Chapter 3
Carol Bauer tossed fitfully on the couch at the end of a very disturbing nap. After an exhausting day at the University of Pennsylvania where she was spending the summer working on the last few credits she needed to graduate with her Bachelor's in secondary education, and coming home to an empty house, she'd thought that a few unscheduled winks would do her good. But then, it hadn't worked out that way at all. What had seemed at first a quiet house echoed with the sound of her son's missing laughter the way it had with his father, Fred's, when she'd lost him five years ago in Viet Nam.
Grant was only eleven when Fred was killed, and he'd taken it pretty hard. He'd been really close to his Army Captain father, and it had really kept Carol hopping these past years trying to be both father and mother, sole support of the family, and college student. It wasn't easy, particularly the last year or so, when she'd watched Grant grow from a boy to a young man who was not only a physical replica of Fred, but had much of the same spunkiness that had attracted her to him in the first place.
Unfortunately, it was that same free spirit that had made her concede that it was either pack him off to her sister, Vikki's, for the summer, or forget about getting her degree. Six credits in microbiology was a big enough load without keeping track of a young "stud" who'd just reached beer-bust age.
Carol stretched out on the long divan and yawned. "Oh, shit," she cursed under her breath. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" For all her good intentions, she was bored. The big two-story frame house was like a tomb with Grant in New York, and the dream she'd just had was enough to remind her just how precarious her love life had been of late. Precarious, hell, it was downright non-existent!
Even as she lay there staring at the ceiling, Carol could remember the dream she'd just had in all its infinite detail. It was as if Fred had been right there in the same room with her it had been so real ... Right up to the point where Fred's face had changed to Grant's and had brought her rigidly awake. Good God, she flinched inwardly, imagine dreaming about making love to my own son! And yet, she couldn't deny the tingling sexual awareness the dream had released within her, pent up for so very long, just waiting for the proper moment to rear its evil head. Not Grant! she admonished herself primly. Anybody but Grant! And suddenly, her mind returned to the same sexual thoughts that had been plaguing her for most of the long, dreary day.
Her nipples were still swollen from the arousal her erotic dreaming had caused; the flesh between her legs felt moist and tingling. Unconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together. She wanted to be fucked. Oh, Fred ... Oh God, anybody ...!
Her mind drifted back to the last night she and her ruggedly handsome, career soldier husband had spent together before he'd shipped out to Viet Nam. God, how she remembered! Suddenly, she was sitting up and stripping out of her light cotton dress, then leaning back again with her bare feet resting on the edge of the coffee table. Her hands found her naked breasts and weighed them, lifting first one, and then the other, her lips planting a hot wet kiss on each turgid nipple in turn, Oh, how she wished someone were there to suck them for her!
Her right hand left her breasts then, fluttering lightly over her slender abdomen to the soft inner flesh of her thighs, then back up to the juncture of her legs. Her fingers teased and twirled in the soft coppery curls of her pussy, tracing downward to graze lightly against the inflamed coral nub of her clitoris. Oh, that's gooooood! she flinched against the electric sensations. All ready to screw, and nobody here to do it!
It was pure fantasy and she knew it, pretending what it would be like to go to bed with someone who wasn't her husband. Still, she couldn't deny the erotic sensations such thoughts brought to her still-beautiful thirty-four-year-old body.
The palm of one hand cupped her prominent Mound of Venus, her long-nailed middle finger laying lightly in the crevice of her pussy without entering, the tip of her nail gently scraping at the quivering erect bud of her clitoris. Tiny shudders of lascivious pleasure rifled through her belly, causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. She began to rub the entire length of her outer labia, while dipping her finger into her satin flesh. Then, entering slowly to the first knuckle-only to withdraw, repeating the entire process over again, a little deeper each time- until her entire finger was buried to the palm of her hand. Ohhh ...! she moaned. That feels sooo gooooood ...! Yet somehow, she wished it were a little larger.
