way it 
looked thrusting into her pussy when he fucked her with 
it. Right now though she was only interested in sucking 
on it for a while and pulling his loose skin down her 
throat. 

She clearly 'remembered' the first time she'd sucked 
his skin into her mouth. When it had hit the back of 
her tongue her gag reflex had kicked in and she'd 
almost spit it out. She overcame that feeling though 
and continued to pull it down the back of her tongue, 
until she was almost certain it was dangling into her 
stomach!

While she sucked on Jessie Carl gently pushed her back 
onto the bed, and she refused to release the cock she 
was sucking on, so Jessie climbed onto the bed with 
her, settling on his knees while he watched his cock 
disappear into her mouth. Once she was in position Carl 
spread her legs, pushing them back until her knees were 
rubbing against her nipples and only then did he 
descend to her pussy with his mouth, plastering it over 
her slit and stabbing his tongue deeply into her, 
burying his nose deep into her twat as well. 

For a while he concentrated on lapping up her juices, 
which ran freely out of her hole. Then he decided it 
was time to work on her clit for a while, so he gently 
sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue to caress it 
and flick it all along it's exposed head. He also 
gently nibbled it with his teeth, eliciting a groan of 
acceptance from Catherine. He started working harder on 
the bud, each lick eliciting more of her juices from 
deep within.

Meanwhile, Jessie was now steadily pumping his cock 
back and forth into and out of Catherine's hot mouth. 
He could feel it every time she pulled his loose skin 
into the back of her mouth and he had to admit, it felt 
good each and every time. If he wasn't careful he'd end 
up shooting a load into her throat before he was ready 
to.

Catherine was now concentrating on lavishing his cock 
head with her tongue, sliding it between his skin and 
his cock head. He knew he was already leaking huge 
amounts of pre cum, because he felt her swallowing it 
all. He'd always had plenty of pre cum in his youthful 
days and apparently that hadn't changed as he'd gotten 
older. 

"Good thing I got a great ticker," he thought. "This 
would give anyone else my age a heart attack for sure. 
Damn! She sure knows how to suck a cock!!"

It constantly amazed him that someone with the limited 
experience Catherine had could be so good at what she 
was doing! Yet, every time she sucked his cock the 
feeling was incredible! It took all his concentration 
not to shoot the moment it entered her mouth, and that 
was a considerable amount of concentration. He'd had a 
lot of other women, both black and white, suck his cock 
before, including her mother, and yet this woman was 
the best of the bunch. Made him wonder what she'd think 
is she actually knew what was going on here.

He looked at Carl as he continued his lapping of his 
wife's pussy. Pretty soon it would be time to switch 
positions with him and he'd then get his first chance 
of the night to eat that wonderful tasting twat for 
himself. As much as he loved to have his cock sucked, 
by either a man or a woman, eating pussy was something 
else he totally enjoyed and was looking forward to 
stabbing his tongue into that hot box once again. He 
especially loved the fact that Catherine kept herself 
shaved down there. That made eating it out that much 
more exciting.

Catherine had gotten where she could now tell when 
either Jessie or Carl were about to shoot their loads 
into her mouth, and she could tell now it wouldn't be 
long before she got a nice hot load in her mouth from 
this wonder tasting black cock she was sucking on. It 
was then she concentrated on sucking even harder, 
moving her head up and down on the tool, using all the 
attention she had to cause more and more friction from 
her mouth and tongue until she was greeted with the 
sweet taste of Jessie's cum for her hard work. As each 
jet of cum shot into her mouth she swallowed greedily, 
not wanting to lose one drop of the stuff.

Jessie knew this load was going to be a small one, 
after all he and Carl had sucked each other dry earlier 
in the day. He would still be able to shoot a few more 
loads before this session was done, but it would be 
less then he'd given her earlier in the week. He also 
knew she'd notice, but he was prepared to answer her in 
a way that might just shock her. After all, she still 
didn't know that he and Carl took care of each other 
with their mouths. The thought of fucking Carl never 
entered his mind though. He didn't get off by fucking 
other guys. All he wanted to do was suck a cock and 
have his sucked as well. He didn't want to fuck a man 
and didn't want a man to fuck him, either.

Once his load was completely gone he noticed Carl had 
finished munching on his wife's pussy and was sitting 
on his knees, watching as he'd shot his smaller load 
into Catherine's mouth.

"Well, you look like you had a good time down there," 
he told Carl.

"Always, my friend. Always!"

"Ready to change places?"

"If you are."

Without another word the two changed places, Carl now 
getting his uncut cock sucked and Jessie planting his 
mouth on the already sucked out pussy. Once he got his 
tongue to work on it though, it would be like a 
fountain that had sprung a leak. He knew how to get her 
to cream on his mouth and, while he wasn't sure if Carl 
knew of it or not, he wasn't about to share that secret 
with anyone else. It would be his to use alone.

Once he planted his mouth over Catherine's gash he 
immediately went to her clitoris, lashing it with his 
tongue and immediately bringing her to yet another 
roaring climax. Then he began to dig his tongue deeper 
into her hole, swishing around inside her with his 
talented tongue, as he pulled her outer lips wider, 
giving him a greater access to her inner being. Already 
her juices were beginning to flow once more.

Then he pushed his first two fingers into her ass!

Immediately another rushing climax engulfed her, and 
her hips bucked against his head as she jumped around 
on the mattress. She loved to feel his fingers in her 
ass, but that was all. Like Jessie, she didn't want 
anything bigger then fingers in her butt. She knew 
she'd probably be able to take a giant cock up there, 
but just the thought of it was enough to dry her pussy 
for a month.

It was only a short time after starting to suck on Carl 
that she felt him delivering his hot load to her. 
Greedily she sucked his cock like she was sucking on a 
straw and it wasn't long before his load was also 
completely sucked out and he was once again dry.

Carl hoped he'd be able to shoot at least one more load 
before the night was over. He was wanting to make sure 
he deposited at least one into his wife's pussy when it 
was his time to finally fuck her.

Tonight Jessie was to get the first shot of fucking her 
and while he was doing that it was when they had 
decided to show Catherine that they were into sucking 
off each other. Carl had already gotten Jessie to just 
suck him a while, due to the fact he wanted to leave 
his load in Catherine's pussy. Jessie had agreed. After 
all, he was used to sucking Carl until he got his 
reward of hot cum.

After getting Catherine to cum on his tongue at least 4 
times Jessie settled back on his legs and was just in 
time to see Carl blow his load. He could tell by the 
way Carl tensed up that he was giving his hot release 
to his wife's mouth. He looked down at the pussy he'd 
just finished dining on, seeing his saliva still on her 
outer lips, along with what remained of her own juices. 
He had to smile. He never dreamed life could be so good 
to him. Not only had he managed to be able to fuck 
Betty and suck Edward, Catherine's parents, but now he 
was enjoying the fruits of their daughter as well. 
Along with her husband! What more could he ask for?

He already knew that answer and tomorrow he'd start 
working on seeing his other dream become reality. 
Tomorrow was the day he'd start working with Neptune to 
get him to fuck Catherine. He was also hoping he'd get 
Carl to suck the dog's cock, too. Now that would really 
be something.

Should I continue?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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