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Confession Of A Teenage Pussy Eater
The nerds get the cheerleaders.
Doctor Bitch Ch. 1
Female doctor with bad attitude gives Black man a physical.
Doctor Bitch Ch. 2
'Horse' gives the good doctor all he's got.
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Most readers don't seem too interested so I decided to skip the MM relationship. The moms will of course have ff encounters. I'm going to keep some mutual masturbation scenes and jerking off while spying on each other's moms, but that will be the extent of any gay or underage scenes.
I'm curious what readers think about m/m gay scenes. Mothers and Sons has several sections.
Dani and Wendy's seduction and pregnancies
The birth/ child years where the women become friends and their boys grow up like brothers.
The teenage years where the boys finally get close to getting to getting laid senior year until their mom's surprise them with summer at the Jersey shore with the women having a secret agenda of finding a place with more black men.
The summer where the women find the closest black men are each other's sons. After a summer of fucking, there's a mix up their last day together where the women unknowingly fuck their own son's creating a new dynamic.
The epilogue where the sons ride off on motorcycles to follow their destinies as wandering alphas and the moms decide to move to Miami after seeing adds online for hung black men on the Bull Pen at the BBC Lover's Boutique.
The gay chapter would be where the boys hit puberty and become desperately horny. They start jerking off and eventually together, eventually giving each other hand jobs and then blow jobs. There will be some voyeur scenes of them spying on the other's mothers while getting blown by their friend. This will parallel their mothers turning to each other for sex and using BBC dildoes on each other. This chapter will involve underage sex between the boys at the same age and written so that it can be cut out for posting on literotica as they don't allow any underage scenes.
This is Wendy's story. It's unedited.
“She’d be great,” said Wendy loudly. “But she had a
boyfriend with her.” Wendy Whiteman and her fiancé Rick were standing at the
outside bar on the crowded deck. She was wearing her black bikini top and tiny cutoff
jeans. The buttons and zipper on the jeans were open showing a path down to her
crotch, but her bikini panty covered her pubes. She still wore her cowboy hard
and boots.
Rick winced as the man behind him pushed against him. The
deck was packed and noisy. Rick was back-to-back with the man, but he kept
swaying against Rick. “Damn! I want my birthday present.”
“I can’t believe I promised you a threesome,” she yelled
back.
Rick looked embarrassed as the bartender froze and raised
his eyebrows as he passed them. “I can’t believe it either.” Rick couldn’t
believe it. She’d also agreed rather quickly to having another woman join them.
He’d taken her virginity several months earlier and she’d immediately decided
she loved fucking his dick. She never turned down sex and did any position he
wanted, even seemed to enjoy blowing him, but so far had turned down anal. Rick
was totally convinced she was hooked on him and his dick, but he was starting
to wonder if she might be into girls too. Not that he’d have a problem with
that. Just the thought of Wendy and some other hot ass bitch kissing and
sucking on his dick was making his prick stiff. He’d even let the girls start
without him. He grinned picturing Wendy and the girl in the Indian bikini
making out nude on their motel bed while he sat and watched. And if that didn’t
happen… he bet with a little birthday begging, she’d finally agree to letting
him fuck her hot ass.
Wendy didn’t look like the type. She was a blue-eyed blonde
and gorgeous. The Playboy girl next door type. Lovely, but innocent. Her body
was pure Penthouse/Porn star, however. She was gifted and that Danielle Indian girl
had a body just as gifted as Wendy’s.
The other women in the bar weren’t much to look at and the
ones that were attractive all had men with them. He was starting to think his
fantasy wasn’t going to happen. At least not this trip.
“Fuck!” The guy behind him pushed him again.
“I’m about to kick this guy’s ass,” grunted Rick. He held
his thumb out pointing over his shoulder.
Her bright blue eyes sparkled. “I don’t think you want to do
that honey,” she said.
“Why?” He stepped closer to her, which was nice. Her tits
were now pressing into his chest. He turned and looked over his shoulder. The
man bumping into him was a large black man with broad shoulders. Rick had only
been in a few fights and this guy could probably take him. Plus, he was talking
to two other large black men. The man was one of the darkest black men he’d
ever seen. He couldn’t see his face, but his hair was long dark dreadlocks with
hints of gray falling down around a motorcycle jacket that had a pot leaf on
the back printed with the colors of the flag of Jamaica. “Yeah, I’ll let him
off easy this time,” said Rick.