The remaining hand continued to maul and tweak the puffy strawberry nipples of her breasts, teasing the tips outwards and pinching them with her fingernails in time to the delicate sensations in her pussy below. Her mind tripped again on the hot, blatantly sexual thoughts she was having. What would it be like to be free, like Vikki? she wondered. What would it be like to be able to say "yes" to a man just because he turned you on, and not because he looked like a hot marriage prospect?
Her own brazeness fused in Carol's mind and made her increase the rhythm of the finger fucking into her tenderly grasping cunt. What would it be like to be a whore? She slid down a little further on the couch and spread her legs apart even more than they already were. Her free hand continued its mindless fondling of her breasts and nipples, pinching them almost cruelly and sending jolts of painful sensuality through her that mingled with the boiling, churning thrills coming from below.
She was going to cum! And, she knew that it would be a sweet and searing release, like nothing she had experienced since the death of her husband. Her voluptuous naked body grew tense, her ponderous breasts jiggled like gelatin, as she sawed her slender middle finger in and out, in and out, in and ... Oh, it just isn't big enough!
On trembling legs, the young mother flew across the room and wrested the larger of a pair of unused candles from its holder on the mantel of the fireplace. She was too far gone now, too committed to obtaining the release she so desperately and deservedly needed, to stop what she was doing.
It thrilled her to see the waxen object disappearing into her body like a make-believe penis, and she shivered delightedly from head to toe as the prickly unscorched wick made contact with her sensitive cervix. Her perspiring hips undulated wildly now, hunching forward like a mating mink, her tender inner labia-her pussy lips-clinging to the rigid taper like a viscid coat of paint on the out stroke.
A lewd relaxation came over her then, as with a wanton will she never knew she possessed, she relaxed her tensely tightened vaginal muscles as her lips pumped back and forth. She shoved the glistening candle all the way up her pussy and wiggled with delight from the pleasurable feelings it gave her. More than anything else, she wanted to be fucked.
Fucked! The word fused in her mind obscenely, exciting her all the more. She stared in fascination at her nakedly huddled body, her huge white breasts quivering savagely in time to her sinful masturbation. Below, her juices leaked incessantly into the material of the couch.
It began as a ripple, then grew to a crashing crescendo, as she felt the electric warmth grow outward from her pussy until her entire body trembled with lustful anticipation. And then, her body tensed, her mouth gasping for air, she arrived at the point she'd so fervently sought between heaven and delicious hell. SHE WAS CUMMING ...!
Gradually, the crisis passed, Carol got to her feet and headed for the bathroom to find something to swab up the mess on the couch. Ashamedly, she chastised herself for her weakness the minute, practically, that Grant had left the house. And then, with maternal affection, she smiled softly at his memory and hoped that he was enjoying himself at his Aunt Vikki's.
Grant could hardly believe what was happening as he watched Angel get to her feet and move towards him, her hands planted lewdly on her hips, a smile of sensuous delight lighting up her beautiful dark face. "Well, sugar?" she repeated. "I asked you a question!"
Grant swallowed dryly. "N-No," he managed, "I've never m-made it with a ... a black chick, Angel." Make it, shit, his mind burned embarrassedly, the only girl he'd ever seen naked was little Janie Cunningham ... and even then, they'd only played with each other!
Angel's eyes had suddenly softened, and she moved over to where Grant was sitting, and sat down beside him on the arm of the chair. She was so close he could feel the pulsing warmth of her faintly musky flesh through the material of her dress. His heart began to pound and the blood rushed roaring to his head.
"What's the matter, honey, don't you like me?"
"Y-Yes ... I think you're ... you're fabulous, Angel," he blurted, blushing like a schoolboy.
"Well, I think you're pretty sweet yourself," she smiled. And then, reaching down, she touched the burning bulge of his awakening cock through the thin fabric of his slacks.
Grant jerked back like he'd just received an electric shock. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as he stared at the alluring black girl who was sitting so close to him. He thought for a brief moment that he had imagined her dynamic touch, but he hadn't ... because her slender fingers were still lightly squeezing the swollen expanse of his trembling penis!
