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George walked back to thecottage where Mandygreeted him atthe front door.George said. "Youmust have finishedearly today?" Mandyreplied. "Yes. Mr.Coleman had medusting everything inhis office again.I don't reallythink it neededcleaning, I thinkhe just likesstarring at meall the time."

"Ididn't know youliked that," Isaid undoing mybelt with asmile.

"I always did,Adriana," I chuckled,"but I haven'thad "Cool, whereand when?"

My friendVicki needed helpwith her algebra,and being anice person Idid so. Shewound up gettingan A onher test. Shewrote me anemail saying howhappy she was,and then added,somewhat mysteriously, thatshe would giveme a rewardwithin a fewdays. My heartstarted to pounda little. Therewas something aboutVicki--her long blackhair and perfectbody--that excited me.I wondered, barelyable to concentratein class, whatthis "reward" wouldbe...

"Let us giveyou a lifthome!" George suggested much to Jean'sjoy.

I found it."You flatter yourself,don't you?"

Ashe was takinga bow, Moniquepushed him offbalance. He rightedhimself and blewher a kiss."Come on now,don't be asore loser. I'lllet you pickthe hotel."

There seemedto be onlyone extra guythere, but hewas tall enoughfor several men.He must havestood over sevenfeet and wasvery thin. Hisskin was almostblack and whenwe were introducedto him, hetook my handand in theold world style kissed it ashe bowed tome. His voicehad a Europeanaccent and Ifound myself wonderingabout his roleat the party.I blushed asI pictured himbetween Pats' widespread legs andhoped he didn'tnotice my face.

We all turnedin. Hook went up and thethree of uswent to ourrooms. Jenny quickly stripped out ofher clothes. Shewas ready tobe fucked. Thetwenty years wehad been marriedand she wasstill ready forsex anytime. Iwas one luckyman. Most ofmy friends complainedthat they couldn'tget their wivesinterested in sexbut once aretwice a week.I never hadthat problem.

"Well,I'm glad I'mnot leading youdown the pathto perdition."

She smiledand stuck outher tongue. Itwas about fourinches long, aninch in diameterand was splitdown the centerabout a quarterof the wayjust like asnake. I wasfreaking out nowtrying to throwher off ofmy body butshe was toostrong.

Now I'd hadsex education inhigh school butfor some reasonthe full implications just didn't sinkinto my mind.I simply excepted her explanation andlet it go.It wasn't untila week laterI realized thatthere was areal problem.

"God she'shot." Sam thought to himself lookingat Alana's beautifulface and pinklips as shesmiled.

"You like it?"I ask.

"Were youthe first whitewoman?"

"Oh yes, Iwould, my dear.Are you sureyou don't mind?"

"Yes.But she canceled;some family engagement."

Chapter5:

sucha good look in too manyyears." And itwas a goodview. My sixinch height advantage gave me adirect view ofher breasts, almostto the nippleswhich I couldfeel pressed tightly against my chest.

"See,you like it,"he chuckled, seeingher hands maulher tits, herlip quiver. "youlike my cockin your ass,you little slut."

"Youdon't fear Donnal,my friend. Youfear the wayhe makes youfeel. You areafraid to trusthim because deepdown, you areafraid you willbe hurt. Whatyou want toknow is whetherDonnal is worthyof your trust."

I'm5'6, thin, withsmall breasts (generouslya 32B), longlegs and afull but narrowbutt that guysalways claw foras they kissme, ok, usedto claw for.Steven leaves mybutt alone; there'sno need toget into why.My breasts stoppeddeveloping in mylate teens andnever became theglobes idolized inmen's magazines. Myareolas are medium-largeand puffy andlight pink andlead to delicateand sensitive nipplesthat literally hardenif I happento be toplessin a gentlebreeze. My butt,on my thinbody, is abit of abubble (the blondwith the buttwas my othermoniker). Guys loveit even thoughI think itis too prominent,but I'm notcomplaining. I thoughtas I turnedto look atmy backside, howwould it feelwere he tosee me andtouch me. Whatdoes he like?What would sexbe like withhim? Is hedemanding (which Icould deal with),wimpy, or—I hope--somewherein between?

"I don'tcare about him– but thisis wrong –here"

Again I wasshocked; "He caught the two ofyou together?"

"Stand upmy sweet Rose"she beckoned tome. As Idid, she setthe case downon the surfaceof the tuband turned herattention to helpingme remove mymakeshift toga. "Let'sget you intothe water fora few minutes"she suggested.

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Shewas wearing atight white shirt and I couldsee her hardnipples pressing outagainst the fabric,I finally gota feel forher body, skinny,flat stomach heaving in ripples ofpleasure as sheapproached her orgasm,breasts not toobig and nottoo small... shewas looking deep into my eyesas she gotcloser...

Then itwas down tothe basement gamesroom where Anitaor Aunty Pat- sometimes both- enjoyed playing "games" with meuntil lunchtime, bywhich stage Iwas (a) rathertired, and (b)extremely hungry.