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OVER FORTY AND ADDICTIVE
by Javon64
From The Chapters of Ecstasy
Copyright 2007
All Rights Reserved
“Darryl, you know exactly why I’m here. Are your parents around?” she asked sternly with a deadpan expression that left no room for a smile or grin. Mrs. Dawson was so good at role-playing that it was often hard to tell when she was being serious or just acting. “They’re both at work for at least another hour, ma’am,”I explained, trying to keep with the innocent look going.
Every week my dumb ass winds up fucking the shit out of the same married woman that I swore a dozen times I’d leave alone. “Yeahhh, Yeahhh, fuck me with that big dick! I want to see it drip!” She’d scream those same words every Saturday night while I pounded away in what had to be the best pussy of my young, 23 year-old life.
Her name was Mrs. Dawson, a curvaceous 12th grade English teacher at Booker T. Washington High School, a school, I might add, that I attended less than six years ago. Back then the teachers didn’t come stacked quite like Mrs. Dawson. For a woman in her late forties she had it going on. Hips and thighs that gave people the impression she was more of a seasoned stripper or some retired hip hop video vixen rather than a suburban school teacher and housewife. I’ve known Mrs. Dawson now for about ten years and still find myself masturbating to her the same way I did as a child. The only difference now is that when I masturbate, I’m usually fantasizing about all the amazing sex that she and I often engage in. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard for me to stay away from her, even if it is the right thing to do. If only I could find the strength to leave her alone once and for all.
This Saturday night would be no different from the others, except for maybe the scenario she wanted me to act out. Each week she likes to fulfill a different sexual fantasy by way of role-playing. She says the reason she loves role-playing so much is because she can explore all of her hidden desires that her husband was never open-minded enough to try. In the beginning, all of this acting stuff was new to me. I didn’t really have any hidden desires other than the typical boyhood threesome fantasy; that soon changed.
Role-playing with Mrs. Dawson opened me up to a sexual world that I never knew existed. I got to the point where I anxiously anticipated her arrival to my place each Saturday, to see what kinky new sex role she wanted to play. This week I was supposed to pretend that I was one of her horny little out-of-control students that had a crush on her. I was definitely game for that.
The game was to commence as soon as she arrived at my apartment. She tapped gently on my door as usual, as not to alert any of my neighbors… or anyone else that might possibly know her. It’s such a small world that you can never be too careful. I always knew when Mrs. Dawson was at my door by the sound her wedding ring made against the hard wood. We were always covert because we never knew who was watching; we had our own little special knock and everything. Although it was understood that she would be at my place at sharp, she would still phone from the parking lot before coming up. This was just a precautionary method we used just in case one of my friends happened to be at my place.
When came and I heard that familiar knock, I was so excited that when I opened the door my hand was trembling. I had waited all week long for this day to come but nonetheless I jumped right into character and asked, “Mrs. Dawson. What brings you to myhouse, ma’am?” with a surprised look on my face. I was trying to control the obvious hard-on growing within my track pants but it was a lost cause. Mrs. Dawson was wearing a navy blue business skirt that showed off every one of her voluptuous curves. She also had on the matching suit jacket and blue stockings. In her right hand was a black briefcase with bulging sides that told me something other than schoolwork was inside.