"Do you like my hand on your cock?" she asked, her sensuous mouth parted in a provocative smile.
"Y-Yes, I do ... I mean ... we shouldn't ... I mean, what about Aunt Vikki?"
"Your 'Aunt Vikki's' got all she can handle right now, lover!"
The excruciating pressure increased on his throbbing penis and he thought he'd jump right out of the chair from the wild jolts coursing through his groin, as if his cock had expanded out of all proportion and was already threatening to burst the confines of his trousers.
"MMMmmm! ... I can feel it getting nice and big already," she piped, her eyes half-closed in excitement.
"A-Angel, we shouldn't ..." Grant started, not knowing what it was that he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her to stop, because it wasn't right that he should be sitting there with his Aunt Vikki's roommate playing with his prick like that. And yet, his young brain was reeling with the excitement of it all. No, I don't really want her to stop ... I want it to go on forever!
"Let me take it out now, sugar ... It's getting so big it'll break your zipper pretty soon!"
Without waiting for a response, Angel worked down the steel closure and extracted Grant's painfully swollen cock as if she'd been extracting painfully swollen cocks all her life.
The entranced young nephew of her roommate moaned through passion-clenched teeth at the soft cool touch of her fingers on his tingling flesh, and he lay back ecstatically against the back cushion of the chair. "Oh, jeez, Angel, keep doing what you're doing ... Your hand feels fabulous!"
Angel smiled down at the aroused young nephew. She was really glad that she turned him on; he was good for her ego. He was almost worshipful, and that gave her a big kick. And now, now she was going to do something for him by way of a little 'thank you" for his adulation. "Grants honey," she droned huskily, would you like me to suck it for you?"
A lascivious shiver of excitement coursed through him as he listened to her obscene words. Suck his cock! His brain began to spin at the very suggestion. To feel his cock between those velvety chocolate lips of hers ... to bury it in her hot wet mouth ... it was like the impossible dream! But, sweet Jesus, that's what she'd said, wasn't it? Suck his cock!
"If you're worried about Vikki, don't," she advised. "It's none of her fucking business ... It's just between you and me."
Grant knew he couldn't resist her any longer. He didn't want to resist her any longer. And, anyway, Angel was right; it was just between the two of them. It wasn't as if he was some sort of goddam kid, for Christ's sake!
"I'd love to put your big lovely cock in my mouth, Grant, sugar, and suck and lick it until it cums right in my mouth. ..." As she continued her lewd monotone, Angel's lovely ebony face moved closer to the pounding length of his penis jutting up from between his legs, until he could feel her warm breath on its sensitively squirming surface. Her eyes were bright and glassy with lust and she was running the tip of her pink tongue over her glistening lips. Jesus ... she was going to actually suck him off!
Grant moaned deep within his throat at the first searing touch of Angel's delicate tongue against his burning penis. Shivers of unbearable excitement tumbled through him and he thought his blood-inflated member would burst at the seams from the mounting sensation of lust that rippled through his body.
Her tongue continued to swirl and lick expertly at the hotly pulsating length of teenage flesh, dipping and probing into all its swollen thickly pulsing hollows. It played along the webbed under surface and then darted up to graze beneath the flaring cap of the head, causing it to burgeon still more fully in its passion.
"MMMmmm ... aaaHHHHHH!" Grant couldn't control the groans which emanated from his lips any more than he could control the shudders which convulsed his body and made him jerk spasmodically against Angel's pleasure-giving tongue.
"I can see you like it, sugar," the young negress purred, flicking her smoky brown eyes over his twitching body. "Now I'm going to take it all the way inside, okay? You'll really dig that, baby!"
Grant drew in his breath sharply and couldn't help looking down in surprised pleasure when he saw her open her mouth wide and then enclose the hard rubbery head of his cock between her wetly closing lips.
"Oh, wow ... WOW!" he gasped raggedly. "Your mouth is heaven!"