Wendy laughed and leaned in to kiss him. She turned and
waved to the bartender. Wendy was only eighteen, but with her body and the fact
she was barely covering it, no one had yet to ask her for her ID. She was
drunk, high on winning the bikini contest, in love with her handsome fiancé,
and living it up. She got two more beers, turned and handed one to Rick.
Rick took a sip. “Be back, babe. Gotta piss.”
He walked away and she looked up to see the giant black man had
turned and was staring at her. His dark eyes seemed to pierce into her blue
ones. He had a very powerful presence about him. He was very dark skinned and
looked to be in his early to mid-forties. She was afraid he was about to hit on
her, but instead he turned and walked away. Her nipples throbbed and she
glanced down to see them tenting out through the tight bikini top. They were so
hard they ached.
Rick hated the men’s bathroom here. It consisted of two long
troughs with water running into them. Men just lined up next to each other and
peed into them with no privacy. He’d been eyeing the door as his bladder filled
trying to determine the right time to go pee.
He lucked out and it was empty when he walked into the room.
He pulled out his penis and tried to relax enough to pee. The flow of urine started
just as the door opened. Men’s bathroom etiquette meant that the man would use
the empty trough. Instead, the man stepped right up next to him, so close his
shoulder jostled him. “Do you mind?” asked Rick, looking annoyed.
“Mi nuh mind,” said the man, snorting.
Rick looked up to see the giant black man that had been
jostling him in the bar. He felt the color drain from his cheeks. “Can I help
you?”
“No mon, but mi tink mi cya help yuh.” The black man looked
over and down at Rick.
“And how’s that?” he asked, trying to decipher the thick
accent just before taking a step left.
Rick chuckled. “Sorry pal, but we’re looking for a woman to
join us.” He chuckled again and looked down to shake the last drop of piss out
of his prick. He was not gifted in the penis department. His penis barely
passed five inches erect. Soft and pissing, it was only around three inches
long. Looking down, he caught sight of the black man’s penis. He gasped loudly,
eyes widening in disbelief.
Now it was the black man’s turn to chuckle. “Me tink yuh
gyal wudda more fun wid mine.”
Rick’s eye’s remained wide open as he stared astonished and
the black man’s phallus. “I don’t believe it,” he mumbled. The large Jamaican
was holding a giant tubular shaft that had to be ten inches long. The thing was
coal black in color and blasting out a powerful stream of urine. It was the
biggest most powerful looking prick he’d ever seen. It was also the ugliest.
The Jamaican’s cock was uncircumcised, the baggy hood covering a very round and
bulbous head. Swollen blue-black veins traversed the shaft. The urine stream
slowly let up and the black man jiggled the head until the last few drops flew
out.
“It very real white bowy. Si fi yuhself.” He reached over
and grabbed Rick’s arm, moving Rick’s hand towards his black cock. “That’s it white
bowy, feel it powa!”
Rick felt it’s power the moment he closed his hand around
the fat shaft. The damn thing swelled, spreading his fingers apart. He couldn’t
help running his hand up the shaft towards the head. It swelled more, hardening
and firming up. The shaft was ten inches now, eleven, and finally a thirteen-inch
cock was sticking out from the black man’s pubes. His own penis shriveled,
retreating into his balls. His hand jerked up just under the head of the black
man’s cock, squeezed it tightly and pulled down. “JESUS!” He pulled the
foreskin down, as the man’s cock head emerged, the penis went from being the
ugliest thing he'd ever seen the picture of masculine perfection.
“Me tink yuh gyal wud like it, don’t yuh?”
Rick nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. His hand was still
stroking it. In his mind, he was picturing Wendy holding it. No, Rick was still
holding it, guiding it between her lips, between her thighs…
“Room 212. Across the street,” he spat out.
A burly biker strolled in, already pulling his belt through
the buckle. He caught Rick pulling his hand away from the black man’s crotch.
“Fuckin’ fags!” He grunted. The black man turned and it was the biker’s turn to
stare in shock at the black monster cock sticking out from the Jamaican’s legs.
He recoiled bumping into and almost falling into the urinal trough.
Rick tucked his penis into his pants and hurried out. “Mi wi
cum by at 10,” called the black man after him.