“I guess I’m going to have to just wait here until they get home then,” she responded with a sly grin. She then invited herself in and made her way over to the loveseat to sit down. My cock was swelling by the second, quickly reaching its eight-inch peak as I watched her donkey of an ass switch across the room. Regretfully I thought, Darryl,why do you keep doing this to yourself?. You know how hard it is for you to resist her once she’s in your presence. Mrs. Dawson’s skirt was hugging her ass so tightly that it seemed to be fighting stitch upon stitch not to split down the seams and bust open. After sitting down she told me how disappointed she was that my grades were slipping, while removing her suit jacket so I could see her hard nipples protruding against her white transparent blouse. Damn, Mrs. Dawson isn’t wearing a bra, I thought embracing my role as the horny adolescent boy. The sexy temptress now sat across from me in the loveseat with her briefcase on top of her lap and her legs slightly parted to reveal her panty-less crotch. From my position I could easily see where her blue thigh-highs stopped and where her shaved pussy began. Frustrated now, I questioned internally how much longer I could endure her torturous sexual teasing. As if sensing my intense yearning, Mrs. Dawson withdrew a wooden paddle with black tape wrapped around the handle from her briefcase. This was certainly a new twist to our routine scenarios, but strangely, it was turning me on even more. “What’s that for, teacher?” I asked in what I considered my best nervous boy impersonation. However, without saying a word she just took the paddle out and politely sat her briefcase beside the chair. I eagerly watched as she calmly took off each of her blue high-heeled shoes and placed them neatly alongside her briefcase. Mrs. Dawson has always known that stockings and feet were my weakness— that was the point of the outfit in the first place— and I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. My dick was so swollen by now that the front of my track pants resembled a steep ski slope, and since there was no point in hiding it any longer, I withdrew it from the polyester prison that kept it concealed. Once it was free I started stroking it vigorously like a boy scout rubbing sticks together to make fire. By the look on Mrs. Dawson’s face I could tell that my jerking off was arousing her. “What the hell are you doing, Darryl?” she said in a stern voice while slapping her wooden paddle against the arm of the chair. Startled by the paddle’s loud thud, I flinched, though she was just making me stroke my throbbing dick harder. Obedience was never one of my stronger qualities. Mrs. Dawson immediately sprang from the chair, stormed over, grabbed my hand and yanked it away from my dick. “You need to be taught some manners, young man. And since your parents aren’t doing a good job of it, I’ll just have to do it for them!”she scolded. She made me stand up, face the back of the couch, and bend over. I was like “Huh?” but more curious to know where all of this was leading. Following her orders I bent over and touched the back of the couch. My pants were half way down with my ass tooted out when I felt the first sting from her wooden disciplinarian. “Shit!” I yelled as the wood made contact with my tender butt cheeks. I could scream all I wanted but Mrs. Dawson wasn’t passing out any sympathy this night. She was actually getting pleasure from seeing me in such pain. However, when she unbuttoned her blouse and I glanced back over my shoulder and saw those lovely 38D breasts, my mind was taken off my throbbing ass. Mrs. Dawson was an extremely kinky lady. She made me take off my shirt so she could rub her big titties across my back. She liked to play with my dick from behind while licking my ass, all the while loving the idea that I couldn’t push her away. Feeling helpless never felt so fucking good! I was instructed to say aloud, “I’m sorry for pulling my dick out, Mrs. Dawson,” each time she hit me and then she might let me fuck her when she was done. “SMACK,” went the sound of the paddle on my ass as she hit me again. My ass was on fire but nonetheless, I repeated verbatim, every word she wanted me to say. After all, I did want so badly to fuck her. After three more lashes to my ass she told me that the only way she could see my grades improving was if I gave her a real good fucking—so that’s what she got. By the time I turned around to fuck Mrs. Dawson, my dick ached from being stiff for so long. “Turn your ass around,” I commanded in a stern but overanxious tone. I then pushed her, face first, down on the couch, leaving just her ass sticking up. I was too eager to take her skirt completely off so I just pulled it up as far as it would stretch over her plump round ass. Then I hurriedly stripped off my pants so I could enjoy what I had waited for all week. “Hurry up and put your dick inside me before your parents get back,” she barked, “Fuck Mrs. Dawson with that rock hard dick!” Every raunchy word from her mouth was making my dick stiffen and ache that much more. She didn’t know it but she was about to get way more than she bargained for tonight. With my dick in hand, I mounted that aged-to-perfection ass and dry humped her butt crack until she squirmed and moaned and begged me to put my adolescent boy-cock in her. My tongue had her twitching and jerking as it traced her spine from bottom to top. In the back of my mind I knew what we were doing was a carnal sin, but like so many times before, my flesh was overpowering what little morals I had. On any other occasion when Mrs. Dawson and I got together, we wouldn’t dare have unprotected sex— but tonight was different. Tonight her pussy was so wet that my dick slipped right in before either of us could stop it. “My God,” I cried out in pleasure as it disappeared inch after inch into her deep, addictive honey pot.
“That’s it, you naughty boy... work for that grade,” she moaned as my dick hit the back of her wet insides. “Stir that juicy stuff,” she muttered while starting to ram her sweaty ass against my pelvis. The loud pity-pat sounds of our two sweaty bodies echoed throughout my small apartment. With each vigorous stroke I knew why breaking things off with Mrs. Dawson for good was easier said than done. She was like an addictive drug that I would attempt to cut loose. Then I’d find myself craving how good she would make me feel and go running back to her like a fiend in need of a fix. I was most definitely whipped!