The sight of Angel's purple-rouged lips stretched round over his thrusting penis added to his already tumultuous pleasure and he thought he had never seen a more provocatively moving sight in his young life. Her face was mirrored with sensual interest and she was completely engrossed in her lewd task. Janie Cunningham would never do this, he mused in anguished silence.
Angel absorbed the young teenager's staff of white flesh until her mouth was only a fraction-of-an-inch away from the sturdy base buried in dark wiry pubic curls. Her hand reached up and began to squeeze his churning balls, gently massaging, making his still-swelling cock grow even larger. Her hotly sucking oral cavern formed a heated pressure-seal on his seeping gland-seed and her cheeks hollowed and puffed as she continued to pump and suck.
"Jesus, Angel, no one can suck like you do ...!" he murmured as he felt her agile tongue dip into the tiny glands opening at the tip, drawing out the small bead of premature cum which lurked there.
The young nephew's head was whirling around and his body felt suddenly wet and clammy. The warmly welcoming walls of her mouth revolved around him and he felt as if he were being bodily transported to another world. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now and his pelvis was jerking forward with quickening movements, wanting this incredible sensation to go on forever but knowing it couldn't. His seething sperm was gathering in his balls, frenziedly assisted by Angel's pummeling hand, and he knew that he had to have release ... and soon!
His hands reached down and tangled in the billowed softness of the black girl's red-tinted "natural" as he pushed her sucking face down even further on his pounding organ. Her beautifully even features were flushed with perspiration and her cocoa complexion was beginning to glisten excitedly.
"Oh, shit, Angel ... I don't think I can hold off much more!" he half-shouted in his mounting need.
Instantly, Angel withdrew her vacuum-like mouth.
"W-What are you doing?" he demanded as the cool air hit his cock. "Why did you stop sucking!"
"Why, baby?" she dimpled up at him. "Well, a girl's got her needs, too, y'know!"
Grant looked anguished. "Y-You mean you want me to ... to-"
"Eat me, sugar? No, not right now anyway." She got to her feet then, taking Grant's hand and urging him to do the same with a gentle tug. "Let's go in the bedroom and fuck, baby," she suggested.
Grant followed the beautiful young black girl into the bedroom like a puppet drawn along on an invisible string, hastily stripping out of his pants and shirt along the way and helping Angel with her zipper. Inside the poshly furnished room, he sat down on the edge of the satin-covered circular bed to watch her finish undressing. His cock still stood out as straight as a bowsprit, pulsing and leaking in anticipation.
Like a professional stripper, Angel ran her hands sensuously up and down her ripely curved hips, barely touching the nylon-covered flesh of her lower thighs with her fingertips. The very realization that Vikki's young nephew's eyes were feasting on her statuesque ebony body gave her a thrill of lurid satisfaction. She could almost feel the quickening pulse of his voyeuristic desire and was exhilarated by the power she held over him. She could go fast or slow, depending on her mood, and in that fashion, she could control the teenager's excitement as she wished.
Carefully, she rolled down one nylon stocking, revealing soft chocolate skin as she did so. She eased it down over her knee and her slender ankle, then cast it carelessly on the floor beside her discarded dress. She lifted the long shapely leg, stretching it upwards until Grant could see the cords standing out in relief against her inner thigh. With her hands on her hips now, the statuesque black model stood there wearing a low-cut brassiere, and as she turned around, he could see the beginning of the split between her asscheeks above her skimpy bikini panties.
The aroused young nephew was quivering with continued excitement and the room seemed suddenly too small for him. He had never seen a stripper perform before, but he felt certain that Angel Manning was more exciting than any of them. She exuded sex from her very pores, and her every movement was a mastery of erotic titillation.
With bated breath, he watched as she began to unsnap the garters that held the remaining stocking in place, then stripped both garter belt and panties from her slender legs in one swift motion. Excitement was running through him like an electric current. He could hardly stand it. The spiked-out tips of her blackberry-like nipples protruded like a pair of jungle spears from the surrounding aureoles and a fleeting glimmer of scarlet flesh became suddenly visible between the slightly flaring lips of her velvet pussy.