“Whoa! Slow down, stud,” cried Wendy. They’d just gotten
back to their room and Rick had immediately wrapped his arms around her, squeezing
her tits. “Mmm,” she purred, as Rick kissed her neck. He bit the string
sticking out from the knot behind her neck and pulled until the knot came
undone. She held the top over her breasts. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked,
pleased, her lover desired her so much. She could feel his hard penis poking
her in the rear of her jean shorts. She lowered one hand from her breasts and
reached behind her to squeeze Rick’s dick. Since he’d taken her virginity, his
penis had become one of her favorite things in the world.
Rick groaned as he felt her hand on his junk, but he took a
step back. He spun his fiancé around. “Drop your top, he ordered.
Wendy raised one eyebrow, but removed her hand from holding
her bikini over her breasts. The top fell just under her tits. She reached
behind her back and untied the second knot, the bikini top falling to the
floor.
Rick reached out and grabbed the flaps of her jean shorts. He
pulled them apart, trying to pull them down, but they were tight. She giggled,
stepping back until he let go. She grabbed the hem of her shorts and wiggled
them down over her hips and down her thighs until they fell down her legs.
“Damn,” said Rick, taking his girlfriend’s looks in. She was a fucking fantasy
nude, but for her bikini bottom, hat, and boots. He stepped forward, reaching
his hand out for the knot around her hips.
Rick froze. His eyes glanced over to the nightstand. The alarm
clock’s red lights read 10:00. What was he thinking? This beautiful creature
was all his. He didn’t want to share her. He wanted to spend the rest of his
life with her.
“Now who could that be?” asked Wendy. “Must have the wrong
room?”
Rick turned. “I have a surprise,” he stuttered, nervously.
“Room service?” she asked, stepping away from sight of the
door.
“Uh no,” he said. Rick surprised her by undoing the chain
lock
Rick opened the door and peered through the crack though he
knew who it was. The giant black man’s white teeth grinned down at him from the
other side of the door. He stepped back and opened the door.
“EEK!” Wendy squealed as the dreadlocked black giant stepped
into the room. She quickly held her arm across her breasts to cover her swollen
nipples. “Rick, what is this?”
“Uh, surprise!” said, Rick halfheartedly. “This man…”
“Augustus Cetewayo,” said the black man in a deep voice.
“But yuh call mi Gus.”
“But what’s he doing here?” Wendy pulled her cowgirl hat off
when Gus glanced to smirk at Rick. She held it over her left breast while
holding her arm tight across her right breast, squashing her voluminous tit
flesh into her chest.
“Me here fi di threeway,” said Gus turning his attention
back to her. His eyes swept down her body. He nodded liking what he saw.
Wendy squinted waiting for her mind to translate his thick
accent. It sounded like he said… “Did he say he’s here to have a threeway?”
“Is he kidding?” Wendy looked at Rick. Was he insane? She’d
never fuck a black man, especially an ugly one old enough to be her father. “I’m
not interested in a threeway.”
“Mi overheard yuh two chatting bout it.” Gus stepped further
into the room.
Wendy stepped back nervously. She flushed a little. “We were
looking for another woman. Rick’s idea.”
“She agreed to it quickly,” said Rick, shutting his mouth
when Wendy flashed him an angry look.
“Mi undastan,” said Gus, nodding. Rick sighed in relief. “Ow
many cocks yuh seen white gyal?”
“Just Ricks,” she replied. “And it’s enough for me.”
“Den yuh haven’t eva seen a cock. All yuh see is da white
bowy’s likkle buddy. Yuh nuh wa fi si a big black Jamaican buddy?”
Her
eyes automatically glanced down at Gus’s crotch, frowning at the size of the
bulge he was showing. She did kind of want to see another dick. “Uh, not
really,” she answered. Rick walked over and held the room’s door open, waiting
for Gus to leave.
“Cum
pan white gyal dis might be yuh ongle chance.” He crudely reached down and
squeezed his crotch. The bulge looked bigger when he pulled his hand away.
From
behind the black man, Rick shook his head furiously, but she wasn’t looking at
him. She was looking down at Gus’s bulge and she looked curious. He wanted to
see Wendy’s hand on it, yet he knew that once she saw it, she would never look
at Rick’s penis the same way again. “Please don’t, Wendy,” he mouthed silently,
but she remained focused on Gus’ bulge.
Gus
stepped closer to Wendy. She took another step back. “Aks mi tuh lef an mi wi
lef.” She didn’t ask him to leave. He reached down and pulled his belt out of
the buckle. “Guh sit pan di bed,” he ordered.