“Yeah, that’s it— get it! GET IT GOOD!” Mrs. Dawson yelled, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks apart with both her hands. She knew the power she wielded over me, and she used that power every opportunity she got. Pushing her down on her stomach, I crumpled the ends of her blouse into a tight fist and reined her in close. Then to heighten the moment I reached underneath us and started massaging her clit while continuing to fuck the living daylights out of her. There was no question about it, Mrs. Dawson was definitely enjoying herself. Her warm juices all over my hands were a dead giveaway. With every thrust of my energetic cock, I continued my manual stimulation of her clit, driving her plum nuts in the process. “Can I get an A now, Mrs. Dawson?” I taunted, “Are you still…going…to tell my…parents now… ahhhh— you nasty, fuckingbitch?” Grudgingly, I yanked back on her blouse while shoving my dick deeper inside, forcing her to acknowledge that she could feel my wet ball-sack slapping against her clit. Looking down and seeing her creamy trail of excitement covering my shaft was driving me insane. Suddenly she screamed, “When you get ready to cum… I want to hear you say, I’m cumming… Mrs. Dawson, all in your, fat, funky ass!” And with those words we both fucked each other senseless as if the nut we were both racing to get to would make up for all our deceitful lies. I kept pounding her and pounding her as she gripped the side of the couch with one hand, and slid the other hand down into the side of the cushion. Then accompanied by one of the ugliest, tightly balled cum faces I’d ever seen, she screamed “Oh my God!” several times while pumping warm spunk all over me. Overexcited now and barely able to hold back my week’s load of cum any longer, I pounded her apple-shaped ass with everything I had left. “Faster,faster,” she kept screaming as I was nearing what felt like an orgasm from hell. The sound of my cock vigorously sliding in and out of her pussy was taking me to the point of no return, driving out, verbatim, the words that I would regret saying later. “I’m cumming, Mrs. Dawson…I’m cumming! All in that FAT… FUNKY ASS!” I screamed out in a climactic moan as my cock pumped loads of cum all up inside her cum-filled cavern and dripping the rest all over her ass, legs, and carpet. After my lengthy orgasmic release the two of us realized what really had just happened and panic set in. I must be out my fucking mind, I thought in blundering fear. A combination of Mrs. Dawson’s cum and mine now oozed out of her as she remained face down on my couch in shock. To make matters worse, not five minutes after we finished our business someone started pounding on my door. Mrs. Dawson and I both cringed at the thought that whoever this was could have possibly heard me screaming her name out in my moment of ecstasy. The knocking at the door didn’t let up. Whoever this was, they wanted inside really badly. The only thing either of us could do, though, was stare at one another with terrified looks on our faces. “Darryl, I know you’re fucking in there. I heard y’all halfway down the fucking hallway,” the agitated male voice yelled. Horrified, we both sat quietly, unable to breathe. Once we got another good listen to the voice, both Mrs. Dawson’s life and mine seemed destined for the morning obituaries; the angry voice hit just a little too close to home for either of us to digest. “Is that…?” were the only two words that Mrs. Dawson’s mouth needed to say before we realized who the voice on the other side of the door belonged to. The only question now was what in God’s name were we going to do?
To be continued in "The Chapters of Ecstasy." From The Chapters of Ecstasy
I mean… I can’t think of too many ways to tell your best friend that you’ve been fucking the shit out of his mother on a weekly basis, can you?