"Tell me you want to fuck me," she demanded softly.
"Yes, I want to," he hissed up at her.
"Then tell me!" she insisted.
"I-I want to fuck you!" he half-shouted.
Quickly, she climbed onto the bed with him and forced him back as she took up a nakedly reclining position beside him. "How do you want to fuck me, sugar?" she queried huskily into his ear, her long black legs spread and inviting as she pulled him on top of her.
"H-Hark, Angel ... I want to fuck you deep and hard ... like you've never been fucked before ..." He let his voice trail off, uncertain of what to say next, his own lewdly-uttered phrasing sounding as strange to his inexperienced ears as the dialog of a B-grade skin flick.
"OOOooohhh!" Angel moaned in her heartfelt passion for the fresh-bodied young man. "Get it on before I die, sugar!"
He suddenly felt in control of the situation as her whole body quivered beneath his touch and she limply allowed him to press her fully aroused body into contact with his own. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her black buttocks and cupped the satiny cheeks in his strong young fingers.
They were as beautifully shaped and as firm as he had expected them to be, and her body was warm and undulating lewdly up against him as she raised her face to his, locking her mouth wetly over his in a searing kiss. Then, she reached down between their tightly locked bellies for the swollen hardness of his cock. The young teenager gasped aloud as the coolness of Angel's fingers closed firmly around the shaft that was still wet from her mouthing's of moments before. He pressed forward inexpertly, his enthusiasm almost, but not quite, matching the black girl's experience. She toyed with him but for a second longer before centering the head of his eager young cock at the entrance to her cunt.
"Now, baby," she soothed, "real easy ... nice and slow ... that's it, like thaaat!"
Even Grant was surprised at how easy an entry it had been. Angel was tight, but she was wet, too. Wet and hot ... and delicious! "Oh, Christ, Angel!" he stammered. "You're fantastic!"
"Oh, you feel sooo nice sugar!" she returned heavily into his burning ears, shoving the smooth plane of her stomach tightly against him.
Her long almond-shaped nails trailed hotly across Grant's virile young back, leaving slight red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firmly rounded asscheeks in the palms of his hands and pulling her yielding ebony loins up tighter against him. He moved slowly up and down, insinuating the pounding hardness of his lust-distended cock along the heated wetness of her gaping vaginal slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter still with each passing second. Angel's trembling buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against Grant's throbbing loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body, her slender calves locking solidly against the small of his back and boring him yet deeper into her succulent black flesh.
"Oh, Grant, baby," she cried out in her passion, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ...!"
Spurred on by the nineteen-year-old model's lusty words, young Grant Bauer shoved his painfully swollen rod deep into her cunt for all he was worth, fucking into her like a pile driver, his pelvis smacking loudly against hers with his efforts. It couldn't last much longer, he realized, what with her sucking of him just before, and his virtual lack of experience with self-control. He could only hope that she would be ready when the time came ... and the time was now!
"Ohhhshittt!" he bellowed as he realized that the end had, at last, come. "Oh, fuuuuuuckiiitttttt!"
Beneath him, Angel fought furiously for her own release. She had felt his strong young body tense even before he had begun to spew his load, and felt somewhat to blame for having sucked him so long earlier. Still, with a little effort, she just might make it, after all!
Grant moaned again as he felt the steaming seminal fluid boil up from his balls and begin to squirt deep into Angel's voracious cunt. His exploding prick felt like a jerking machine gun mowing down a row of imagined foes, but his passionate release was tempered by his humiliation over his failure to bring Angel across with him. But then, just then, he felt her tense beneath him, her pelvis momentarily arched upwards and frozen solidly against his emptying tube of flesh.
"I'MMMCUMMMMINNNGGTOOO!"
And then, she was in motion again, screwing as furiously and as copiously as the slaving teenager who'd just fucked her to completion on his first attempt. MMMmmm, she thought delightedly, if he's this much of a man at sixteen, imagine what he'll be by the time he turns twenty-one ...!