Wendy
kept the hat and her arm over her breasts. She backed up and sat down the king-sized
bed. Gus stepped close enough, she automatically spread her legs. He unzipped
his jeans and pulled them open.
“Go
ahead and show me,” she said, staring at the bulging white briefs between the
flaps of his jeans. Her nose crinkled up in disgust. His underwear hadn’t been
washed for a while. It wasn’t just covered in urine stains, but it was also so
crusty, white flakes fell off it when he pulled his jeans open like his
underwear had bad dandruff.
“Yuh
tek it out gyal.” He pushed his jeans slightly further down his hips revealing
even more of his dirty crusted underwear.
Ugh,
she thought, thinking the smell might make her wretch. She dropped the hat,
holding her hand over her nipple while her arm covered her other breast. She
reached out and pinched the waistband daintily between her thumb and
forefinger. She pulled the underwear out a little.
“Reach
inna an pull it out, white gyal.” He pushed the jeans the rest of the way down
his hips. It fell to his thighs, revealing the entirety of his straining boxer
briefs. The bottom of his underwear was straining out by two spherical bulges
the size of tennis balls. Black pubes stuck out of the gaps between them.
You’re
going to pay for this, Rick, she thought, holding her breath she pulled the hem
of his underwear out. She finally uncovered her breasts, her other hand
reaching out and inside his underwear. She felt large thick coils. Her hand
closed around the shaft.
What
the hell was she holding in her hand? Wendy quickly pulled down on the
underwear and up with her hand. The second her eyes fell on the hideous giant
black cock, she released it, jerking her hand away from the evil looking thing.
Rick
sighed with relief at the look of disgust written all over Wendy’s face.
“What’s
wrong with it?” she asked, trying to recoil away from it.
“Why
is it so big?” Her eyes swept down the shaft. It stuck out and down like a
large completely spoiled banana, no larger, like a black plantain. It was twice
the size of Rick’s hard penis and many times thicker. “Where’s the head?”
Gus
chuckled. “Wi grow dem big inna Jamaica.” He pushed his pants down to his knees
before stretching out the filthy briefs and pushing them down also. “Wi also
don’t cut our big cocks.”
His
cock was truly disgusting, reminding her of a headless worm. The hood was so
thick, she could barely make out the outline of its crown, though it must have
been large for the end was very bulbous. The tip was peeking out of a round
hole in the wrinkly coal black foreskin, a large pee slit running across it
making the worm appear to have one closed eye. As revolting as it was, she
found it somewhat fascinating. “Okay, I’ve seen it. You can go now.”
“Nuh
til you’ve seed it haad gyal,” said Gus. “Gi it a likkle stroke.”
“You
mean it’s not hard?” she asked in shock. He gave a little chuckle. Of course,
it wasn’t, the thing was still dangling down, but it had risen a little. She
reached out for it. It still stank of sweat and musk, but not as badly as his
underwear Her hand closed around it again.
She
stroked her hand up. Her fingers parted as it swelled. The big black cock grew
some more. She stroked down and up again. It got bigger. The thing was a
freaking foot long as it rose up to point at her face. Her eyes stared down the
black shaft in amazement.
“Grab
it just anda di head an pull dung.”
Wendy
did as he asked, her hand pulling down the foreskin. Her eyes widened as the
crown emerged from its hood.
Rick
stood at the door. His little dick was hard as a rock seeing his white
girlfriend holding the dark black man’s monster cock. All traces of disgust
left her face the second his cock head emerged from its foreskin. She was
staring at it in awe and even lust. Her nipples suddenly hardened to the point
they were pulling out her areola so that her entire nipple was puffy. Her hand
stoked up and down the shaft maintaining a tight grip so that the head was
always exposed.
“JESUS!
Look at the size of that thing,” said a voice behind Rick.
Rick
jerked back to awareness. He’d stupidly been standing there like an idiot with
the door open. Now two biker chicks had frozen in their tracks passing his door
and were staring at Wendy jerking of the dreadlocked black man. He quickly
closed the door blocking their view. Wendy was so focused on Gus’ thirteen-inch
black cock, she hadn’t even noticed.
“My
god,” she said, staring at the huge black cock.
“Yeah,”
she nodded. “It’s so big, Gus. So fucking big.”
Rick
gulped. He’d taken Latin at Catholic school and knew what the word meant. Wendy
had just called it, lord or in other words, “master.”
“Wa
fi suck it?” he asked. “
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