Best Friends
by Javon64
Copyright 2007
All Rights Reserved
Best Friends/ Part 1
My name is Sandra. I’m 38 years-old, never been married, and in a dead-end job as a receptionist at a small meat-packing company in
We hit it off from the jump. Tonia was my road dog as we often say in VA. When you saw one of us, you automatically knew the other wasn’t far behind. We’d always tell guys in the club that we were sisters, with me being the older one of course. I’d always get hit on the most because of my big ass. Disrespectful-ass kids in the club, or wherever else we were at the time, were always hollering, “GIRL, WHERE YOU GET ALL THAT ASS FROM?” but I wasn’t trying to hear all that. Shit, that’s exactly the reason I’m not married now. Too many kids and not enough grown men in the world… or so I thought. All day long on the fourth, Tonia kept bragging about her so-called mystery man that was meeting us at the club that night. Everyone in the office knew the scoop on him, because ever since they’d met, he was all she ever talked about… Jason this and Jason that. Jason took me to a fancy Italian restaurant, or Jason drives a BMW. I hadn’t even met the boy— excuse me, man— yet, and I was sick of him already. I was suspect of him anyway, when I found out he was 34. 34! I quipped inward. What does a 34-year-old music producer that drives a fifty thousand-dollar car want with a 23 year-old child? I kept my opinions to myself, though; she’d never call me a jealous bitch. The night of the forth was humid, and I was hot and ready to go fishing with my reel-‘em-in outfit all laid out. Now I already know I have a big ass, but that night it looked extremely big, and I was going to use it to hook either Mr. Right, or Mr. Wrong with a good job. I thought to myself, so whatif I was going up in the club looking for a good manat my age? The way I saw it, if Mr. Right was smart he’d have his ass in there trying to find me. Tonia was picking me up in 20 minutes, and there I was still in my bra and panties. DOOR “Girl, I’m sorry,” she said with an equally surprised look on her face. “I didn’t know you weren’t ready yet.” Embarrassed, I hurried into the bedroom to put my clothes on without saying a word. What the fuck was she thinking, bringing her company over to my place without calling first? That brother shole was fine, though. Before I knew it, my pussy was moist just thinking about the brother standing in the other room. I was also willing to bet he had a big dick. In my experience the bald-headed ones usually do. Let me stop, I told myself… although now I really couldn’t understand what a fine-ass man like that wanted with a child like Tonia. On the way to the club, I sat in back, my pussy just twitching while watching Jason work his stick shift. His eyes kept making contact with mine through the rear-view mirror, but he played it cool by asking if I was comfortable, or if I wanted the air on. I wasn’t born yesterday; he wanted to hit this booty, and I won’t lie… I wanted him, too. When we got to the club, we immediately got the VIP treatment because of Jason’s local status, which impressed the hell out of me. We all ended up sitting at a corner table and at his suggestion, started with a round of Hennessey shots. We weren’t at the club a full two hours and Tonia was drunk off her ass, barely able to stand. I know I was wrong for this, but since the club was overrun with children and Tonia was past tipsy over in the corner, I asked Jason to dance. Without hesitation, he accepted and in a matter of minutes, we were like two dogs in heat, grinding all up on one another to a fast song. As I pressed up against his waist, I could feel every inch of his cock pressing back. Lustfully I gripped his perfectly sculpted ass with my hands and squeezed it while pulling him close. When he squeezed mine back, my panties were instantly soaked. Then, like nobody else was on the dance floor, I turned and put my ass up against his bulge. With my booty now firmly planted on Jason’s dick, it felt like it had grown another two inches and wedged itself in between my crack. I could tell it was as good to him as it was to me just by the way he grabbed my waist and began dry humping me doggy-style. My pussy was already throbbing with excitement when he leaned into my ear and whispered, “What are you trying to do to me?” With my eyes closed and my pussy tingling, I just ignored his question and continued to rub my ass against his dick until I was bout ready to cum. While grinding against me, Jason pressed his lips against the nape of my neck and slowly ran his hand up the slit in the side of my skirt, caressing his way to my outer thigh. Feeling his strong hands against my smooth skin had my freaky ass cumming on the spot, before I slowly removed his hand, as a lady should. Nervous now that maybe Tonia saw our little foreplay groove, we made our way back and found her drunk ass facedown on the table, asleep. I could see in Jason’s face that he was embarrassed; therefore, he suggested we call it a night… after all it was almost . En route to Tonia’s place, the car was quiet but I’m sure Jason’s mind was on the same subject as mine. After we got there, we helped Tonia upstairs and made sure she was safe and sound in her bed before we left. On our way past Tonia’s couch to leave, Jason suddenly grabbed me by the waist from behind and pulled me to him. He was lustfully licking and kissing the nape of my neck while raising my skirt from behind. At that point, I lost all self-control and bent over the back of the