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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
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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
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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
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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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