couch so my ass was facing him, as he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. I now knew why I could feel his dick so well in the club; he didn’t have on any underwear. I could also see that he was easily working with a good nine inches, and it was cucumber thick at that. He immediately pulled my panties down and started going to work, sucking my pussy from behind while whispering, “Spread your ass for me,” so he could lick my entire ass crack. Things were so hot in Tonia’s apartment that it felt like the thermostat was on full blast. I had to bite the couch to keep from screaming and waking her up. To ensure that I didn’t slip up, I dropped down to my knees and used Jason’s big dick to plug my mouth shut. He had more than enough cock meat to stretch my lips to their capacity once it was inside my mouth. My aim was to suck his dick better than it had ever been sucked before; therefore, after spitting on the head, I relaxed my throat and took as much of him back into my throat as I could handle. Good Lord, the faces that man was making had me so worked up that I messed around and came. After I finished giving Jason some bomb head, I turned back around, bent over the back of the couch and whispered, “Fuck me like you wanted to in the club.” I didn’t have to tell him twice, because that’s exactly what he did. I had already anticipated how good the dick would feel. I grabbed the couch firmly, and bit down on my bottom lip as he slid it inside me. In just a few short moments, the adrenaline rush of our deceitful actions had us both going at it like we were high off some new sex-enhancing drug. Each stroke seemed to feel better than the next, as he held my waist and started fucking me so fast and deep that it felt like his dick was about to come out my mouth. I couldn’t even remember the last time a real man had handled my ass like that. While fucking me from the back he kept running his tongue up and down my spine, ever so gently, and let me tell you, that shit had me cumming back to back. Paranoid, every so often we stopped to glance over at Tonia’s bedroom door, just in case she woke up. I’m almost ashamed to say that being so backstabbing and low-down was making me cum harder each time Jason rammed me. What’s even more surprising though, was that I came all those times and he hadn’t even cum once. I wondered where such a miracle fuck had been all my life. Being that this would most likely be my first and last time experiencing this fabulous dick-down, I wanted it to be something that neither of us would ever forget. Releasing all self-restraint, I moaned for him to fuck me harder. Jason no doubt shared similar thoughts. Now with an animalistic aura about him, he threw my ass down on the couch, pinned my legs back, and started driving his dick in and out of me. I was trying to keep my moans as quiet aspossible, but when he stuck his fingers in my ass that was it. Before I knew it I moaned, “Shit! You nasty mother… fucker!” while cumming for the umpteenth time that night. “Where you want me to shoot it?” Jason suddenly asked whispered, gasping to catch his breath. “Shoot it anywhere,” I replied exhaustedly.
After putting on my skirt, I sat on the bed for a few minutes trying to get my nerves together. This man did just see me half naked. I figured he was probably wondering why Tonia didn’t warn him that her girl was fat. Not that I’m really fat… but I thought if he was interested in a beanpole like her, then I was definitely too much woman. Anyway, after Tonia formally introduced me to Jason, and apologized for showing up unannounced, we all headed out to the club. Jason drove because Tonia decided at the last minute that she wanted to drink. Tonia knows good and well that she can’t handle her liquor; therefore, I didn’t know what had suddenly gotten into her. The last time she had gotten drunk, her ass had no recollection of anything she had done the night before. That was the whole reason she stopped drinking in the first place.
“Open your mouth,” he said while scrambling to his feet to bust what seemed like enough nut to fill a shot glass. And just like the whore I had become, I swallowed every drop, making sure not to leave any evidence on Tonia’s nice furniture.
Afterwards we put on our clothes, tidied up, and checked to make sure Tonia was still asleep, and she was. The scent of sex was still lingering so we opened all the windows and sprayed air freshener before leaving. My conscience was eating me up inside as we rode to my place. I had just fucked my best friend’s man, in her place, while she lay passed out in her bedroom. What kind of friend was I?
When Jason pulled up to my place, we both sat quietly with the car running for a couple of minutes, before I finally broke the silence with a dumb question. “What just happened?” I asked while inwardly hoping he’d say something that would ease my conscience.
However, in a tone that lacked any trace of remorse he said, “Nothing that either of us should regret.” He then unzipped his pants and pulled that beautiful big dick back out and asked, “So… shall I just fuck you in the ass here… or inside your place?”
At that very moment, Jason suddenly reminded me of those same disrespectful ass kids that always harassed me at clubs— therefore, I responded accordingly. “What kinda question is that? You better get your behind inside and fuck me in this fat ass of mine,” I commanded with a wide grin. What can I say? The dick was good!
I know, I know… I’m a bitch, so what?
To be continued in "The Chapters of Ecstasy"
